status: closed ( @cherryflcvoured ) location: bowie's store.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ━━━━━━━━━━ exhaling a deep breath, prince steals a quick glance of his reflection in the store’s window; raking his fingers through his hair and adjusting his denim coat so that it sits just right. ❝ c’mon man, you got this ! ❞ he murmurs encouragingly to himself as he prepares to enter the store, another breath escaping him as he plucks up the courage at last to push the door open. prince often passed the store during his daily commute, having made a mental note many a time to check the place out ━━ perhaps to enquire about hosting an intimate, local performance, or where he could, one day, find his own album on sale. however, his passings became more frequent when he spotted her through the window for the first time. he thought that bowie was beautiful, and he was determined to use his impeccable charm to woo her and ( if he was lucky ) ask her out on a date. it was foolproof. ❛ are you a wisdom tooth ? because i’d like to take you out. ❜ he had been rehearsing his lines in the mirror all weekend, and today was finally the day. he takes a slow daunder over to a record stand, gaze wandering over to the counter for a second or so. there she was. he clears his throat, scratching his chin as he pretends to browse. he then dips a hand into the stand, plucking out a random record and taking it over to the counter. placing it down, he takes a moment to have a proper look at his selection ━━ ' duran duran greatest hits. ' he smiles somewhat sheepishly, a deafeningly loud silence falling. taking his wallet from his back pocket, he flicks through for some notes, psyching himself up for his big moment. this was it. he clears his throat once more, features now sporting a cheeky, flirtatious smile. ❝ you are . . . a wisdom tooth. ❞ prince’s eyes widen, the instantaneous realisation that he had fumbled his line causing him to fluster. ❝ i━━ i mean, uh, you . . . you have nice teeth ! ❞ notes and coins that were once in his hand fall miserably, scattering over the counter, the floor, and into deep, dark crevices that he wished would swallow him up. smooth. real smooth.