Prompt : A Date
Anti’s not even keen on making friends and he doesn’t really like people either.
So going on a date is usually far from his mind. He fucks, he flirts - but he hasn’t dated in centuries.
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He choked on his bar of chocolate, coughing as he hit his chest, startled over your sudden request. “A what ?” He spat out, turning towards you with the most baffled look you’d ever seen.
“A date” you repeated, watching him as he wiped the chocolate onto his shirt, staring at you sceptically. “Uh...” he glanced away, as if trying to make sure this wasn’t some sort of joke. “Are you sure you’re asking the right person ?”
He sounded at a disbelief, and at confusion. You were both friends, close friends at that. But he’d never thought of it as something you wanted to evolve before.
“Who else would I be asking ?” You furrowed your brows, confused by his response. Anti was deep in thought, shifting slightly and seemingly muttering to himself. He just shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Sure” he smiled at you as he got up. “As long as you’re paying”