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-Dinner Date-

[neversurrxnder - @warofthebeasts - @maryarkham]

-{✚}- To say he was nervous would have been a severe understatement in the very least. So much had happened recently that he lacked the energy to do the extensive worrying he would have usually, but still, the nervousness was there nibbling at the back of his mind. Said anxieties were whispering his utmost insecurities into his ear; what if it all went wrong, what if they truly did not get along, what if everything burnt down in flames and the two people he adored most on the universe ended up batting for opposite teams. No... no he couldn't bare that, he had to have faith. It wasn't like he was asking for Sephiroth and Lady to become best friends, braid each others hair and go shopping- no, he just wanted them to... to at least get along. Was that too much to wish for? Regardless, the youth had not long gotten back from his lunch date with Lady, sitting onto the hospital bed with a short groan. The small distance between the hospital and the restaurant had truly taken it out of the youth, his legs wobbly and exhausted from such strenuous activity. He was still determined, however; it was not like he had much longer in the hospital remaining, he could be discharged at any time and... well, if only they were more ready. Perhaps the evening he had planned would prove to be a welcome break from the worry. "Um- Seph?" Finally, the youth had formulated some variety of plan to attack the situation with. He knew Sephiroth was in a sincerely protective mood, that he disliked the idea of straying far from their current medical base but... well, Nero would not be stopped, even if he ended up going alone. "You know I went out today? Well... I met up with Lady- she's like... a big sister to me... has been there when I needed someone to talk to and, well... I'd... like you to uh..." Damn it, spit it out. "I'd like you to meet her... and she'd like to meet you, too." A deep breath was drawn, the youth rubbing a hand over the cast on his leg, and then the one upon his arm rather nervously. "She's uh... invited us to dinner at her place. I mean, its on the other side of town, but-" It was obvious in his tone just how much he wanted to go- not only were he and Lady rather close but it had been so long, besides that afternoon, that they had actually caught up with each other that it would generally be a nice evening. He only hoped Sephiroth would be willing to join him. "I'll be leaving soon to get there in time... It's gonna take me a while to walk it- but- I'd really like it if you came..." It was the point of it all, after all... for Sephiroth to meet Lady and vice versa; there was no telling what the future would hold and perhaps she would prove to be an even stronger ally for the both of them if the time came for such a need. Beyond that, she was considered family. ]Next: @warofthebeasts[

#Yo'#We'll go in the order of nero-seph-lady I think- Might work the easiest.#Also #if we 'mention' the next person in our reply it'll be less likely that anything will be missed-#*looking at myself for that one because I suck*#or tag them #or track it or whatever works best for you guys haha

{ @thewolf-andyou }

Deo tuvo suerte; ese día no había llovido como tanto se había pronosticado. Aunque no podía sentirse del todo feliz por ello (y se sentía, en parte, muy contento porque los días pasados había sido imposible salir de casa debido a la tempestuosa y constante tormenta) porque desde esa mañana que su cabello no quería obedecerle. Siguió moviendo esos mechones claros como la luz de la luna que poseía de aquí para allá, mientras el reluciente cristal de una pastelería le servía como espejo. Ya desesperado, y pasados unos minutos, acabó por pasarse ambas manos por las cabeza y revolver todo hasta que parecía que acaba de levantarse. Se apartó de la pastelería y siguió su camino. Tenía que dejar de ser tan perfeccionista. Tenía que dejar de preocuparse tanto de su apariencia.

En menos de lo que pensaba, llegó a la dichosa tienda. El corazón le dio un vuelco en cuanto entró, como siempre que el remordimiento lo atacaba. Debió de preocuparse más por su apariencia. Sacudió la cabeza levemente y para si mismo a la par que alcanzaba el mostrador. Sonrió abiertamente con su usual pinta de niño y su habitual buen humor. “Hey, hola” saludó con toda la amabilidad que poseía, intentando así llamar la atención del muchacho detrás del mostrador.