Emily had been out for New Years eve, just the day, spending it in the Studio setting up for the winter dance. Yes, working on New Years eve was a drag, but at least she got the night off. Walking into the door, Emily was instantly greeted by Amycus, not even getting to put her purse down before getting kissed and hugged. Instantly she was suspicious, considering that Amy rarely did things like this, and even when he did it was usually because she was having a bad day, and Amycus was surprisingly good at picking up when she had a bad day. Not a lot of people knew, but Amy was a lot more emotional than he let on, but he just internalized all of it and that was never good.
When Emily saw the dimmed lights, the candles, and the dinner, she put a hand on her hip and looked at him, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "Alright, what did you do?" Looking around, she made sure nothing was broken, no stains were on the new carpet, and nothing was on fire. "Okay, so you didn't break anything........ You didn't kill anyone," Emily thought about retracting that statement, because she knew that Amycus would be far better at hiding and taking care of a body than she was, but she decided to just keep going. "And I know you didn't cheat on me, so.... Alright, I'll bite...."
Taking off her coat and hanging it up, Emily still was a bit suspicious, but she let things go on, glad to actually have a night alone with Amycus. Yes, there were New Years parties to attend to, but this was New Years, and she was more than willing to spend it in with Amycus. "You worked hard on this... Wow, I'm really impressed here, Amycus... I have an extra bottle of Chocolate vodka we can break into as well, from when I made them for Christmas gifts. How's that sound?" Emily noticed that he was wearing one of the suits she had gotten him for Christmas, and that put a big smile on her face. "So, Amycus, we're staying in, so what's the agenda?"
He blinked several times, a bit surprised that she was suspicious. "I didn't do anything," he said quite honestly. (At least, nothing similar to killing your ex-fiance in the foyer.) Though, he supposed he understood -- they rarely partook in lovey-dovey things like this that other couples did. A nice dinner at an expensive restaurant, or expensive gifts, were the usual extent of their romanticism. This...this was hitting the ball quite far out of the park, but given the amount of advice he'd been given by others, he figured it was worth it.
He was amused by the list of possible wrongdoings, a small, barely recognizable quirk of the lips that might've escaped anyone who didn't know Amycus intimately well. Neither did he refute nor support her ideas, though, preferring to leave the atmosphere of the whole ordeal open-ended. It was hard, at times, to surprise Emily, who seemed to have acquired a near-accurate Amycus-radar over the past year and a half, and if she didn't know exactly what he was up to, she at least had an inkling of it. Leading her to the table and pulling out the chair for her, he shrugged lightly. "It was nothing," he said, seating himself across the table from her. "I figured you deserved something nice like this, so... Chocolate vodka sounds great." He paused at her question, arms crossed and leaned against the table. "Emily...what do you think about spending the rest of our lives together? Just like this? What would you say to that?"
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