[ Oh no. Oh no, now she's said it--it's his fault! He said it first, and she just responded in kind, and now it's, ahhhhhhhhhh?! Ahhhhhhhhh.
She has a second to just kind of stare at him in befuddled not-quite horror before she squeaks, in a rush to clarify: ]
I-I mean, it's, I'm not trying to be weird about it or anything, it's--haha, um, that's--you know, I'm not saying it's a date-date, it's just, y--you know!
Yeah. Yeah, I know, I'm not . . . I wasn't trying to trick you out on a date with me or whatever.
[Because he'd have to for her to agree, right?! He'd have to bait and switch her! That's the only way! His whole body feels hot right now, radiating off his face through his all of him. Ahhhhhh?!]
I-I know you weren't! You're not that kind of guy.
[ Given her very very narrow knowledge of what Kadoc's type is (Anastasia), she is pretty sure there's no way he would actually ever ask her in the first place. But also, she can't look him in the eye right now, her own face bright red. ]
So, uh, it's okay. I'd be happy to have lunch with you any time.
Yeah. Me too. Sounds good. I'll . . . I can text you sometime soon. . . . Thanks for doing this crazy quest with me.
[He tries to catch her eye. But what would he do if he did? Then he'd be looking her in the eye! That's impossible right now! Nothing more fucked up has ever happened to either of them! So in the end, he looks away too.]
[ The thing to do... is just look at him sidelong and nod, fast and jerky. It's not quite eye contact, but hopefully he's looking enough to see the gesture. ]
Thanks for having me. --Uh. And I'll look forward to lunch.
[And now the thing to do is flee, and feel fucking stupid for fleeing, because what more was that than two friends just making a normal lunch NOT date with one another? Nothing! Fucking nothing!
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Date: 2022-08-03 04:09 am (UTC)[ Oh no. Oh no, now she's said it--it's his fault! He said it first, and she just responded in kind, and now it's, ahhhhhhhhhh?! Ahhhhhhhhh.
She has a second to just kind of stare at him in befuddled not-quite horror before she squeaks, in a rush to clarify: ]
I-I mean, it's, I'm not trying to be weird about it or anything, it's--haha, um, that's--you know, I'm not saying it's a date-date, it's just, y--you know!
[ Does he? Does she?! Ahhhhhhhhhhh?! ]
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Date: 2022-08-03 05:02 am (UTC)[Because he'd have to for her to agree, right?! He'd have to bait and switch her! That's the only way! His whole body feels hot right now, radiating off his face through his all of him. Ahhhhhh?!]
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Date: 2022-08-03 05:13 am (UTC)[ Given her very very narrow knowledge of what Kadoc's type is (Anastasia), she is pretty sure there's no way he would actually ever ask her in the first place. But also, she can't look him in the eye right now, her own face bright red. ]
So, uh, it's okay. I'd be happy to have lunch with you any time.
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Date: 2022-08-07 06:16 am (UTC)[He tries to catch her eye. But what would he do if he did? Then he'd be looking her in the eye! That's impossible right now! Nothing more fucked up has ever happened to either of them! So in the end, he looks away too.]
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Date: 2022-08-07 06:36 am (UTC)Thanks for having me. --Uh. And I'll look forward to lunch.
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Date: 2022-08-08 05:14 am (UTC)[And now the thing to do is flee, and feel fucking stupid for fleeing, because what more was that than two friends just making a normal lunch NOT date with one another? Nothing! Fucking nothing!
And yet.]