Mundane wants to do all the shippy things but a certain muse is a little hesitant

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Hey! Don't give me that look...

I know you're eager for me and him to do stuff together but sheesh! I mean c'mon I'm not really great at the whole romance thing in the first place, I don't even know what kind of thing Veser would enjoy doing together.

No, I'll just uh...stay here for a while and avoid the whole dating issue, yeah.

[Saft that kind of defeats the whole point of being in a relationship. :I]

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[notbloodylikely]

That's me! I'd tell you to contain your orgasms but that seems to be the problem in the first place...

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Still as disgusting as ever I see.

[notbloodylikely]

Why change perfection? [But moving on-] You're still a clueless dope, huh? How'd you even get a toe into the dating scene without me to push you?

[whitescalesbigmouth]

...Something came up and well Veser asked me and I said yes.

Is it really so hard to believe that even a "clueless dope" can find someone who isn't you?

1/?

[notbloodylikely]

...

[notbloodylikely]

Hmmm...

[notbloodylikely]

Ah-!

[notbloodylikely]

Wait...Actually...never mind...

[notbloodylikely]

Oh!

Done.

[notbloodylikely]

Yeah, it's basically impossible.

Re: Done.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

[It totally isn't Feda, I mean some guy who outright just proposed to her just a few moments ago in another corner of Dear Mun space. See? She's totally the sort of girl men are attracted to for some odd reason.]

Jerk. Shows what you know.

[notbloodylikely]

[Dear Mun doesn't count, it's full of weirdos!]

You're the one who doesn't even know to how get a date when you have a date, you dork.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

But it's different! Back where I'm from it's always the male that initiates these kinds of things.

But I've never asked anyone out on a date before and Veser's world is entirely different to my own, I don't even know what he'd enjoy... what I'm supposed to do... anything! I just want it to be perfect for him so he doesn't think I'm a screw-up girlfriend.

[notbloodylikely]

...You're such a loser.

[He breathes out a thick puff of white smoke from seemingly nowhere, aiming to give her a face full. It smells quite sweet, despite curling into skull shapes as it dissipates.]

Ain't such a thing as a perfect date, excluding ones with me and first dates are about finding out what people enjoy. Geeze... Do I need to sit you down and give you a lesson?

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Any lesson from you would be one I certainly wouldn't wanna take.

[notbloodylikely]

Really.

Because you know, despite the fact that you're an ice queen, I'm very successful in the dating scene.

[Half (?) truth (?)]

[whitescalesbigmouth]

I'm not an Ice Queen...

Maybe if you stopped being a rude little jerk to me I'd open up to you more and then you'd see exactly how wild I can be.

[notbloodylikely]

Open up?

[How about if he just undoes his shirt because actually opening up is not a thing he has done for ten years, but being a weirdo generally stops people wanting him to.]

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Hey! Don't do that!

[OMG NO BOY. YOU BUTTON THAT SHIRT BACK UP RIGHT NOW. THAT'S NOT THE KIND OF OPENING UP SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT, OI!]

[notbloodylikely]

Do what?

[On the last button now and-

He whips the whole thing off in one go. Big ol' muscles.]

[whitescalesbigmouth]

[No! She won't look! Never! You can't make her!

Ugh this is so wrong and --!]

[notbloodylikely]

[Can't he? Can't he?

Actually if he wanted to push his luck he could magically try to, but he won't.

Today.]

Buwahahah! Like I said. Hopeless.