Valentine's Day. Such an amazing time for those that were in love. A magical time, where lovers, boyfriends, girlfriends, wifes, husbands, and couples of all types enjoyed their being together. It was a day for romance, love, exploration, and simply enjoying one's self with someone that they cared about, that someone often being who they cared about the most. The affection was almost palpable in the air, from th lovey-dovey couples that spent their time relaxing in the parks to the more mature romance of those that decided to celebrate at a fancy restaurant. And even those things that would make Scarlett blush while thinking about - although that'd be most things. Perhaps it wasn't a surprise to anyone that even someone as awkward as the redheaded gunslinger wanted to spend this time with someone.
It was quite easy to tell that Scarlett wasn't the best when it came to asking people things, be it information or if they wanted to do something with her. Typically, she would be far too meek to do so, unless it was with her small circle of friends. And even then, it was rather difficult, often resorting to text messages sent on her scroll to do such things for her. It relieved some of the anxiety when it came to asking people if they wanted to hunt or invite them over for some reason. In fact, she was almost dependent on it at times. But this time, this day, it was different. Instead of going the simple route and sending a text, she instead sent a voice message.
To: Avery
From: Scar
"H-hey, erm... Avy, it's me Scar! I was just wondering, since, erm... I mean, I... I don't really, erm... know if you had any plans or anything... erm... but it being, uh... V-valentines and everything... everyone was doing stuff and... I figured... erm..." A pause was heard, the girl attempting to recompose herself to continue, "A-ah... anyways, erm... I was wondering if you maybe didn't have anything planned, you'd be up for... you know... joining me on going into town... getting some lunch or something... kind've like a.. da- no, no no. That's dumb, I should delete that one and-"
Apparently, despite her attempts at deleting the message, she just ended up sending it. Which was immediately followed up by another text to ignore the last part of the previous message. With that done, she set out on the task of finding the perfect thing to wear. It was rare for the redhead to really wear anything other than her school uniform, but this time around she felt that it was a special occasion. But it was kind've hard to figure out why it was a special occasion, possibly just the holiday in general. But it was a strange feeling, not like this meet-up was a date or anything. It was kind've a date, even if the gunslingers hadn't realized that's what they were doing. And even if she did, the meeker of the two would probably just blush, deny it, have a break down, or all three.
After nearly an hour of getting ready - mostly due to picking out an outfit - she found something that worked quite well. At first glance, the outfit would have seemed to be something sort of like a sundress. But considering just how cold it was at that time of the year, that would have been ridiculously uncomfortable. Instead, there were two layers to her clothing. The bottom layer wasn't entirely revealed, kind've being a rather thin black sweater. The top layer was more like a dress in ways. Red, simple, a couple of tiny ribbons on one side of her chest to make it more unique. And her leggings were covered in stockings, something to keep them warm and trail upwards towards the over-dress's somewhat frilly skirt. If most people had saw her, they probably would have thought she was going on a romantic day.
Waiting at their planned meeting point, Scarlett shifted awkwardly on her legs, unable to contain her mixture of excitement and anxiety. She looked around the area, watching out for whatever sight of Avery that she could get while trying not to lick her lips as she often did. This day, she actually chose to wear a bit more make-up than usual, the lip-gloss giving her mouth a more noticeable shade of pink that usual. So instead, she just fidgeted lightly, trying to resist doing those little movements that she was almost known for. Didn't stop her from biting down on her inner cheek lightly, of course.
It was quite easy to tell that Scarlett wasn't the best when it came to asking people things, be it information or if they wanted to do something with her. Typically, she would be far too meek to do so, unless it was with her small circle of friends. And even then, it was rather difficult, often resorting to text messages sent on her scroll to do such things for her. It relieved some of the anxiety when it came to asking people if they wanted to hunt or invite them over for some reason. In fact, she was almost dependent on it at times. But this time, this day, it was different. Instead of going the simple route and sending a text, she instead sent a voice message.
To: Avery
From: Scar
"H-hey, erm... Avy, it's me Scar! I was just wondering, since, erm... I mean, I... I don't really, erm... know if you had any plans or anything... erm... but it being, uh... V-valentines and everything... everyone was doing stuff and... I figured... erm..." A pause was heard, the girl attempting to recompose herself to continue, "A-ah... anyways, erm... I was wondering if you maybe didn't have anything planned, you'd be up for... you know... joining me on going into town... getting some lunch or something... kind've like a.. da- no, no no. That's dumb, I should delete that one and-"
Apparently, despite her attempts at deleting the message, she just ended up sending it. Which was immediately followed up by another text to ignore the last part of the previous message. With that done, she set out on the task of finding the perfect thing to wear. It was rare for the redhead to really wear anything other than her school uniform, but this time around she felt that it was a special occasion. But it was kind've hard to figure out why it was a special occasion, possibly just the holiday in general. But it was a strange feeling, not like this meet-up was a date or anything. It was kind've a date, even if the gunslingers hadn't realized that's what they were doing. And even if she did, the meeker of the two would probably just blush, deny it, have a break down, or all three.
After nearly an hour of getting ready - mostly due to picking out an outfit - she found something that worked quite well. At first glance, the outfit would have seemed to be something sort of like a sundress. But considering just how cold it was at that time of the year, that would have been ridiculously uncomfortable. Instead, there were two layers to her clothing. The bottom layer wasn't entirely revealed, kind've being a rather thin black sweater. The top layer was more like a dress in ways. Red, simple, a couple of tiny ribbons on one side of her chest to make it more unique. And her leggings were covered in stockings, something to keep them warm and trail upwards towards the over-dress's somewhat frilly skirt. If most people had saw her, they probably would have thought she was going on a romantic day.
Waiting at their planned meeting point, Scarlett shifted awkwardly on her legs, unable to contain her mixture of excitement and anxiety. She looked around the area, watching out for whatever sight of Avery that she could get while trying not to lick her lips as she often did. This day, she actually chose to wear a bit more make-up than usual, the lip-gloss giving her mouth a more noticeable shade of pink that usual. So instead, she just fidgeted lightly, trying to resist doing those little movements that she was almost known for. Didn't stop her from biting down on her inner cheek lightly, of course.
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