7th ☆ [Bowl-O-Rama with mylife4food]

[adropofjupiter]

[Now this was an odd place to suddenly find oneself in. Alone.

Oh wait... there was some guy slumped in a chair next to her. She'd never seen him before and leaned close to get a look at him. Okay, so he was cute, but cute wasn't important right then. What was important was figuring out where the hell she was and then figuring out how she got there.

So she left the sleeping guy there and wandered deeper into the belly of the... Bowl-O-Rama? At least that's what the sign over the wood floor area said. Huh. The witch goes exploring and finds the doors are locked.

Huh. Might as well see if there's anything to steal aside from a bunch of ugly shoes, heavy balls and pencils.]

Comments

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

Then what should I do? What should I tell Lady Miku?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[She glances back over her shoulder as she continues.]

That you love her and want to be with her. Let her make the decision if she wants to bear the burden that comes with society's damn stigma against your people.

You have no right to take that choice away from her.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

I mean...here. That at home is over. I think I will be dying back home soon. Do you know Lady Miku?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

You didn't specify, ze.

I know a Miku. I don't know a Lady Miku. [yup, being a brat]

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

Um...she sings and always tries to give out leek juice.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Heh. She's a friend of mine. [Marisa and her loose definition of friend...]

Were you at her concert?

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

Of course I was! I helped her set up.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

The light show that went with the music? All me.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

You did a very good job!

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Course, I did! I'm a witch.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

Um...that still doesn't answer my question.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Sitting down on the wooden floor of the lanes, Marisa took a long drink of the beer as she considered the options.]

Have you told her you like her? Taken her out on a date... any of that?

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

I-I have. And she has admitted the same to me too.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

How many dates? You kissed yet?

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

O-One...and not really.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...okay, how do you 'not really' kiss someone?

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

It w-wasn't a r-real kiss.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Be more specific. A 'real kiss' means different things to different people, ze.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

It was a kiss on the ch-cheek.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

That it? So, the proper answer to my question would've been 'no'.

Hey, this floor's kinda nice and cool. Oi! Sit down so I ain't craning my neck back to look up at you.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[He immediately drops down and sits with his legs crossed.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Much better. I wonder why this part of the floor is all wood and smooth and stuff.

Anyways. Take Miku out on another date. If you two have fun, tell her at the end that you really like her and would be honored if she would be your girlfriend. That sounds knightly enough.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

What if she says no?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Then you know where you stand. It might hurt, but it's better than not knowing and never doing anything because you're afraid of rejection.

[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[He leans back, thinking. And ends up falling over, beating his head on the floor. This is the graceful swordsman you saw earlier.]