Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[L1wW]

Oh crap oh crap! "H-h-hey Friesden, uh would you...er... would you go out with me?" Granite stammers. "Uh, I g-g-got these for you..." He hands Friesden the bouquet. This is not going to end well...

[Dsarker]

'"Go out" with him? Does he mean...on a date?' Friesden wonders as she takes the bouquet. "Uh...Um...Okay."

[L1wW]

Crap, should I be more specific? Granite thought. "Like... um... er... you and me... go grab something... to eat... together?" He asks Friesden, trying not to sound as stupid as possible.

[Dsarker]

"That sounds fun," Friesden says.

[L1wW]

I should just give up now- wait what? "Great!" Granite says. "Shall we head over to the dinning hall?" What the hell do I do, what the hell do I do?!

[Dsarker]

"Why not?" Friesden asks. Rhetorically.

[L1wW]

I pray to god that was rhetorical. "Alright let's go." Granite says, taking a moment to offer her his hoof. Why am I offering her my hoof, what the hell...

[Dsarker]

Friesden takes the hoof after another moment, and follows him.

[L1wW]

After a brief stroll through Dawnpick the two make it to the dinning hall. Granite then notices the line outside the door. Crap. "I guess this is expected, considering there's only like ten chairs for well more then fifty ponies!" Granite said. "Well considering there's a good twenty minute waiting period to be seated, I bet the food comes well within an hour." Granite said with a nervous laugh at the end, trying to make a joke. "So do you want to wait in line for god knows how long, or do you want to do something else? How about a stroll through the meadows, right next to the spot where that cavern thing died?" Granite said, again trying to make a joke. I am awful... He thought to himself.

[Dsarker]

"Oh, whatever you think is best," says Friesden.

[L1wW]

"Alright, stroll it is..." Granite said. Man can this get any worse? Granite thought.

[Dsarker]

"Okay," says Friesden as they start on their stroll.

[L1wW]

As they walk through the meadows, absolutely nothing interesting happens at all. The night was silent. No crickets were chirping, no wolves were howling, nothing. Silence. In Dawnpick. "Friesden I'm sorry if this is the worst time you have ever had, I suck..." Granite sighs. "I sincerely doubt this could get worse..." Granite looks off into the distance.

[Dsarker]

"It's not that bad, Granite," Friesden says.

[L1wW]

"How so?" Granite asks Friesden.