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Tweak says, "I got the boogie fever!"

erniedtmac (erniedtmac) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-11-03 23:16:00

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character: ernie macmillan, character: theodore nott

Who: Ernie and Theodore
What: An actual date
Where: Dip & Swish cafe, Diagon Alley
When: Monday, November 3 - 6pm
Status: Closed / Ongoing

That day, Ernie's professionalism was the very thing that saved him from being a complete mess. All right, it wasn't that bad, but he'd felt nervous flutters in his stomach all day, every time he thought of his plans for the evening. After work, he was more than happy to toss away his ugly healer's robes and find something a little more... flattering, like some Muggle denim trousers that he'd bought on a shopping trip with Justin and a nice, dark purple jumper.

He showed to the cafe with minutes to spare, not wanting to be late and knowing he'd need a few minutes to calm down. He didn't really know why he was so nervous, he'd had plenty of dates before, but this one just seemed a little more important. Maybe it was because Theodore was so elusive in his own way, and that Ernie felt lucky just to be given a chance. The other man didn't seem to trust easily - Ernie hoped he was worthy of it.

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erniedtmac
2014-12-06 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Ernie liked hearing Theodore talk about things that were a little personal, even if they were something as small as what food he enjoyed eating most. "It doesn't matter if it doesn't take skill, as long as you enjoy it," he offered. "It sounds nice, like comfort food."

He finished the last piece of his chicken and then tackled the last of his pasta. "Is there anyplace in particular you like for a good breakfast? We could always go, meet up early one morning and go out for breakfast. If you like."

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nottfinished
2014-12-07 09:50 pm UTC (link)

Comfort food? He supposed that made sense, like he was trying to reassure something about himself, by himself. Yeah, comfort food. He nodded a little bit, his fork speared in a chip that waited in a state of stasis for him to eat it as he paused in thought, broken out of his reverie by Ernie again.

He ate the fated chip and smiled at Ernie's suggestion. "I've never eaten out for breakfast." he admitted. "I wouldn't mind trying it though, if you'd still want to go?" This date wasn't as bad as he'd feared it would be.

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