Sikota Buhari (![]() ![]() @ 2010-09-11 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | sikota buhari, silas copeland, travis lucero |
Who Sikota Buhari and Silas Copeland (and Travis answers the door)
What: A date!
When: Friday evening (backdated)
Where: Jakob's house and then a restaurant
Rating: PG-13? I don't know, we'll see.
Kota was almost always late to everything. Not because he didn't care about the things he was late to, but because he was so used to living a schedule-free life that he just didn't know how to handle his time. He wasn't used to getting up at a specific time, getting showered and dressed at a specific time, or leaving at a specific time. He just... did things when he felt like it. He'd managed to be on time to meet Elise that afternoon, though, and he was determined to be on time to pick Silas up. He didn't want to boy to think for even a second that he'd been stood up.
He came home from gardening with Elise and took another shower, even letting Grant blow-dry and style his hair. He got dressed in a pair of dark boot-cut jeans, a salmon-colored button-front shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows, and a slightly-loosened black tie. His eyes were kind of dry from his stupid decision to go out without his sunglasses earlier in the day, so he wore his black thick-framed glasses instead of his contacts. He stepped into a pair of old converse and finally was ready... over an hour early. He wasted time around the house, playing guitar and carving a few random things. Finally, it was half an hour before he needed to be at Jakob's house, and he left... even though it was only a fifteen minute ride at worst.
He rode his old Harley that he'd converted into a hybrid bike, and brought along the helmet he never wore for his human friend. He drove slowly, but was still a little under fifteen minutes early when he pulled into the driveway and cut his engine. He stalled for a moment, looking through his phone idly as he put the kick stand out and climbed off of the machine. Not wanting to be the creep hanging out in the driveway, he slid his phone into his back pocket and walked slowly up to the front door, biting onto his lower lip and knocking. He was nervous. He hadn't taken someone out on a date in... actually, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a date. He never stuck around long enough to bother dating people.