thread : gestures WHO: Osreor Kastner, OPEN to a Peg, then Sara WHEN: evening WHERE: outside Pegasus
The daylight was fading as Osreor set up outside of Pegasus dorm. He'd made the decision a little while ago that he would ask Sara to the dance. She wouldn't be an easy one. Easy to ask, maybe, but he thought she might be more of a challenge for his usual demon games. She seemed very young still, very naive. It would be fun to try and spark lust in her and see what happens. She seemed to be a bit of an open book to Osreor. Most of what he'd gleaned about her he hadn't even needed his demon intuition for. She liked boys, fairly indiscriminately, it seemed, though he doubted she would know what to do with one if she had one. He got the impression that she liked the idea of romance, romantic gestures. And this was why the incubus was standing outside, facing her window.
Osreor had a handmade sign resting against his legs. The sign simply said in large, bold letters, "Will You Go To The Dance With Me?" He was dressed up, a bit more than what he'd been for classes. Osreor was wearing shorts, such a light tan that they almost looked white. His shirt, a pink dress shirt, was tucked in, and he was wearing a thin white tie with it. He'd spent a while making sure he didn't have a hair out of place that he looked just right. His guitar was hanging on him by the strap. In one hand was a bouquet of wildflowers, mostly pink with a few white and purple ones. In his other hand was a stone.