Onyxx had been playing it cool during the conversation on the forums, but the truth was? He'd never been on a date before, and had no idea what he was really doing here. He pretended to be a cool and - he hoped - suave guy, but in truth he was boorish and clumsy.
Worst of all? He'd never been fishing. The people he'd been raised by never made it a point of taking him on fishing trips after the beatings. So he'd been scrambling the last few days to figure out what he would need for shark fishing. He still wasn't sure if he had everything, but time was up and he would be damned if he'd be late for his first date. So when the knock came, he stopped rushing around his room, smoothed out his hair from where he'd run his hands through it in nervousness, and needlessly straightened his button-down Hawaiian shirt (he'd left it unbuttoned) and made sure his white wifebeater was tucked into his blue jeans. The beat-up sneakers, alas, were the only ones he had, so he went with those.
"Hey," he said with a grin as he opened the door. "Nice to meet you in person." He stepped to the side and gestured inwards. "You wanna come in for a second?" He sounded pretty relaxed, but in his head, there was the equivalent of Star Trek alarm bells going off.