Who: Lulu and Skwisgaar the Elder What: Things and stuff and rings and junk. Where: Mordhaus Proper When: Tonight directly after this. Warnings: More than likely some Dethklok Biohazard.
Skwisgaar was never one who could easily put into words how he felt. So that was why he sent in a secret, instead. The secret was well received by those who read the community, and that was why he went to get the ring. That and... well, he'd been thinking about it for ages anyway. He was nervous the whole day after leaving the website open on Lulu's computer. He was worried she'd either not get it, or if she did, she wouldn't feel the same way.
Now that she'd alleviated both those fears, all that was left was a rush of adrenaline and the pressing desire to be somewhere brand new. Somewhere Skwisgaar knew he'd feel comfortable, but somewhere that needed a proper breaking in. He'd pulled his hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck, put on a silk shirt and a pair of good pants, secured the ring in its box and in his pocket, and made sure that at least one or two rooms of Mordhaus was able to be shown and used by he and Lulu. The luck of the draw was that their bedrooms and the main rec room had all been completed that week, but nothing else was even close to finished. They were working on getting the recording studios set up.
He then made arrangements for dinner to be ready for them when they arrived, and slid into the back of the limo, to get to Lulu's flat. When he arrived, he walked with a confidence that was only befitting of a Rock God in his finest moment. Long, assured strides sent him through the shop and up the stairs to her door, and he knocked upon it, practically feeling electric. His skin felt chilled, though his hands had gone clammy in the last few seconds, and he took a deep breath, waiting for an answer.