Who: Peter and Doreen Where: Doreen's place When: 10/18/2015 What: MGSV and Geeking out? Rating/Warnings: Likely lowish, save maybe some language? Likely none. Status: Ongoing | Closed
The bus had rolled up near the stop to Doreen's place a few minutes ago, and by now Peter was rolling up near the apartment. He'd decided to go casual, as this wasn't a date and they were just hanging out, which he was happy for; Doreen was awesome, and it wasn't exactly like either was quiet about the fact they liked one another. It was obvious there was something there, and they both weren't hiding it either, which was nice. He didn't think it necessarily meant anything quite yet, it could be just flirting; he wasn't really all that sure, but he did intend to spend more time with her regardless, because she was fun, made him laugh, and they seemed to get on pretty well for the most part.
Dressed in black t-shirt that had a white picture of a Tie Fighter in the shape of a bow-tie. This shirt was worn over a white long-sleeved shirt, and sloped over a pair of jeans. Usually he'd actually worry about how to look, but with Doreen he felt comfortable, and he rather liked that. Approaching the door, he knocked on it softly before stepping back and slipping his hands into his pockets, before pulling them out and moving them back behind him. It was obvious he was a bit nervous; despite the comfort level with her, he couldn't help the nerves he felt. Not with a girl that he liked, it was Peter's downfall for pretty much all his life.
Rocking back a bit on his sketchers, he waited for Doreen to answer, while also wondering if she thought this was a date. He'd just assumed it wasn't a 'date', but maybe for two like them, it could be considered one? Maybe they just weren't traditionalists, oh he liked that. Then again, part of him thought they just flirted, and therefore it wasn't more than fun chatting and there was totally nothing there. God now he was thinking about it too much.
Damn it, Parker, shut up before you give yourself an aneurysm.