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howbigcanitbe) wrote2008-07-30 09:24 pm
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Yeah, it's really a date [RP for
sonata_adagio]
Hellboy was nervous. In fact, he wasn't sure the last time he'd been this nervous. He had a date. He had a date with a gorgeous blonde and it scared the crap out of him. He couldn't figure out one single reason why she'd be going on a date with him. He was wearing a pair of black leather pants, a black tee shirt and his black boots. He had his father's rosary looped through one of the belt loops on his pants and even though he felt naked without it, he'd left his gun behind. He also had his long brown coat on. Mostly because it made him feel like he had something to hide in in public. He had a half smoked Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth and he was currently pacing a little in front of Jill's door. He had a small bouquet of red roses in his right hand because he'd gone to Angel and they'd talked briefly (ie grunted and grumbled then muttered some). Basically, Hellboy had gotten out of the conversation that girls liked flowers. So he had flowers. He finally took a deep breath and knocked lightly on her door then waited for her to open it.
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She messed with her hair a little more before she moved to stand just inside the door. It was still a few seconds before she opened the door. And when she did, she looked up to him scared to see horror that might be there. "Hey."
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"Uh...uhm...uh..." Finally he just held the flowers out. "We could skip coffee."
And see that was why he shouldn't talk.
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"Oh...right." He cleared his throat and released her, shifting his feet as he stepped back. "Right. Coffee."
Or cold shower. Same thing.
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He'd gone there a couple of nights ago with research in mind. They hadn't blinked much at him ordering a coffee.
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"M'nervous," he admitted. "'Bout the whole date. M'not real good at this," he warned her.
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He puffed on the cigar and blew the smoke out. "Told you m'bad at this."
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"I'll remember that."