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With little to no warning she had taken his hand and led him into the middle of the apartment.

"Oh Carmikael, you know you shouldn't worry so much!"

She had the most charming voice. Even after just coming out from the labor of studying her words managed to melt his stress like wax. Of course with the old stress gone there was now something of a more immediate matter occupying his mind. Lizzette approached him, her slender frame swaying almost seductively as she brought herself right up to him, their bodies barely breathing distance apart. "When you act so nervous all the time you only draw attention to yourself."

He knew just as well as she did that appearing calm helped draw less attention. The fact he was acting nervous however was because he was. It made acting less nervous more difficult as it required him to pretend to be something he was not. He dwelled on that matter little as he was snapped out of his mental haze when she placed her hand on his shoulder, indicating the initiation of an impromptu dance.

Catching on quickly he placed his hand upon her waist, following up on her steps with his memory of the dance sheet. He had practiced dancing in the past. His father had spun him a dance partner woven from tangible darkness for him to try his dance moves with. It was effective as an instructional aid. The skill and timing with which he synced his steps with hers was evidence enough. This was different from before however. The cold calculated void of emotions that had accompanied him while dancing before was substituted by a warmth growing in the chest, an increase in heart rate and a mild cloudiness cast over his thoughts, all symptoms born from his physical and emotional attraction to her. She was beautiful to him and her personality warmed his heart.

"See! Just relax, tonight were just two friends going out to have some fun, not Weapon and Warlock, but normal people. Forget about magic, for just one night,"


With a twirl their spontaneous dance was brought to it's conclusion. She gifted him with an embrace followed by a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm going to get ready" She spoke excitedly, breaking off from him and skipping merrily off to her room. He was left little time to respond but perhaps it was for the best. His stutter was much worse in the presence of lovely women such as herself and the situation hardly called for a response anyways. He was left alone to dwell on what she had said instead while he went off to prepare himself as well.

Once in the solitude of his room he changed from his casual wear, a suit which a poorer person could wear to an expensive restaurant and still blend right in, into his much sharper looking suit which he wears when he's heading out to be seen in public. To an unrefined user the only real difference between these suits would be the fact that his casual wear is quite a bit more comfortable however someone with an eye taught to seek such differences could see a whole host of differences between the two. Carmikael would belong to the latter category of people.

He reflected back on what she had said. Just two friends going out to have some fun. That's all, right? He asked himself a question that he couldn't answer. Ever since they started living together she had been quite friendly with him. He first thought it was just an aspect of socializing he had yet to grasp. After all, he lived his entire life without friends before her. His father couldn't afford to have had him socializing with anyone through any medium. No meeting people, no phone calls and no internet with which to speak with anyone with. He was a prisoner living life in a gilded cage. Since the day he was let out into the world it was quite scary but at the same time he loved the freedom to go wherever he wished and speak to people freely. So long had he been enamored with it that he had not given much thought towards actual romance.


"Are you almost ready?" She asked him through his door as he was just about to step out. "Y-yeah, I'm ready." He answered her query as he strode out from his room looking stylish in his dark red verging on black suit.

"We should grab some dinner too! Remember, it's just a normal night out, were just a normal boy and a normal girl, getting some food and catching a show."

He quirked an eyebrow up a second, the sudden introduction of not one but two difference destinations on their trip throwing him off for a moment. "D-Doesn't th-the b-bar serve food? No-not that I'm saying th-that we sh-shouldn't stop to eat somewhere first. Just trying to figure out our c-current p-path of destinations... List of d-destinations I mean, er... Whichever sounded better." He spoke his mind without even really meaning to. Sometimes that happens to him. A point at which he's thinking and then he just says what pops right into his head before trying to salvage what he could of the verbal mess he uttered.