[ The tadpole had changed quite a lot — had broken him out of a thrall he'd thought he'd be laboring under for the rest of his life, had allowed him to walk in the sun, to come startlingly close to enjoying a normal existence again. But circumstances had drawn a rather limiting set of boundaries around what kind of paths he could take, so this — to flirt without too heavy a consideration as to consequence, to potentially go on a date that features no connection to the world-saving quest he and his companions have been on — is really the most notable chance he's had just to enjoy himself.
Strange, then, that it should make him feel uncertain, not in terms of whether or not he wants to go, but about what freedom entails to him, whether or not he knows himself outside of a setting where looking out for himself is the name of the game. Who is he, given the chance to take off his mask, given the chance to invest even the faintest amount of interest in someone else.
But — no promises, no disappointments. If he doesn't feel glad about that pronouncement, he doesn't feel bitter about it, either, which is about as good as such things can get. ]
You do make it difficult not to have a good time, at least where a little banter is concerned. We'll see how well you measure up in other areas.
[ Always handy to set a base level of interaction, e.g. being a little bitchy for the sake of being bitchy, which he thinks Mat can take perfectly well if only because at least some of their respective pages seem to be taken from the same book.
Besides, he can't complain too much about setting casual expectations — he knows how to handle that, at least, and it'll make things easier should either of them catch fright and decide to scarper. Granted, it becomes a little bit of a battle, then, to see who'll be able to extricate themselves first (winner) and leave the other empty-handed (loser), but they'll cross that bridge when they get to it. ]
Wear whatever you think makes you look the most handsome.
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Strange, then, that it should make him feel uncertain, not in terms of whether or not he wants to go, but about what freedom entails to him, whether or not he knows himself outside of a setting where looking out for himself is the name of the game. Who is he, given the chance to take off his mask, given the chance to invest even the faintest amount of interest in someone else.
But — no promises, no disappointments. If he doesn't feel glad about that pronouncement, he doesn't feel bitter about it, either, which is about as good as such things can get. ]
You do make it difficult not to have a good time, at least where a little banter is concerned. We'll see how well you measure up in other areas.
[ Always handy to set a base level of interaction, e.g. being a little bitchy for the sake of being bitchy, which he thinks Mat can take perfectly well if only because at least some of their respective pages seem to be taken from the same book.
Besides, he can't complain too much about setting casual expectations — he knows how to handle that, at least, and it'll make things easier should either of them catch fright and decide to scarper. Granted, it becomes a little bit of a battle, then, to see who'll be able to extricate themselves first (winner) and leave the other empty-handed (loser), but they'll cross that bridge when they get to it. ]
Wear whatever you think makes you look the most handsome.
[ Because he certainly will. ]