Redoing this.
WHO: Dark Mousey {stealshearts}, Nia Teppelin {floweredirises}
WHERE: Dark's room, 235
WHEN: Sometime during the morning or afternoon. Whenever he found the chocolates anyways.
SUMMARY: Dark wants to give Nia chocolates and his love
RATING: G for now unless something comes up
WARNINGS: Probably lots of fluff
STATUS: In-Progress
Dark had received the chocolates in front of his door like he was sure many others had, especially with all of the posts made to the community. What he thought was strange was that the chocolates had Nia's name on it. Did that mean she had given them to him? He chuckled. Maybe she'd found him attractive and was interested in him. How cute.
In any case, for someone's heart to beat so furiously against his chest, he was sure acting calmly. He'd never felt this way before, or at least never had such strange feelings at the mere thought of someone. He'd looked through his closet where all of the clothes from his home had been set and dressed into his best. Just a black pin stripped looking suit, though he wore it so casually and didn't even bother to button it up, and of course the red shirt. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and paced back and forth in his room, waiting for her to show up.
Damn. Acting like this wasn't cool.
WHERE: Dark's room, 235
WHEN: Sometime during the morning or afternoon. Whenever he found the chocolates anyways.
SUMMARY: Dark wants to give Nia chocolates and his love
RATING: G for now unless something comes up
WARNINGS: Probably lots of fluff
STATUS: In-Progress
Dark had received the chocolates in front of his door like he was sure many others had, especially with all of the posts made to the community. What he thought was strange was that the chocolates had Nia's name on it. Did that mean she had given them to him? He chuckled. Maybe she'd found him attractive and was interested in him. How cute.
In any case, for someone's heart to beat so furiously against his chest, he was sure acting calmly. He'd never felt this way before, or at least never had such strange feelings at the mere thought of someone. He'd looked through his closet where all of the clothes from his home had been set and dressed into his best. Just a black pin stripped looking suit, though he wore it so casually and didn't even bother to button it up, and of course the red shirt. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and paced back and forth in his room, waiting for her to show up.
Damn. Acting like this wasn't cool.