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[merced]

maybe

[ A quick glance at the bear, still toppled over on her coffee table, lips settling before they can curl into a grimace - and, ugh, fine. Why not? ]

i've been meaning to check out the art district anyway
you wanna come with me?

[cheffeur]

[--damn it NO HE DIDN'T

MEAN TO ASK HER ON A DATE



he's so fucking bad at this. should he say no so she doesn't think he's overinvested. or just. go with it. she's decisive, she wouldn't have asked if she minded him there. Right?]

I suppose so. I'd be interested in seeing the art styles of this world.

[merced]

[ It won't be a date. Or, if it is one, it's one she can lose him in the crowd during.

She can deal with that. ]

great
you can pay the door fees

[cheffeur]

[Very fair- after all, she can ditch him at a moment's notice, if need be.]

Even though I'm the one being invited? Traditionally, I believe it's supposed to work the other way around.

[merced]

traditionally, you're supposed to marry someone before jumping into bed with them

haven't heard you complain

[ Put that in your pipe and smoke it. ]

[cheffeur]

[....damn it, Aranea]

I'll be sure to put that at the top of my to-do list, then.

But fine. I'll handle admission.

[merced]

[ best way to scare a man into parting with his money

threaten him with marriage ]