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genessia2018-07-15 09:50 pm
waitingforhope) wrote in genessia2018-07-15 09:50 pm
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[CLOSED] Out of all the past confusion | Out of all the common spite
Who: Trunks & Mai
What: First Date
When: Mid-July
Where: Genessia Shooting Range (...no, really), followed by dinner at The Garden Bistro in Attleton, and then capping off the night with a visit to the Sky Gardens in Nova City.
Warnings: none
[Mai couldn't recall the last time she'd had the opportunity to dress for a date.]
[At the very least, Trunks had given her a brief summary of his plans for the evening. Enough that she knew mobility would be necessary. Comfort. Clothing she could bear while walking during the warmer sunlight hours. That would allow her to breathe through the humidity of the late evening. Recalling a love of fashion from her previous "life", she settled on a grey, short-sleeved sweater dress and thin leggings. Black boots. Minimal makeup, focusing mainly on her eyes. A small bag to carry her communicator and some money.]
[She knew she wouldn't have to wait long, considering they lived in the same apartment. So she sat on her bed, facing the mirror on the opposite wall, and finished brushing her long hair. The door left ajar so he knew he was welcome to enter at his leisure. Just like before.]
What: First Date
When: Mid-July
Where: Genessia Shooting Range (...no, really), followed by dinner at The Garden Bistro in Attleton, and then capping off the night with a visit to the Sky Gardens in Nova City.
Warnings: none
[Mai couldn't recall the last time she'd had the opportunity to dress for a date.]
[At the very least, Trunks had given her a brief summary of his plans for the evening. Enough that she knew mobility would be necessary. Comfort. Clothing she could bear while walking during the warmer sunlight hours. That would allow her to breathe through the humidity of the late evening. Recalling a love of fashion from her previous "life", she settled on a grey, short-sleeved sweater dress and thin leggings. Black boots. Minimal makeup, focusing mainly on her eyes. A small bag to carry her communicator and some money.]
[She knew she wouldn't have to wait long, considering they lived in the same apartment. So she sat on her bed, facing the mirror on the opposite wall, and finished brushing her long hair. The door left ajar so he knew he was welcome to enter at his leisure. Just like before.]