fade into me

That’s a very positive way of looking at it, and I’m deciding not to shatter that image you’ve made because it’s the only way you can get through this. 

I thank you most kindly. [He nods.]

It is a touch. Ah, yes, that might have you landed with the vomiting and babbling messes at the end of the night. It’s good you don’t give in to the peer pressure though.

Yes! I like to remind myself, however, that they're only that way because they had a good time. Though that doesn't get the stink out of my shoes, it's definitely a big help.

I see very little class in young adults dragging themselves around a room with dresses and suit jackets dangling off of them. 

I see your point. [He sighs, still smiling.] 

[Harold listens whilst taking a sip, crinkling the skin at the bridge of his nose.] That might happen. I’ve seen it before.

[He laughs.] As horrid as it may seem, I think it would have a hint of classiness.

That’s a really lovely sentiment you have there, Kyle, but it won’t last long. I hate to be the one to break it to you but you need to know the truth. [raises his glass in turn]

Ah, [Kyle sighs and takes a sip.] That I'm quite sure of--I'm just hoping I wouldn't need to help any of my friends up the dorm stairs tonight.

[Takes a sip of the punch] Wow, still not been spiked yet, this is a strange phenomenon.

I would really prefer it this way. [Grinning, Kyle raises his glass in a toast.]

THAT'S THE SPIRIT

"Should there be? I mean, I don’t see a parrot, so I wouldn’t have connected anything about you to a pirate." [She pretended to look around for the parrot she’d referenced, but quickly turned back to the guy and smiled widely. She hoped he could see she didn’t mean anything by it- she didn’t intend to offend anyone… most of the time.] "You are very welcome."

"Quite possibly," Kyle nods, his smile unwavering. "You might've heard of my father--Captain Hook? Let me assure you, however, that I am nothing like him." He was quite the opposite. 

Are y-you sure? It’s r-really no bother a-at all.

Of course, friend. [Kyle smiles and holds out his hand.] I'm Kyle Hook, at your service.

-Faye felt the grip around her hands tighten, glancing down at them quickly before bringing her gaze back to him. She tried her best not to frown upon hearing what he had to say.- Kyle.. Don’t think like that. You’re already everything I want. 

[He laughs, genuinely pleased by her reaction.] It looks very beautiful on you, so there's absolutely no need to thank me. [He gently touches the pendant and whispers.] You are the anchor that keeps my heart in place.

-Faye grinned, but it slowly diminished as Kyle seemingly had difficulty getting his words out. She grew a bit puzzled and it was showing on her face.- Kyle.. 

N-No--[Kyle stammered, his hands clutching onto hers like a lifeline.] I just thought that you might've wanted someone stronger, smarter--with a bit more experience in these things, but... [He shook his head with a smile, the earlier frustration melting away.] Nevermind me, I'm being silly. I'm going to be nineteen in a couple of months anyway.

"Hm, possibly." [She attempted a look of seriousness, maybe a little pondering as she faked attempting to make up her mind, but Roseline was never good at that sort of stuff. The seriousness, that was.] "Well, you do, really. As first impressions go, the one I’ve got of you is definitely very nice. Not sure if we can add fabulous to it just yet though. Give me some time to mull it over, and I’ll get back to you."

"Nothing... seemingly pirate-y about me?" he grinned. As nervous as he was, he could already tell that this person was quite easy to get a long with if he could joke about his fears so openly. "Thank you for your kind consideration."