#akijei

There is nothing worse than being set up on a blind date, Jei thinks as he walks into the small restaurant. Its a favor for his sister’s friend, someone who has helped him more than she should have since his sibling’s passing. She always tells him he needs to get out more, and this time she decided to take it into her own hands. He owes her enough, though, so going on a date with whoever she has set him up with is the least he can possibly do. The restaurant is nice enough, tasteful even if it’s terribly small. He is early, but it seems that his “date” is even earlier, Jei recognizing him from the picture his friend sent him. At least he hopes that’s the one. He gets nervous all of a sudden - he bites his lip and smooths his hair down before making his way to the table with long strides. “Hey,” he says, extending a hand, “I’m Jei.”

Even with the steady drone of voices around him, Shixun was in a quiet little world of his own as he sat, elbows perched onto the table. One deep sigh--then another--and he's counting the grains of salt that were spilled in front of him as a distraction from his thoughts. Thoughts of 'Why am I even here?' to 'I can't believe I'm doing this, maybe it's not too late to bail' were doing somersaults in his mind with the clock ticking down until it was time to come face to face with this stranger. It was all a terribly conceived plan his brother thought of as a way to get him out more and socialize with more people. As if he needed the help.

It was one thing to be introduced to other people through friends, but a blind date was in a new category entirely. This was a one time chance to make a good impression so the other person would want to keep seeing him, but the idea of dating wasn't something he himself was too keen on. If anything, he would try to make that known at some point. Aside from a name, Shixun knew nothing about the other person which is why the moment he catches a male approaching, he's tempted to say something to make sure it was him. Those thoughts were quickly confirmed with the next words spoken, extending his own hand.

When the girl walks into the bathroom with a particular air of confidence while humming a sweet tune, he briefly wonders if he may have, possibly, entered the wrong bathroom himself. One quick look at the urinals proves him wrong, but he is still too shocked to do anything but gawk. He raises a brow and wonders if she knowingly walked into the wrong bathroom but says nothing. Instead, he finishes washing his hands in silence - because what is he to say? He doesn’t know what to do in this sort of situation, and the girl is probably lucky no one else is in the bathroom to point out her possible mistake. He reaches over to the paper towels to dry his hands off as the girl looks up. He gives her a small, unsure smile, wondering how the girl will react if she did, in fact, enter the wrong bathroom.

Rose was following the rabbit once more. She had to use the restroom in a hast and had inquired to the creature if it could find one for her because she was never good with directions unless she was following someone. The young female was also very naive and gullible, trusting people (or things) with her entire being and never doubting where they led her.

So when she looked up and saw the male in front of her instead of what she expected to be a female, her cheeks flushed a deep red tint, her plush lips falling open in embarrassment to explain herself but not even knowing how to begin. 

nettle: is there anything you do when you feel guilty?

He pouts, brows furrowing as he shoots her a mock hurt look and covers his heart jokingly with his hand. “Ouch,” he says, giving a defeated sigh, “Using me for my bed, huh? Is that how this goes? Unfair.” He shakes his head, crossing his arms like a stubborn child. “If you’re gonna steal my bed, you’re gonna have to ask more politely than that. And promise not to make fun of my ugly sheets.”

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