Say We (Mordred)

[Aiden Mumble]

(Welcome to a crack thread where Mordred and Aiden can actually Tru to go on a date cuz I’m a soft emo baby, thx)

This was one hundred percent, definitely not a date. They were just getting food. They ate food together all the time. Of course, they usually didn’t go out to places to do that. Usually they sat in their living room and watched Tv. She was calling all this up Mordred getting bored with take out. She was kind of bored with it too. They were allowed to go out and eat, it’s not that big of a deal. This was not a date. Which is the exact reason why Aiden was standing outside of an extremely expensive looking restaurant wearing jeans, her only band T-shirt without holes in it, and a dumb look on her face.

This is definitely where Mordred had meant for them to meet up after their respective classes. She was certain for the address. She stared at the stupid fancy sign, the annoying looking lady behind the reservations desk, the concieted looking people eating their tiny meals through the windows. This was not a date. Mordred just really liked to throw his money around. Honestly, if she had to guess, he was probably using her to wingman him off on some dumb rich blonde. If that was the case she really wished he would have told her. She would have been annoyed, but she was always in for a good ruse. It also would have been awful fun to dress up and carefully ruin the whole thing just to spite him a little. Oh how she just adored the face he made when he didn’t get his way. Wait, no, she just...not adored...just, it was funny ok?!

This was not funny. She didn’t care much what people thought. She’d dined in her fair share of fancy restaurants. Her parents were superstars, after all, so rolling in terribly underdressed was only going to gain her some rather amusing stares, what was not funny was the ever growing possibility that this was a date. Guin, she hoped this wasn’t a date. Stuffing her hands in her pockets she wandered over near the reservations desk and waited. She wasn’t sure if it was under his name or if he’d made a reservation at all. The lady behind the desk eyed her suspiciously. Lord she hoped this was going to be an elaborate prank and they’d trash the place or something.

[Mordred Le Fey]

This was, one hundred percent, a date.

Mordred still couldn't actually believe she had said yes when he asked if she wanted to go to dinner with him... although it hadn't crossed his mind that she hadn't realised he meant a date. Mordred didn't usually have that problem, if he asked a girl out for dinner she knew it was a date. And she knew if she plated the night right she was going to get laid.

But then, Mordred didn't usually ask girls he lived with on dates. He didn't usually ask girls he considered friends on dates. Come to think of it, he didn't really know any girls he'd consider friends, other than Aiden. And Aiden was an anomaly, in so many ways.

As he made his way to the restaurant he started to worry a little... he had been clear that this was a date, hadn't he? She was heading into this with the same understanding and expectations he was, surely... of course she was. He was being ridiculous to doubt himself. He'd never doubted himself before, he wasn't going to start now - he knew he was the master of dating. Relationships not so much, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. If he came to it. He kind of hoped he came to it...

He needed to change his clothes, as he hadn't wanted to field the sorts of questions that would have come from him wearing his suit to class, so as he left the building he ducked around the corner, muttered a few words and ran his hand over himself briefly. His jeans and shirt changed into a slim-cut grey suit, complete with red carnation in the button hole. He glanced at his reflection in a nearby window, fixed a few wayward strands of hair, and smirked - good God he was attractive. The jeans and t-shirt would have turned most girls' knees to jelly but this look would have them collapsing at his feet in the street for sure.

He checked his watch - he was cutting it fine - and quickly made his way into town, conjuring a single, perfect red rose into his hand as he went. As he reached the restaurant he glanced inside, and felt an odd flutter in his chest as he saw Aiden waiting near the hostess. Pushing the thoughts that came with the flutter away, he smiled and entered the restaurant, heading straight over to Aiden and offering her the rose.

"M'lady", he smiled and offered a small mock bow as he handed her the bloom. "A rose for the pretty la..." He stopped and glanced down over her outfit. "Erm, do you need somewhere to change? Excuse me..." He called to the hostess who immediately put down the phone she was talking into mid-sentence, and appeared at Mordred's side. He discreetly passed her a significant wad of cash as he spoke. "My companion needs somewhere private to change."

As the hostess took the money with a small smile she inclined her head and gestured towards Aiden. "Of course, please come this way Ma'am."

[Aiden Mumble]

Aiden noticed things. She was the type of person that couldn’t help, but analyze situations to the point of agony in order to figure them out. She watched people’s eye movements, studied their breathing. She was so careful to hide herself away from the world that she looked for cracks in other people’s facade like a fly to honey. This compulsive nature of hers was particularly frustrating when the facts were all blankly obvious and leading her to a conclusion she did not want to land upon. Upon seeing Mordred several things were particularly obvious and frustrating.

One, he was dressed in a suit. A well fitted suit. He looked good. Annoyingly good. So good Aiden felt her stomach twist a bit as he smiled at her and headed her way until...two, he was carrying a rose. He was carrying a rose and looking at her like it wasn’t meant for someone else, like he hadn’t brought it along just in case he got to charm some pretty heiress while thy were there. Three, he called her pretty. Not sexy or hot or anything lewd or overtly sexual like they often did when they “joked” with each other. He offered her the rose and said the word ‘pretty.’ He thought she was pretty? He thought she was pretty and he was all dressed up and he was giving her a rose...did he say “m’lady?”

Aiden stared at him, lips parted in shock and confusion, frozen all the way until the lady he paid off began to usher her toward a place to change.

“What the…” she whispered, moving a few steps before she could come back to her senses.

“Wait...what the fuck?” She said, ignoring a few pointed looks from snooty diners.

“Why would I change? Why are you dressed like that? Why are we here? Is that a rose? Did you just call me m’lady!?” It all tumbled out faster than she had intended. Either this was some elaborate prank or Mordred thought they were on a date. Oh gods. He’d asked her on a date. He asked her on a date and she said yes. Aiden didn’t do dates. People don’t date Aiden. She has one night stands that she picks up in bars. Mordred has one night stands that he picks up in places like this...and bars. She felt dizzy. Like the reality of the situation had been tapping her on the shoulder this whole time and as soon as she turned around to face it, it punched it directly in the face. She wanted to be horrified. She was...sort of, yet she found herself biting at her lower lip, trying to disguise a smile as irritation. He wanted to date her? Embarrassing.