Post by Mumble on Oct 29, 2020 12:23:15 GMT -5
Christmas Village - Ice Skating Rink - Last Semester
When Mumble was getting ready for a big dance performance, something in front of a lot of people, he didn't really get stage fright but he got a sort of buzz, an energy that rattled around in his brain, skittering up and down his spine in anticipation. That was sort of how he felt at the moment, even though he was only putting on a show for one person, and it wasn't even much of a show, although he had rehearsed it in his head a hundred times at least.
He was acutely aware of the weight of the little box in his coat pocket, which was zipped up to make sure said box wouldn't fall out onto the ice as he laced his skates up and stepped out onto the smooth surface. He had reserved the rink for an hour (it turned out being faculty at the school had some decent perks), and Andy was supposed to be arriving within a few minutes, so he just needed to stay warm until she got there. He had his plan all worked out...the ring in his pocket, the little hot chocolate stand nearby...they would skate to a romantic song, and then he would suggest they go to get hot chocolate. This all relied, of course, on Andy wanting hot chocolate and agreeing to go get it, but he was pretty sure that wouldn't be a hard sell, and he could work up a plan B pretty easily even if she flat out refused the hot chocolate.
It wasn't a complicated plan. He was good at ice skating (like he was most forms of dance), and he was pretty confident in his ability to keep Andy on her skates as well even if she needed him to hold her hand for the whole romantic song he had planned. They just had to make it through the one song, and then they could go sit down at the hot chocolate table and...oh, god, he had to remember his speech. Still skating absent-mindedly in circles, he dug into his other pocket (the one without the ring), and pulled out the little notecard there, making sure he remembered the key points. He wasn't trying to make it sound like rehearsed lines, but he did have several main beats he wanted to make sure he touched upon, and he ran through them once more in his head as he waited for Andy to arrive.
When Mumble was getting ready for a big dance performance, something in front of a lot of people, he didn't really get stage fright but he got a sort of buzz, an energy that rattled around in his brain, skittering up and down his spine in anticipation. That was sort of how he felt at the moment, even though he was only putting on a show for one person, and it wasn't even much of a show, although he had rehearsed it in his head a hundred times at least.
He was acutely aware of the weight of the little box in his coat pocket, which was zipped up to make sure said box wouldn't fall out onto the ice as he laced his skates up and stepped out onto the smooth surface. He had reserved the rink for an hour (it turned out being faculty at the school had some decent perks), and Andy was supposed to be arriving within a few minutes, so he just needed to stay warm until she got there. He had his plan all worked out...the ring in his pocket, the little hot chocolate stand nearby...they would skate to a romantic song, and then he would suggest they go to get hot chocolate. This all relied, of course, on Andy wanting hot chocolate and agreeing to go get it, but he was pretty sure that wouldn't be a hard sell, and he could work up a plan B pretty easily even if she flat out refused the hot chocolate.
It wasn't a complicated plan. He was good at ice skating (like he was most forms of dance), and he was pretty confident in his ability to keep Andy on her skates as well even if she needed him to hold her hand for the whole romantic song he had planned. They just had to make it through the one song, and then they could go sit down at the hot chocolate table and...oh, god, he had to remember his speech. Still skating absent-mindedly in circles, he dug into his other pocket (the one without the ring), and pulled out the little notecard there, making sure he remembered the key points. He wasn't trying to make it sound like rehearsed lines, but he did have several main beats he wanted to make sure he touched upon, and he ran through them once more in his head as he waited for Andy to arrive.