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Date: Sometime mid-October
Status: Private - Shadow, Bast. Complete.
Setting: Outside Bast's room, then hallway, then... somewhere else
Summary: Bast and Shadow go shopping. (to be continued in Outside Omens after a bit)
Shadow was nervous.
This was sort-of ridiculous; after all, it was a shopping trip. The worse thing that could happen was that he would make the wrong comment about a skirt or something and she would get annoyed with him. Although he imagined Bast had enough self esteem not to care very much if he tripped over himself trying to tell her that no, that dress did not make her butt look too big.
Still, it was somewhat anxiously that he knocked on her door. They’d set the date a while ago, after some wavering on Shadow’s part about being busy with the bar and such. Which was stupid, but there it was.
He fidgeted with his hands, stopping himself from going for a coin in his pocket. He wished suddenly that he had something to give her. But that was silly- it wasn’t like this was a date, or anything, right? After all it had been his idea, shouldn’t he know what was going on?
Status: Private - Shadow, Bast. Complete.
Setting: Outside Bast's room, then hallway, then... somewhere else
Summary: Bast and Shadow go shopping. (to be continued in Outside Omens after a bit)
Shadow was nervous.
This was sort-of ridiculous; after all, it was a shopping trip. The worse thing that could happen was that he would make the wrong comment about a skirt or something and she would get annoyed with him. Although he imagined Bast had enough self esteem not to care very much if he tripped over himself trying to tell her that no, that dress did not make her butt look too big.
Still, it was somewhat anxiously that he knocked on her door. They’d set the date a while ago, after some wavering on Shadow’s part about being busy with the bar and such. Which was stupid, but there it was.
He fidgeted with his hands, stopping himself from going for a coin in his pocket. He wished suddenly that he had something to give her. But that was silly- it wasn’t like this was a date, or anything, right? After all it had been his idea, shouldn’t he know what was going on?
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Date: 2007-03-23 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-25 05:47 pm (UTC)