ledbythewind | [Action, early evening of the 11th]

[A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, Richard made a certain offer to Asbel because his best friend is apparently incapable of going after the woman who likes him (aka Cheria) without outside intervention. He's already pulled some intervention in the form of mistletoe shenanigans, but since then, there's been absolutely no progress on that front and it's nearly Valentine's Day.

So Richard has decided to take matters into his own hands. As a king, he's had more than enough lessons in manners and the proper methods of courting ladies, meaning that he is going to make sure that Asbel knows how to treat a woman right, and what better way to do so than by having Asbel take him out for an evening the way he (hopefully) will with Cheria later? Of course, there's only one flaw in this plan, which is figuring out how to make Asbel forget that he's with Richard, his decidedly male best friend, and act like he would if he were going out with an actual woman. BUT HE HAS A PLAN. And said plan involves a purple dress, a bit of makeup, some jewelry, and his hair swept up into a slightly messy updo.

There, perfect. Now, to execute the plan...

Feel free to gawk at the lovely lady who is heading to Seventh Heaven to meet Asbel! Or just stare in horror because RICHARD IS THAT YOU.]

(OOC: Will probably be a bit slow with tags because I'm still sick, but this needed to be done before the event! And I am getting to the stuff in my inbox. :|b)

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[And this is Leo, emerging from the library with more books. Remember how he tends to have piles of books taller than himself? This is one of those times.

Isn't it amazing how a pile of books can totter so much? ...towards his general direction?]

[That pile of books is looking very precarious indeed, so Richard will be stepping around it and moving closer just in case he needs to catch it before it... oh, it's Leo. Somehow he is not surprised.]

Replenishing your stockpile already, Leo?

[This happens no matter how batshit he is, Richard. Think of it as a saving grace.

He peers through his books (or attempts to, they totter and shift) as he speaks.]

I ran ou--

[--t.

eh.]

[eh]

I would offer to give you a hand, but I'm afraid I have somewhere I need to be shortly. Surely you'll understand if I decline this time.

...a costume party?

No, a date with a friend of mine.

Do they insist on costumes?

Not at all. This part was entirely my idea.

How very strange! Why?

What better way to help teach someone how to court a woman than with a hands-on lesson?

But you aren't a woman, Richard. Don't those usually need actual women?

[It's a good thing Elliot would never get something like-- this.]

You don't think I look convincing enough?

[Oh my, how to answer something like this...]

It's not very conventional.

Perhaps not, but this place doesn't exactly lend itself to conventionality.

Does it? But, how do I put this...wouldn't it have been easier with an actual woman?

And subject an actual woman to Asbel's lack of knowledge? Even I'm not that cruel.

[He shrugs, an easy smile playing on his lips.]

Do you think that no one would volunteer?

No, I'm afraid that they would.

Ah, so Asbel really is that bad with women? That's a surprise.

It is? I didn't realize you knew him that well.

In passing. How do I put this...

[Hmm.]

We met under less than ideal circumstances.

I hope it didn't involve any sort of experiment. Those sorts of meetings rarely tend to go well.

Oh no. It involved a draft.

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