Christmas Cake Quest

[X] Ask for help.

 

You sheepishly ask for help with finding some things and maybe an opinion. The sales associate smiles at you and says, "Call me Matt. I'll help you out.", before leading on through the department. She... or he? It's actually hard to tell in that awful baggy shirt that you'd expect to see in an electronics store. Taller than you by a bit, but narrow shouldered, short boring hair, but small delicate features, indeterminate voice, you go on the entire time you're walking and are still unable to come to a conclusion.

You both look at a few things together. Looking closer he's pretty young looking too, probably a seasonal worker. You decide it must be a guy. Matt's a guys name. But what about Matilda? How is Matt spelled? Shit, he's talking. What did he say?

What do you say?
[] Ask him to repeat.
[] Ask him if he's a guy.
[] Nod along.

 

Wow what a face

☑ Ask him to repeat.

 

[X] Ask him if he's a guy.

 

[x] Is you a dude?

 

[X] Ask him to repeat.

 

You narrow your eyes, swallow, and (sheepishly) ask him to repeat himself. He smiles and asks if he said something wrong. No, you just didn't hear. You smile (awkwardly) back. He says that the dress you're looking at is too long for you and you'd have to get it tailored. Um... How does he know that? He looks away from you a bit. He's going to "fashion school", the fuck is that? It's a place where you learn how to make clothes. Doesn't that happen in Chinese child labor factories? Well, production does but there's design. Haven't you heard of designers? No. Is that a problem? No. What was he talking about? Your size. You're kinda short and narrow for the thing you picked up. Oh yeah. It's also a good color at least.

You look down at the dress and back up to Matt. Are you a boy or a girl? Why did you say that (stupid)? Maybe you can still throw this in his face and run (stupid)? Oh god, he just said something didn't he (stupid)? Can you repeat that? He stares at you. You start to sweat. Still staring. You are sweating profusely. Still staring. You cringe in anticipation. He hand is on his face. You close your eyes. He's sighing.

Yeah. He's a guy. You tell him he's a very pretty man. He thanks you. You ask if you should leave. He nods. He looks very embarrassed.

You should...
[] Leave and go home.
[] Stay and try to make it right.

 

[x]Stay and try to make it right XD

 

☑ Ask him what he's doing after work.

 

Stay and try to make it right, since a lot of girls don't seem to do that.

 

☑ Ask him what he's doing after work.

 

You close your eyes too long to call it a blink and too short to call it any kind of mental repose. But it's long enough for you to come to a conclusion. You see him, he's still red in the face. You put down the dress and walk up to him. Uncomfortably up to him. He gets a little redder. You apologize. Redder. You grab him by the hand. Beet red. How old is he? Addendum: How old do you want him to be? Addendum Part 2: How bad does how old you want him to be make you look?

You shake his hand awkwardly for a few seconds before he manages to vocalize anything. He asks why? It's because you're awkward. Really awkward. Like, "This is why we can't go places", level awkward. Usually, it's just that you can't talk because you think too much but other times your thoughts slip out and you ramble along like you're doing now and you hope to god someone else will stop you and pretend you didn't say anything because you both know that there's no good in talking a-- He gets it. He's actually laughing a bit right now. You let go of his hand, realizing this is the first time you've held hands with a guy.

You ask him if there's anything you can do to make it up to him, like now, later, whenever.

He asks your name.

You say...

 

Mystique

 

giorno giovanna

 

I'm Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg of Dalmasca.

 

Jiku.

 

^

 

Khvida

 

"Whatever you want it to be"

 

Khvida