blind date time

[sandinmyboots]

Wow, Kefka was not expecting to be pulled into a blind date thing. He's thirty-five, he's going to die in a year, who thinks this is a good idea? This is an awful idea. But the food looks decent, and his date should be here soon.

His date better be here soon.

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HE'S MAGIC LIKE THAT?

[givesherflower]

She wishes she could go back. There's a long to-do list waiting for her back on the Ptolemaios. But she doesn't want to be rude. That awkward moment when you want to agree and say "yes, please, let's end this now" but don't want to offend the other person further.

"I won't. I'm sor--"

--Hang on. Those nails. She's never seen a man with painted nails before. Never seen a man with nails that long before either. Sorry man, she's staring at dem nails now.

[sandinmyboots]

"If you're sorry, then you can just say you want to go. I don't care."

He pauses as he notices her stare, then follows it to his hands. He hasn't fought for a while, so he's let his nails grow out.

Kefka flexes his hand, showing off his nails.

"Like them?"

[givesherflower]

"I've never seen nails that long before. They're so colorful."

Even as she continued looking at his nails she thought over what he had said: you can just say you want to go. Welp. Social conventions are for those who learned them. Unfortunately, Feldt didn't learn too many growing up with computers as her best friends.

"I do have a lot of work to do...."

[sandinmyboots]

"I thought the Earth women enjoyed decorating themselves like this!" He rubs his thumb over his nails. "I find it quite fun."

Hopefully the door isn't locked until dinner is over. That would be terrible.

[givesherflower]

"Some do, I don't." She holds out both her hands to show her nails. No paint, no falsies, just neatly-trimmed, bare nails.

That... would be quite terrible, actually.