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Who: Pit and Rune Calstead
Where: starting at Pisces
Summary: ~DATE TIEMS~
Warnings: Probably awkwardness.

There is one smooth angel making his way to a certain door in the Pisces apartment complex. He's wearing a nice pair of brown dress shoes, pristinely ironed khaki pants and beige shirt, tucked in neatly, and serving as the backdrop for a brown tie that has no business being tied so well by a (theoretical) 13-year-old.

He is also carrying a bouquet of flowers. And candy.

And he is wearing cologne. Has the narration mentioned, he also combed and brushed his hair?

This is what happens when you leave your angel to go through puberty alone, Lady Palutena. He overdoes it by a mile.

Still, as confident as he may have seem walking into the complex, he grows more and more nervous by the minute, until he finds himself hesitating as he stands outside of Rune's door. This is going to go okay, right? He hasn't...overdressed, has he?

Closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath, he knocks.

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"But I need a towel!" he says, jogging over to the rest room.

You don't want this to become a ~wet t-shirt contest~ after all.

Rune didn't even turn around, grabbing a towel off the rack and flinging it back to him before closing the door behind her.

"...thanks."

Anyway, he returns to the kitchen, thoroughly rinsing out that nasty hair grease that he thought was a good idea at the time. Once he's through, he rapidly rubs the towel against his hair until it's dry, and somehow back to its iconic Brawl-design glory.

Rune came out a moment later, letting out a faint sigh as she went over to the kitchen, peering in at him. A small smile worked its way onto her face at the sight of him toweling off.

"...that's better," she said softly.

Pit's cheeks do flush a little red, but at least he's smiling back. "You look nice, too."

Rune blushed a bit herself, folding her hands behind her back.

"Um... a girl I know suggested a good restaurant... let's go there first, okay?"

"Okay! What kind of restaurant is it?"

Teenage boy. Food. You know how it goes.

"Um... she said it was a maid and butler restaurant," she replied. Honestly, she... really has no idea what that entails, but it sounds fun.

wat

"...sounds a bit weird, but as long as the food is good..."

He offers his arm. "Shall we~" he asks in a pseudo-suave voice.

Rune let out a laugh, rolling her eyes though she wasn't annoyed by his attempt at being classy. She hurried over, slipping her arm around his and letting him escort her... even though she needed to give him directions to the place.

Pit spent 50% of Uprising on rails he's used to being the Man of Action while being given directions.

And anyway: "So...where is this place?" he asks once they've stepped outside the building.

(...he really, really hopes Dark Pit wasn't around to see any of this while he was inside.)

Rune told him, giving him the directions she had gotten off of Minako. "I haven't been there before, but she promised we'd get good service if we came on a night she was working..."

"Oh, so she's working tonight? It's always nice to have connections," he says, headed in the direction she told him. "Is she a friend of yours?"

"Actually, I'm not sure if she's working or not, but it's still worth a shot, right?" she asked, peering around anxiously. They should be coming up on it soon, right...?

"Is that it?" he asks once they've turned around the corner.

Rune glanced up, eyes lighting up at bit as she recognized the name of the place.

"Yes, that's it!"

"Hmm. Looks fancy. Maybe you shoulda let me take my tie after all."

...he did spend a long time choosing which tie to buy ok D:

"No way," Rune replied stubbornly, starting to tug him toward the place. "Besides, you were making my nervous that dressed up."

"Sorry!" he says, letting himself be tugged. "I guess that's what Dark Pit meant by smothering people..."

Actually no he meant your cologne totally.

"...Dark Pit...?"

Hey, Pit, guess who's looking at you like you're crazy.

"He's my clone." Pause. "...I should probably tell you about him over dinner."

"...somehow, that's not the craziest explanation you could have given me," she muttered, wrapping her arm around his a little tighter as they entered.

"What, thought he'd be the little voice in my head?" he says in a low voice. Doesn't want the host to think he's nuts.

...besides that the host is kind of staring at his wings but whatever.

"Honestly that wouldn't have shocked me much either; I was half expecting him to be an imaginary friend," she replied, an obvious teasing tone in her voice.

"I could come up with better imaginary friends than Pittoo," he mutters as the host waves them forward.