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When; Saturday Evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Menolly![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sings4dragons and Myrnin trapdoor_spider
Summary; Myrnin awkwardly asked Menolly to dinner. She said yes.
Log;
Myrnin had hoped this wouldn't be awkward. He wasn't counting on it though, through no fault of Menolly's. At least he was having a good day as far as his crazy went. He waited until sunset to go retrieve Menolly. He assumed that not catching on fire and turning up with third degree burns for one's dinner appointment was still proper etiquette. No one enjoyed the smell of charred flesh and burnt hair after all. It would certainly, most likely, put Menolly off her dinner.
He'd actually taken great care with his clothing that evening, considered and discarded the riding pants since he wouldn't actually be riding a horse--in fact he hadn't ridden---that was beside the point. Riding pants were tossed into a corner with a great deal of scowling. He'd also considered and discarded a pair of velvet pajama pants that were a pair of his favorites. When choosing his clothes, he considered Dawn's reaction and tried to build his attire around that. He ended up with a pair of dark grey pin stripe pants, a white on white pin striped shirt with french cuffs and his very favorite black frock coat. He did indeed go with the bunny slippers. Dawn liked the bunny slippers. Obviously Menolly would too. He picked up his silver headed cane and whistled on his way to Menolly's home. When he arrived, he tucked the cane beneath one arm and rapped carefully on the door.
Rating; PG
Characters; Menolly
sings4dragons and Myrnin trapdoor_spiderSummary; Myrnin awkwardly asked Menolly to dinner. She said yes.
Log;
Myrnin had hoped this wouldn't be awkward. He wasn't counting on it though, through no fault of Menolly's. At least he was having a good day as far as his crazy went. He waited until sunset to go retrieve Menolly. He assumed that not catching on fire and turning up with third degree burns for one's dinner appointment was still proper etiquette. No one enjoyed the smell of charred flesh and burnt hair after all. It would certainly, most likely, put Menolly off her dinner.
He'd actually taken great care with his clothing that evening, considered and discarded the riding pants since he wouldn't actually be riding a horse--in fact he hadn't ridden---that was beside the point. Riding pants were tossed into a corner with a great deal of scowling. He'd also considered and discarded a pair of velvet pajama pants that were a pair of his favorites. When choosing his clothes, he considered Dawn's reaction and tried to build his attire around that. He ended up with a pair of dark grey pin stripe pants, a white on white pin striped shirt with french cuffs and his very favorite black frock coat. He did indeed go with the bunny slippers. Dawn liked the bunny slippers. Obviously Menolly would too. He picked up his silver headed cane and whistled on his way to Menolly's home. When he arrived, he tucked the cane beneath one arm and rapped carefully on the door.