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When; Saturday Evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Menolly

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Summary; Myrnin awkwardly asked Menolly to dinner. She said yes.
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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.

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There was a flurry of chirping and squeaking from behind the door before Menolly opened it, her attention behind him for a moment as she told the lizard fair to stop being so noisy. That done, she turned back to the door, a hand moving to brush some loose hair back behind her ear as she smiled at Myrnin, then stepped back to invite him in.

"Sorry, I'm almost ready. I just need to get my boots on."

"No hurry," Myrnin assured her as he stepped over the threshold into the room. He nodded a brief greeting of sorts to Beauty as he didn't really 'know' the other fire lizards then proceeded to walk around and snoop--for lack of a better word. He wasn't touching anything but he was examining everything closely. In fact, in order to be on his best behavior he had his hands knitted behind his back, one hand holding the cane and tapping it on the back of his calf.

Beauty chirred at Myrnin, eyes a placid blue even though the bronze nearest him hissed softly when he looked too closely. Menolly didn't even look up from where she was pulling her on her boots to say, "stop it, Rocky. He's a guest and you will behave." The dragonet in question huffed almost as a scolded child would before he glided across the room to join a rather fat brown dragonet.

"I'm sorry. He's one of my most protective boys. They won't be joining us tonight."

At least he'd made some points with Beauty? She wasn't hissing at him. That counted for points with Myrnin. He chuckled at the hissing dragonet and the scolding it got for it's trouble.

"Quite alright. One must protect those they are charged with."

Menolly reached out to stroke the side of one of the nearest, a blue, before she chuckled and moved to get her cloak, her usually deft fingers slow to fasten the clasp holding it together.

"They seem to think so."

She turned and glanced at him, then grinned.

"... bunny slippers? I had no idea I merited so high."

He beamed at her when she noticed the bunny slippers then looked down and wiggled his toes. "I wasn't certain they were a good idea. Now of course I realize they were brilliant."

He offered his arm to her. "You look lovely I must say."

She took his arm as if such a gesture wasn't something she was unaccustomed to, her cheeks a little pink at the compliment. Chuckling, she reached up to push her hair back yet again, murmuring a soft, "I'm glad you approve. It's a new outfit I had made for me. It's... similar to my Harper leathers, but cut a bit more feminine."

There are ways in which Myrnin was very old fashioned. This was one of them. He led her out of the apartment, nodding at the information about her outfit. "Feminine works quite well on you. I can't imagine that masculine would."

It was her mouth, much to feminine to ever be thought of as a boy but for once, Myrnin made a wise choice and kept that opinion to himself.

"Well, there hasn't ever been a female Harper so I've been stuck with more masculine things until... well, right before I came back here. It's honestly easier sometimes."

She would've blushed if he said anything along those lines.

"The masculine?" Myrnin asked as they walked, her hand tucked in his arm. He fiddled with the cane he obviously didn't need as they walked, sometimes twirling it, sometimes tapping it on the sidewalk.

"I suppose it would be. Depending on your idea of masculine."

He wasn't sure he qualified to speak on it. After all he liked ruffles, velvet, silk and fanged bunny slippers.

Points for Myrnin for not speaking his mind then. He may have started keeping an internal scoreboard for everything he did that he considered good behavior since Dawn started giving him points and since she chided him and lectured him over his behavior in regards to her sister being back.

"It makes it easier for people to see me for what I'm working to be," she murmured, smiling at someone passing them by. It felt odd, being out with someone like this, but she found herself enjoying it a good deal.

"I'll show you my leathers sometimes as long as you don't laugh."

"Like a uniform," Myrnin commented, nodding slightly at the passer-by. It was odd for him to be out with someone as well. Mostly because in large part, Myrnin was a hermit. He got entirely involved in his work and forgot there was an outside world. However, the excursion with Menolly made him consider going out more often.

"Cherie I hardly think I have room to laugh, considering my usual attire."

"Precicely. It's something instantly recognizable to the masses and something warm on dragonback, as well as duable while riding."

It sounded like a rote answer, spoken straight from a book, but with Menolly's memory, it wasn't all that unusual. She was like him in so many ways, as easily lost in her own musical projects and writing and that tendency had grown worse since Artemis' departure.

"All perfectly good reasons for wearing something," Myrnin nodded. It did sound as if it had come straight out of a hand book. That didn't make it any less true. Perhaps they'd be beneficial to each other, pulling one another out of their work.

"Of course."

Menolly fell silent after that, still very much the awkward teenager sometimes. She hadn't spent a lot of time dealing with the public since her death, other than to try for the musical and curse related things, but she was making an effort.

Well, Myrnin was the awkward ancient vampire so at least they were a pair...or something.

"What do you enjoy doing besides music and collecting small dragons?"

He's trying to make appropriate conversation.

She chuckled softly and glanced up at the night sky.

"I've grown to love reading once I learned how. You?"

"I only play music and collect small dragons."

He said it very dead pan but he had a teasing grin on his face.

"I am attempting to build a computer that will tune into the frequency portals are created on and create them. I also read a great deal. I like Chaucer, Byron and Wilde. What do you read?"

She snorted a very unlady like sound and lightly elbowed him but there was a hint of a smile on her face.

"Pretty much everything I can get my hands on, honestly. Women back on Pern were only allowed such basic things. Reading well wasn't one of them in smaller Holds. Once I was able to learn how, I started reading everything I could."

The snort and the elbowing made Myrnin chuckle. He honestly could care less about ladylike. He preferred the more relaxed and unconventional way that women in general acted in the twenty first century in his world.

"How very seventeenth century of them. I'll have to show you my library. I've got quite an extensive one. You'd be most welcome to come read anytime you like, provided you let me know a bit a head of time."

He'd hate to attack Menolly on one of his crazier days. She's safer than Dawn since she's dead and he's got no particular urge to drain her but depending on how crazy he is on a given day, he might attack without discrimination.

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