The OC Above Asks Your OC Out!

mom said it’s my turn to throw an old, happily married woman into the mix.

please stick to platonic responses!! Walker is just someone who needs friends; don’t turn her into a creep- ;-;

it is time for Walker to gain a friend through a follow-up- >:(

"Ch'yeah? You're asking for a date?" Chad beamed. "Sure, brah! Sounds like total fun! What do you wanna do? We could grab some food and watch a movie, ch'yeah? Maybe some Italian? I could totally go for some pasta right now. Ooh! I heard there was, like, a meteor shower tonight, we could do that too? Or maybe instead of a movie? Dinner under the stars? Oh bro, that sounds so rad! I hope you don't mind me taking a bunch of pictures and videos throughout it?"

"I... can't really tell if this is out of pity or not, after I've sobbed to you..." She trailed off, thinking back. "Ah, two times now? I don't remember. Either way..."

Hala bit her tongue. Sure, the second time she bawled her eyes out was because he showed her a cute dog, but even then, it seemed pathetic to her. Just in general, she was pretty damn pathetic.

"Honestly, though, I haven't been on an actual date in such a long time." she told him, "So, it's... it's tempting, I suppose, and I could use the break, anyway. I don't think my husband would--" She stopped, suddenly frowning and glancing over her shoulder. Yeah, she wasn't sure if her spouse would lose his shit over her going out with another, despite himself not being the most loyal. A part of her wanted to spite him, but...

"I think we'll need an escort." she sighed, "Ah, I-- I have a few friends who live in the city, if you'd like me to see if any of them would like to come, unless you know anyone who would, too." She rubbed at the back of her neck anxiously, keeping her eyes shifted away from Chad. Oh, Chad. The Chad Bradshaw versus The Virgin Alkaev. "I mean, don't take this as me being uneasy, of course -- I would love to go with you. It's just -- you know how it is, don't you? Sure, things like this aren't, um... Uncommon in..."

Nevermind that.

With another, slower exhale, she smiled weakly and asked, "What did you have in mind? After, if you'd like, I can take you to the woods or the meadow. You, me, and Lure."

She can feed Chad a squirrel.

maybe i will follow-up ?

"Uuh.. Huh?..." Marcos raised his eyebrows in suprise and his face flushed slightly. He was a little caught of by that. Not the being asked out part, which actually happens now and again. No, the part where he's being asked out by a space prince. A pretty cute one too... Accepting might be worth it. "You sure 'bout that, Bun?" Marcos expression relaxed to a neutral, but rather tired one. His hands were in his pockets and he stood in a slouched position. "I feel like someone so important like you would only waste his time on me... And how would you know that I'm not just using you for your fortune because I ate a bar of butter as dinner for the last three days." That moment when you're suspicious of yourself. Marco scratched his neck and looked to the side. "And besides... You might be a little old for me... Like, I know I look way older when I haven't slept a lot, but... Y'know..." That probably should've been a first factor. "I guess that should've been the first factor..."

(Sorry if this is a bit sloppy my brain meat is tired)

(It's late follow-up time because them 🥺)

(im sorry i just had to sobs)

En immediately started choking.
He hadn't even been eating anything, but his gasp was so sharp that his throat closed out of panic, and now the ex-prince was clawing at his neck and trying to remember to breath.
Regaining his breath and wheezing, En tossed Marco a wide-eyed stare similar to a doe in the headlights. A date?! He'd been asked out on a date?! Like... a relationship kind of date?! He could quite literally feel his brain breaking at this very moment, with countless thoughts buzzing in his head. Was this real? Did he mean that? Did he mean a date date, or was this a friend date? What kind of date would they have? Should he buy flowers?!
"Y-Yes," he heard himself say, interrupting his thoughts. Catching up with his mouth, En nodded dumbly. "I-I'd like that. Very much. Yeah... Yeah, I'd love to!"
He smiled nervously.
And died.
Not literally, but in a fangirl sense.

(Oop, there's quite a age difference. Let me know is this is not okay)

Well, this was awkward, he thought, looking at the kid.
Now, to be perfectly honest the lad wasn’t really a kid, he most likely was a grown adult already, but there was still some baby fat left in his cheeks and the eyes were way too bright to belong to someone who’d seen much of the world. Nilas, on the other hand, was old enough to be the lad’s father, which was why he felt awkward. It wouldn’t be unheard of young people to be interested in the older folk, but it was odd to think anyone would be interested in him.

“I’m flattered, but…”
But then it hits him. The lad probably didn’t mean a date of romantic kind. He far more likely just wanted to go out on a friendly stroll or maybe have a pint and ask about romantic things. About ladies or lads or something like that.
Nilas scoffed to his own stupidity but smiled at the lad, pretending not to feel too embarrassed about his train of thought.
“Oops, you didn’t mean…? Hm, yes. My bad. Very much, my bad. Ah, but sure. Out sounds good. What did you have in mind?”

((Late reply, but reply anyway!))

Nilas knew he probably shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t.
But he couldn’t deny that the owner of the shop across from his little bar was very lovely. Quiet and confident. He liked that. It had taken weeks to actually muster up some courage to ask if he'd like to have a cup of coffee with him. Or maybe a drink.

It seemed to be a very hard question.
Nilas resisted urge to swallow when Mr. Klingspol just stared blankly back at him. He swore he was so nervous he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.
The same heart that sunk when he thought Nilas was there for business.
“I - uh - I know”, the redhead struggled to find the words. “But I’m not here for that. I… I was wondering if you’d like to go for a cup of coffee. With me. Just me and you. A date uh, no business.”

This time Mr. Klingspol understood, and to Nilas’s disappointment ,basically ran away. Ooh, that hurt.
Nilas sighed, defeated and was already leaving, when the sticky note was glued on the window.

Wait? So Mr. Klingspol wasn’t utterly shocked by the idea? Yes! He most certainly would pick him after the hours!

Corot loomed over the human before him, a piercing glint in his little eyes -- but it was a glint of curiosity. "...Come again?" he leaned forward slightly. "You would ... ask me on a date? Me?" this man was sharp-dressed, definitely a professional type. 

Corot was neither sharp dressed nor professional. He was also an extradimensional entity, and that would be sure to make things difficult. He tapped his long skeletal fingers together nervously. 

"You flatter me, good sir. You are too kind. But I must decline. You ... you are mortal, and I ... well, I'm not so much!" Corot chuckled, but it was little comfort coming from a 13 foot tall space monster. "I'm sure you understand. 

Is there anything else you need?"

"Oh?" It certainly wasn't what he had expected to hear from such an unusual entity. Caelestis observed the one looming over him with intrigue. Perhaps Corot could tell he was a similarly non-human being, even if still that didn't change their vast differences in appearance. "What sort of date might you have in mind? I must say, you seem a pleasant fellow, and it would really be quite the pleasure to spend more time with you." He spoke with a smile, appearing relatively unbothered by Corot's somewhat gruesome form. While he was typically a bit oddly sensitive when it came to such visuals, it felt somewhat different with him for some reason. Almost beautiful, in a way. Adding a moment later, "Also, should it potentially hinder interaction, I could attempt to take on a more appropriate shape. I can't deny my attachment to my current form, but I can understand if it might throw you off a bit." 

Caelestis' mind began to wander briefly, thinking of what sorts of otherworldly places they would be able to venture through together, and what interesting experiences there may be—although a more normal date would surely be enjoyable and plenty interesting as well, considering the nature of who he would be with. Spending so much time mingling with humans, at times he feared he would forget what the company of other beings was like. Indeed, he was feeling very pleased at this turn of events.

"A date?" Allegro mused, a fist against his chin as he considered it. Vyrik was attractive, he couldn't deny that, and he did appreciate the boldness of asking him out. More so, this man was a Moonwing. He'd heard of the name alone, but nothing more, and to say he was fascinated by the species was putting it bluntly.
There was also something odd about Vyrik's heartbeat; a small shudder to it. It was a sound reminiscent of guilt to him, though this one sounded as though it were permanently attached to the young man. What was his story? The curiosity of it all was too much.
"I wouldn't mind an outing with you," the prince smiled as he dropped his arms. "Shall we have some dinner together? I'm craving some seafood, how about you?"

"Ah, I'm glad. I was beginning to get worried that I'd misread things," the prince laughed lightly. "If you're free now, why not spend time together for some lunch? I'm interested in learning about all the magic you've learned, and perhaps more magic we can make together. As for a dinner, let's save that for later next week. I have a few matters I need to attend to first."
It'd be nice, though, to have a dinner to relax to. Ever since his brother's performance it had taken every ounce of his strength to keep the kingdom from falling apart. He was so busy with it that he'd forgotten about how En could be feeling, which was undoubtedly bad. Tonight he'd be sure to talk to him and reassure him before he has to leave. Hopefully afterwards all he'd have to worry about would be what flowers to bring his date.