Your OC goes on a blind date with the one above!

This was awkward.

Emily stood in front of the exterminator, clearly a bit confused as to why someone had paired her up with Adil. "So... I guess you're my date now..?" She muttered, twiddling her thumbs. He smelt like something heavy, but couldn't exactly put her finger on it. She bit her lip. "Well...... I mean.. You're very...." Her hand gestures were confusing as always. She has stretched her words long enough so that she could focus on the breadsticks in front of her.

"H-hey! T-These look good! Give them a t-taste, will you?" She took a small bite out of one. "Or can you not eat them due to that suit...?"

Well, this sure was unexpected

She didn't even know how she got to this situation, she didn't mind dating but a blind date sure was a bad idea, the person right in front of her looked really anxious. "I guess we have to do this, not bad feelings towards you but I'm really not good at this" There was silence, this was really awkward, this would have been easier with a more chaotic person but at least she had to try to make this better. "You don't have to talk if you don't feel like it, if is ok with you, we can just enjoy the food and that's it"

She didn't meant to sound cold, she just didn't know what to do, hopefully she didn't made Emily feel bad.

Amidst clinking ambience and dim lights, Violet gazed upon her surprising date. To let her sister set her up on this blind encounter proved foolish enough, but she bore wide eyes at the individual. A rabbit, and a tiny one.

"Hello," Violet rasped with a blink. Her voice turned to thought - perhaps this rabbit had something to gain from the date? Why had she agreed to it? Did she understand who she sat with? Surely not. That expression spoke volumes; or, the cartoon simply tried to be kind. She certainly looked caring enough. Yet Violet did not continue, and studied Laura's soul while she awaited a reply. She'd learn soon enough how much of this sweet air was a facade.

Why did he agree to this date again? It was probably a bad idea and he was currently dying from anxiety as he was led to the table where the... woman... sat? Was that right? Lior blinked in surprise and tried his best at a shy smile. "Good evening, Miss." he said quietly before slowly sitting down. Whose idea even was this? Oh the things he agreed to when drunk and lonely. "I... uhm... it's nice to meet you." he mumbled - and that was true! Violet did seem to be an interesting individual, even if she was not.. quite his type. She was unspeakably beautiful though! He just.. well, it probably was the same the other way around and she may have had similar thoughts by now. Just... probably not as awkward. She looked like a goddess, how she carried herself and her enchanting aura... yea, she could definitely do better than him.

"I'm sorry Miss, I don't want to waste your time, if you'd like to go please feel free to do so... if not I guess we might as well make the best of the evening?" the elf suggested. He was really trying his best! At least the restaurant was nice, with its slightly dimmed lighting, the beautiful dark wooden tables and chairs and- okay, the wallpaper was a little questionable but it did add to the charme of the place. The food looked quite good as well... and he had gotten lost in thought. "I- I apologize, I haven't even introduced myself." he quickly said when he noticed his fauxpas. "I am- my name is Lior." now that was an awkward introduction. Fitting for a rather awkward date, probably. If it wasn't about telling stories he was really not good at conversation, he just got lost in his head and that was bad.

Sibyl groaned as she walked into the restaurant where her date was waiting. She really didn't want anything to do with the idea of a blind date. She would have much rather stayed home and relaxed. However, Ellie had cleverly dared her to go out for the occasion. She had bet that Sibyl wouldn't be able to socialize with someone new on her own, and she wasn't one to back down when it came to proving that (mostly joking) statement false.

She followed the waitress to her table, noticing the smaller half-elf waiting for her. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, looking around for an excuse to get out. Lior looked so friendly and sweet. He was obviously nervous, and looked about ready to run from the table. He was the exact opposite of the typically-cold woman who had come to meet him. He didn't deserve to deal with a person like her, that was for certain. She started thinking over quick excuses she could make to avoid making the situation any more awkward—

'Oh no, he already saw me.'

Trying to play her previous behavior cool, Sibyl sat down across from Lior and sheepishly waved at him. "Uhh... Hey, man. Great to, uh... Meet'cha, I guess? I'm Sibyl, and... Uhhh..."

Yeah, that wasn't going to work. Her eyes darted around, eventually settling on his face.

"Hey, those are some cool freckles! Actually... Actually, your whole look is pretty cool, ha. You're like a walking galaxy. How neat is that? At least, I think it's neat. Stars are cool."

Sibyl tried to push the meeting forward with a bit of small talk, though her true thoughts about the situation quickly caught up to her. Eventually, she let out a sigh. "Look... You're cool and all, but I dunno if this is gonna work out. At least, not in this kinda setting. I can pay for the meal and what-not for the trouble. But hey, I'd love to get to know you better! Like, platonically, I mean. You wanna try meeting again somewhere a bit less formal? Maybe a park or something? Oh, or there was this one botanical garden that my pal Ellie was talking about once? We could try this whole friend thing again there. You seem like a plant guy, after all. Maybe you'd feel more comfy there. I dunno, I'm just spitballing here."

Even if she wanted nothing to do with the date, she could at least leave it off on a friendly note. Take that, Ellie.

Jan-Paul straightened his collar. He ran a hand through his freshly cut hair. The merchant’s son tested his breath and tested his outfit in the reflection of his carriage’s window.
 A blind date, Jan-Paul huffed. His uncle had arranged ‘something’. A date. A blind one. Not with an aristocrat, not with high blood. But that’s fine. It was really. The old blood was, well, old anyway.  A pretty girl,  or so his uncle had promised. Jan-Paul feverishly checked his hair for a second-time. The cart had come to a stop, Jan-Paul took a deep breath, opened the cart’s door. Stepped out and...  
Void .
“You!” He sputtered. Jan-Paul’s cheeks colored a bright red as so did his ears. He frowned and pointed his ringed-boney finger at Roxanne. “You’re my date? Please tell me it’s a joke.” he said. Jan-Paul closed the gap between him and Roxie, his finger still pointed out.
“This has to be some cruel joke. Some twisted idea of ‘fun’ waved by faith. A prank!” Jan-Paul laughed. “Oh this is some kind of prank isn’t it?”
It wasn’t. The Easterling pressed his lips together and slowly lowered his hand. “I’ve already paid for the restaurant,” Jan-Paul said. With a tone of defeat. “Not that I would miss the money, but I cannot stomach the damages in my public ego.” Jan-Paul shook his head. He pressed his lips tighter.
“Do you like fish or seafood? It’s a fish restaurant,” the merchant said. “You don’t have to pay me back. Just, act...Civil.” Jan-Paul eyed Roxie.
 “No glaring. No cursing. No, definitely no, headbutting.” Jan-Paul listed up. With his fingers. For good measure...

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Please someone teach him how to talk and behave kike a youngster. He's dying

Rich fluffed up his coat. He was going to a blind date. Of course, he was open to anyone who did want to date him, but what if they didn't like him that much. He shook it off, thinking that wasn't going to happen. Unless...

There! He spotted his date. Sitting at the table, helping himself to some dandelion wine. The finest they had. That meant this guy was rich, just like him. Oozing in confidence, it seemed. Rich's tail wagged as he walked over to the table. "You must be my blind date! It's a pleasure to meet you, Love!" Rich sat at the table without even asking. Rude. "You must be Jan-Paul! It's great to be here, the finest dining in all of Drakenburg!" He clasped his hands together and took a mint. Maybe this mint would be more engaging than their conversation.

The helk took a seat, putting her paws on the table. She sweated a lot, and Rich might've noticed that as well. Andrea fixed her suit, fixing her collar of her black jacket. "Sorry, I hadn't went on a blind date, sir." The helk nervously said, she also almost embarrassed herself, which made the fox snicker. "Ahh! I didn't even introduced myself to you! Damn! Anyways, I'm Andrea." The animal offered her paw to him, unknowingly of what Rich might do to her. As the servants placed dishes in front of Rich and Andrea, the helk observed her lasagna and sniffed it like a stray dog would. "Again sorry, I'm pretty hungry, so I can act weird in public restaurants." Andrea said in trepidatious tone, she was about to have a meltdown, but surprisingly kept it to herself. After the two parties finishing their dinner, Rich and Andrea pushed in their chairs in order to say their farewells to each other. "It was great to meet you, sorry for any problems I might'be caused for you." Andrea once again apologised for her behaviour, not to mention that she was almost a wreck.

Well, it had been a while since he had been on a date. Actually he couldn't even remember the last time. It must have been before... well, he would not get into that.
A blind date was quite the risk as well, since he did not know whom he might meet there... and admittedly Andrea was quite the surprise. He had never before seen a helk and looked a bit startled for a second, before he gave a slight smile. "I- I'm sorry for staring. I... think you are my date?" Atlas asked nervously, the patterns underneath his skin forming giant storms that were faintly visible. It probably looked weird. Good that he was wearing a turtleneck sweater, so the surface was minimized. 

He sat down across from Andrea after she confirmed and nervously fidgeted with his sleeves. This was awkward. At least they were both awkward. Awkward together? He didn't know if that made it better or worse, but that was... well, now he was here and he would somehow sit through it. "Oh.. I- I haven't introduced myself, have I?" he asked, his face turning a pink-ish colour for a second. "Atlas... my name is Atlas." what a great start!

Despite his nervousness he had to admit that Andrea was quite funny and even though they were probably no match it still happened to be a suprisingly nice evening, Andrea just seemed like a likeable person and he was happy that she was his first date after all this time...!

(WinterHound have a late reply with broken English!)

Roswell leaned backward in his chair. He pressed his foot against the edge of the table. The coffee lounge was quite that day.  Just a few patrons. The light taproom smelled of fresh ground coffee beans and baked pastries. It was a perfect day for a blind date. Or, was it?

“Oi have to admit sumethin’,” he told Wren. The unlucky one that got ensnared into this travesty. Roswell showed a hint of his teeth as he smiled.
“Yer know.. Oi did not agree to dis, event, to find a partner or sumethin,” he flicked his free hand. In his other, he held a fresh cup of coffee.
“See, oi’m here for dis,” he said. Now pointing at his mug. His free coffee.
“But luckly oi’m in good company for sum good coffee,” he continued. Roswell leaned even further backward, pushing the front chair legs off of the ground.
“Oi’ve heard yer loike coffee. Chave' hau lait roi?” Roswell eyed Wren as he butchered the last pronunciation with his own thick accent.
“Yer should tell me sum about it, oi mean. At least yer time wouldn’t be wasted here,” he encouraged. Roswell eased his foot against the table’s edge, and the chair flipped back to front.
“Och, oi know lil’ ‘bout coffee. And drink it like a heretic,” he said. “Dis is de first, not lukewarm, not made out of soluble powder, coffee I had in years. Years!” Roswell laughed. It sounded like a krō mocking a way bigger and dangerous bird.
“And yer know wha, in return oi learn yer how to talk with yer dates. Small talk ‘n such. How to smile, how too woo. Things yer seem to despise so much.” 

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AHDHEH that was perfect, thank you

Ack I wrote too much... Anyways my brain went zoomies 

Clement just sat there, thinking about what to say to Illanya, he never thought he'd score a bind date with a woman who's a knight, and she was taller than him. "soo..your a knight? whats that like is it like Ocarina of Time?" he asked not even thinking about the words that came out of his mouth, which wasn't unusual for him, though he did note to himself mentally, that like his best friend Harrison she hid her real emotions behind a facade, he had become an expert at telling since being friends with Harrison.

"yo if there's anythin botherin ya, ya can tell me cause I'll listen even if I don't get it" he reassured the knight, "but back on to this date, damn your beautiful. Ya pry get that a lot but its true." he was also drawn to her because of her green wardrobe, it reminded him of the green in his wardrobe, and he liked a woman who had the same sense of fashion as her. Even if Illanya was garbed in more medivial style clothing compared to Clement's Y2K get up. "I can tell this is gonna be a fun night."

     Kyle looked Clement. “Well this is super awkward. I’ve never been on a blind date before…” He looks at Clements outfit. “Are you a cyborg or are you cosplaying as one :/“ He blinked tiredly. “This is boring and I’m tired.. I’m going home.” He got up and walked off.

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      Kyle chuckled and looked down at the ground.  It felt odd standing where he had died. He gently kicked up some soil and then paused to think. “I’m afraid the witch will be no help you. Like most witches, she is selfish and only cares about herself.” Kyle hands Nathaniel a crumpled piece of paper. “I no longer associate with the witch. However I do still have her address. She hates traveling so she probably hasn’t moved since we last spoke.” He gives Nathanial a slight smile. “Thank you for hanging out with me, it’s not very often I get to hang out with nice people.”