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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/26/2017 12:26:39 AM
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[b][i]As luck would have it...[/i][/b]
[b][i]6:00 PM[/i][/b]
[b][i]Angelo had found a restaurant and decided to change out of his military gear. No leg armour, pistol strapped to his side or helmet on his head. He had removed the bandanna from his hair, styling it as he usually did (see above). He was dressed in darker jeans, a mint green button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and first few buttons undone: casual, but a bit dressier. He was nervous, something like this not something he had done often or recently, though he did a good job at concealing the nervousness. He stepped out of his room, phone in pocket and knife well concealed on himself (can't have no protection), as he turned to lock the door.[/i][/b]
[spoiler]Splash only. Have Lohi harass him before if you'd like, or just have him head straight to the meeting spot [/spoiler]
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Lohi just happened to see him as he walked out. She giggled, her dark-brown long curly hair as obvious the fact Angelo was dressed up, sorta. She was curious. "Who's the lucky lady you let flirt with you?" She asked.
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"How angry would you be if I told you it was the lady you almost got?" [b][i]He said jokingly, making it obvious that's not who it was.[/i][/b]
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"Not that mad, maybe annoyed. But not mad," she replied.
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"Anyways, just someone I happened to meet up with over the smell of gunpowder after a training session, and we decided we might have some common interest." [b][i]He said nonchalantly[/i][/b]
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"Hmm. Anyone I know?" She asked, twidling her thumbs.
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"Considering we've been here for about a day, probably not." [b][i]He says laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "Though, uh, it's been a bit since I've actually been on a date..." [b][i][i]He says after a pause a bit sheepishly[/i][/i][/b]
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"Me? Haha. I flirt. I don't date," she said.
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"Yeah, that's fair." [b][i]He says[/i][/b] "Well, I need to get going. Can't keep them waiting."
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"Get going, then," she shooed, "I'll tease you more later."
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[b][i]He waved as he headed out to meet his companion where they had agreed.[/i][/b]
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There, Blake was waiting. He looked rather causual but slightly dressy. He wore a red plaid short-sleeve button down shirt. It was unbottoned. Underneath the button downwas a decent white collared shirt, that was short sleeved. His jeans were as black as his hair, which he had gelled back, slightly. He must've been wearing contact lenses, because his glasses weren't in sight. But what was in sight was his muscular arms. Biceps a thick as bazooka barrels. He had a slight tan and smirk on his face. "Hello," he said.
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[b][i]Angelo looked the man over in a split second, a skill he had developed over the times he had been fighting. His eyes paused momentarily in the man's muscular structure, impressed. Angelo himself wasn't as well built due to his body type, but was more muscular for his lithe body type[/i][/b] "Afternoon." [b][i]He said smiling a bit.[/i][/b] "You look dashing as always."
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"Thank you, you look causally cute," Blake noted.
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"Thanks." [b][i]He said[/i][/b] "I found a place not to far. Nothing too fancy, good variety menu."
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"Alright. Sounds good," Blake replied.
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[b][i]He began walking, gesturing for Blake to follow[/i][/b]
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He did follow. Women who were roaming nearby were noticably staring.
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[b][i]Angelo was a little embarrassed, not used to being so public about things like this, hell he hadn't even told his own team yet. Blake might've noticed Angelo looking around at the people staring at the two.[/i][/b]
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"They're just jealous," Blake assured. He yelled towards the women, "Hey! If you think [i]I'm[/i] muscular. You should see my friend Chase!" That made them scatter.
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[b][i]Angelo calmed down a bit, smiling again.[/i][/b] "Thanks for that. Just... not used to being so public about things like this. Hell my team doesn't even know."
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"If anyone makes a move on you that you don't like, let me know and I'll shoulder charge them."
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"Thanks." [b][i]He says, as after a bit of walking they approach the building. It's a nicer looking establishment, clean but not formal. Angelo entered, holding the door for his partner[/i][/b]
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Edited by Splashback77: 10/27/2017 12:58:51 AM"Thank you," he nodded. Little did they know, a Hawiian friend was one step ahead of them, sitting at a table, wearing a sweatshirt, hood pulled up to hide her hair and face, with an ancient digital camera on her person.
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[b][i]Angelo approached the person up front, having already made a reservation for the two.[/i][/b] "Table for two, under DeCorbin." [b][i]He said smiling a bit to the person at the front[/i][/b]
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Blake looked relieved. He wanted to avoid any giggling over his last name. The waitress lead them to a table, that just happened to be horizontally across from where Lohi was sitting. She sneak-snapped a photo of the two.
