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You're going, if I have to get dressed and chaperone you two.\" Darryl grunted. \"Now, what'd you pick out to wear?\"\n\n\t\"Pair of pants, long sleeve dress down shirt, white undershirt,\" the hybrid recited.\n\n\t\"Too formal for a first date.\"\n\n\t\"I'm not planning on tucking it in.\"\n\n\t\"Ah, the casual formal look. Gotcha. Should be good. Just keep your hands in your pockets and act pretentious.\" Darryl smirked. \"I heard that smile, giraffe-skunk.\"\n\n\t\"Yeah yeah. I'm not going to behave like the rich 19 year olds from the college. I'm sure there's some sort of societal rule out there that requires ritual suicide if it's not done as a joke or some form of mockery.\"\n\n\t\"We definitely couldn't have that. Any idea on where to take her?\"\n\n\t\"I was thinking Spotlight out in the harbor.\" He slowly slid his pants on and reached for the white shirt.\n\n\t\"That new place built around the large lighthouse?\"\n\n\t\"That's the one.\"\n\n\t\"Hmm...I'd be careful with that one. She might take it as some sort of insult.\"\n\n\t\"Now you're starting to sound like me.\" He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the phone. \"Christ, you sound like you want this to succeed more than anything. What gives, old man?\"\n\n\tToby was silent for a few seconds. \"...you deserve to be happy. Sure, you can say you are, but...\"\n\n\t\"But?\" He pulled his shirt on and did up the buttons. \"Toby, I am very happy with my life.\"\n\n\t\"But you're lonely.\" The hybrid fell silent. \"I'm right, aren't I?\"\n\n\t\"I'm gonna go watch the news before she gets here, Toby. Thanks for the advice.\"\n\n\t\"Just have fun, Darryl, okay?\" He didn't return an answer to the question, just hanging up the phone and heading to his living room.\n\n\tThe news was the usual. Death, destruction, sex...all the news that was fit to sensationalize. He leaned on the arm of his chair, completely annoyed with it. \"Coulda wasted my time with the Genetic Opera,\" he muttered to himself. \"But no. Darryl has to be up with what's going on in the world.\" He rubbed his temples as yet another story about some barely legal debutante's pussy slip caught on film.\n\n\tHis doorbell rang within seconds. \"Oh thank god,\" he said as he shut the TV off and went to the intercom to answer. \"Who is it?\"\n\n\t\"Hey lovely,\" the British accent would respond. \"Can I come up or are you coming down?\"\n\n\tHis hear skipped a beat. \"If you want to get something to drink before we go, you can come up. Otherwise...\"\n\n\t\"That sounds pleasant. Buzz me in, dear.\" He smiled and happily did so, holding the button for a few moments before letting go. He quickly went over to his kitchen and put some water on. He didn't have her favorite tea, but he had tea. That was what mattered. By the time he had the cups and teabags set out, she would be there at the door. He was quick to answer the tiny knock, peeking down at her with a smile. \"Gwen...\"\n\n\tShe looked up at him from behind her glasses. She was as casual as he was, wearing a soft black dress with longer sleeves. \"I hope I'm not...too...\" A small blush came to her cheeks.\n\n\tAs did his. \"You're positively beautiful.\" He opened the door up for her. \"I've got water for tea on. We'll have a cup and go to dinner.\"\n\n\t\"I think that's a good idea.\" She set her purse down on a table and sat down in his chair. \"Where did you want to go?\"\n\n\t\"That new place that opened up at the lighthouse, actually.\" He pulled up a second chair and sat down with her. \"I hear the seafood's great. Someone said something about a baked flounder that was to die for.\"\n\n\tShe smiled. \"...do they only do seafood?\"\n\n\tHis heart sank. He'd screwed up. \"No, they do all sorts of things. Chicken, beef...why?\"\n\n\t\"...I've got a bit of an allergy to shellfish...but they have chicken, so I should be good!\" Her ears perked up as the tea pot he had put on whistled. \"Go get the water.\"\n\n\t\"Yes, ma'am.\" He hopped up and went right for the kitchen. He was still kicking himself. She was allergic to shellfish. Great going, Darryl. He picked up the pot and carefully headed outside...\n\n\t...to see the corgi hunched over his DVDs. \"My god! You have Repo?\"\n\n\t\"Y-yeah...it's actually pretty good.\"\n\n\t\"Ooooh! I've wanted to see it. Can I borrow it?\" She looked over her shoulder at him. \"Or...when we're done with dinner, can we come back and watch it?\"\n\n\t\"I'd like that, actually,\" he said, pouring out the water. \"The latter, I mean.\"\n\n\t\"Thank you!\" She picked the teabag she wanted up and dipped it into the hot water. \"You've got quite a collection there.\"\n\n\t\"Who doesn't like a good movie?\" He dipped his bag into his cup and sat back down. \"I just happen to collect the ones that amuse me.\"\n\n\t\"The Running Man with Arnold-?\"\n\n\t\"I said the ones that amuse me.\" He stuck the tip of his tongue out at her.\n\n\t\"Oi! If you're gonna stick it out, stick it all out!\" She slowly dunked her tea around, getting all the flavor out of the leaves.\n\n\t\"...yeah. A lot of people get scared at that.\"\n\n\t\"Nonsense. Lemme see.\" He sighed and stuck his tongue out at her. It wasn't as freakishly long as he believed it was, but it did get her to react. \"...wow. I can see why.\"\n\n\t\"Huh?\" he choked out from around his own tongue.\n\n\t\"You could lick your own eyebrows if ya wanted.\" She giggled. \"I think it's cute.\"\n\n\t\"It's...cute.\" He quirked an eyebrow and picked up his tea.\n\n\t\"Yeah.\" She picked up tea and lifted it to him. He smiled and returned the gesture before sipping with her. \"I don't know why you're so scared of it.\"\n\n\t\"I'm not scared of my own tongue!\"\n\n\t\"You got defensive when I asked to see the full thing.\" She smirked. \"And even I give full tongue when I'm razzing someone.\" She stuck it out again. Darryl nearly choked on the tea, strictly from her wording. It made her giggle. \"You're so silly, Darryl.\"\n\n\t\"That was dirty pool!\" He put the tea down before he made a mess. \"I'm just...a little nervous, that's all. This IS the first time I've been on a date in a few months.\"\n\n\t\"Oh...\" She set her tea down. \"...I'm sorry.\"\n\n\t\"No, no need to apologize.\" He reached over and set his hand on hers. \"I appreciate it. Really.\" She smiled and ran her fingers over his, right before she leaned up and kissed his cheek. \n\n\t\"I think it's time to go to dinner, dear.\"\n\n\t\"...okay.\" Darryl smiled as he picked up the tea cups and brought them back into his kitchen. He jumped a little when he felt the corgi's arms wrap around his waist as she hugged him. \"Gwen?\"\n\n\t\"Thank you for doing this for me, dear...\" She gave him a squeeze, which he tried to return. \"Now, let's go. Dinner isn't going to order and eat itself.\"\n\n\tA tiny sigh rolled off of his lips. \"Of course.\" The hug had caught him off guard. His heart was racing now, waiting patiently for the other shoe to drop. Still, there was a date to be enjoyed. He quietly locked the door and offered his hand to Gwen. \"Let's go.\"\n\n\tJust have fun, Darryl. He smirked.\n\n\tStupid bird wouldn't leave him alone...\n\nEnd\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Anticipation

Shortie by Micah Weil

\t"Nervous? You're being optimistic." Darryl slowly ran the brush through his hair, his hand quivering the whole way. "Toby, I'm outright terrified." He was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the freshly washed mane that sat atop his head. "Do you know how long it's been since I've been on a date?"

\t"Nearly seven months," Toby's voice squawked over the speaker phone. "Seven months, three days if you want an exact time since your last break up."

\t"...I ask that you don't remind me." He sighed and looked down at the sink. "...I should just call it off."

\t"And break that young girl's heart? You're going, if I have to get dressed and chaperone you two." Darryl grunted. "Now, what'd you pick out to wear?"

\t"Pair of pants, long sleeve dress down shirt, white undershirt," the hybrid recited.

\t"Too formal for a first date."

\t"I'm not planning on tucking it in."

\t"Ah, the casual formal look. Gotcha. Should be good. Just keep your hands in your pockets and act pretentious." Darryl smirked. "I heard that smile, giraffe-skunk."

\t"Yeah yeah. I'm not going to behave like the rich 19 year olds from the college. I'm sure there's some sort of societal rule out there that requires ritual suicide if it's not done as a joke or some form of mockery."

\t"We definitely couldn't have that. Any idea on where to take her?"

\t"I was thinking Spotlight out in the harbor." He slowly slid his pants on and reached for the white shirt.

\t"That new place built around the large lighthouse?"

\t"That's the one."

\t"Hmm...I'd be careful with that one. She might take it as some sort of insult."

\t"Now you're starting to sound like me." He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the phone. "Christ, you sound like you want this to succeed more than anything. What gives, old man?"

\tToby was silent for a few seconds. "...you deserve to be happy. Sure, you can say you are, but..."

\t"But?" He pulled his shirt on and did up the buttons. "Toby, I am very happy with my life."

\t"But you're lonely." The hybrid fell silent. "I'm right, aren't I?"

\t"I'm gonna go watch the news before she gets here, Toby. Thanks for the advice."

\t"Just have fun, Darryl, okay?" He didn't return an answer to the question, just hanging up the phone and heading to his living room.

\tThe news was the usual. Death, destruction, sex...all the news that was fit to sensationalize. He leaned on the arm of his chair, completely annoyed with it. "Coulda wasted my time with the Genetic Opera," he muttered to himself. "But no. Darryl has to be up with what's going on in the world." He rubbed his temples as yet another story about some barely legal debutante's pussy slip caught on film.

\tHis doorbell rang within seconds. "Oh thank god," he said as he shut the TV off and went to the intercom to answer. "Who is it?"

\t"Hey lovely," the British accent would respond. "Can I come up or are you coming down?"

\tHis hear skipped a beat. "If you want to get something to drink before we go, you can come up. Otherwise..."

\t"That sounds pleasant. Buzz me in, dear." He smiled and happily did so, holding the button for a few moments before letting go. He quickly went over to his kitchen and put some water on. He didn't have her favorite tea, but he had tea. That was what mattered. By the time he had the cups and teabags set out, she would be there at the door. He was quick to answer the tiny knock, peeking down at her with a smile. "Gwen..."

\tShe looked up at him from behind her glasses. She was as casual as he was, wearing a soft black dress with longer sleeves. "I hope I'm not...too..." A small blush came to her cheeks.

\tAs did his. "You're positively beautiful." He opened the door up for her. "I've got water for tea on. We'll have a cup and go to dinner."

\t"I think that's a good idea." She set her purse down on a table and sat down in his chair. "Where did you want to go?"

\t"That new place that opened up at the lighthouse, actually." He pulled up a second chair and sat down with her. "I hear the seafood's great. Someone said something about a baked flounder that was to die for."

\tShe smiled. "...do they only do seafood?"

\tHis heart sank. He'd screwed up. "No, they do all sorts of things. Chicken, beef...why?"

\t"...I've got a bit of an allergy to shellfish...but they have chicken, so I should be good!" Her ears perked up as the tea pot he had put on whistled. "Go get the water."

\t"Yes, ma'am." He hopped up and went right for the kitchen. He was still kicking himself. She was allergic to shellfish. Great going, Darryl. He picked up the pot and carefully headed outside...

\t...to see the corgi hunched over his DVDs. "My god! You have Repo?"

\t"Y-yeah...it's actually pretty good."

\t"Ooooh! I've wanted to see it. Can I borrow it?" She looked over her shoulder at him. "Or...when we're done with dinner, can we come back and watch it?"

\t"I'd like that, actually," he said, pouring out the water. "The latter, I mean."

\t"Thank you!" She picked the teabag she wanted up and dipped it into the hot water. "You've got quite a collection there."

\t"Who doesn't like a good movie?" He dipped his bag into his cup and sat back down. "I just happen to collect the ones that amuse me."

\t"The Running Man with Arnold-?"

\t"I said the ones that amuse me." He stuck the tip of his tongue out at her.

\t"Oi! If you're gonna stick it out, stick it all out!" She slowly dunked her tea around, getting all the flavor out of the leaves.

\t"...yeah. A lot of people get scared at that."

\t"Nonsense. Lemme see." He sighed and stuck his tongue out at her. It wasn't as freakishly long as he believed it was, but it did get her to react. "...wow. I can see why."

\t"Huh?" he choked out from around his own tongue.

\t"You could lick your own eyebrows if ya wanted." She giggled. "I think it's cute."

\t"It's...cute." He quirked an eyebrow and picked up his tea.

\t"Yeah." She picked up tea and lifted it to him. He smiled and returned the gesture before sipping with her. "I don't know why you're so scared of it."

\t"I'm not scared of my own tongue!"

\t"You got defensive when I asked to see the full thing." She smirked. "And even I give full tongue when I'm razzing someone." She stuck it out again. Darryl nearly choked on the tea, strictly from her wording. It made her giggle. "You're so silly, Darryl."

\t"That was dirty pool!" He put the tea down before he made a mess. "I'm just...a little nervous, that's all. This IS the first time I've been on a date in a few months."

\t"Oh..." She set her tea down. "...I'm sorry."

\t"No, no need to apologize." He reached over and set his hand on hers. "I appreciate it. Really." She smiled and ran her fingers over his, right before she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

\t"I think it's time to go to dinner, dear."

\t"...okay." Darryl smiled as he picked up the tea cups and brought them back into his kitchen. He jumped a little when he felt the corgi's arms wrap around his waist as she hugged him. "Gwen?"

\t"Thank you for doing this for me, dear..." She gave him a squeeze, which he tried to return. "Now, let's go. Dinner isn't going to order and eat itself."

\tA tiny sigh rolled off of his lips. "Of course." The hug had caught him off guard. His heart was racing now, waiting patiently for the other shoe to drop. Still, there was a date to be enjoyed. He quietly locked the door and offered his hand to Gwen. "Let's go."

\tJust have fun, Darryl. He smirked.

\tStupid bird wouldn't leave him alone...

End

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