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Location: Home Economics Center | Avatar Adventure Highschool
A hundred years in isolation did not do good for a man's ability to read the subtleties of another human. Super-human. Meta-Human. Whatever. Lucieon refused to sit in his assigned seat in the home economics room, firmly believing that cookery and cleaning was something that was solely delegated to staff specifically hired to do so. It seemed that some of his teenage logical fallacies and prejudices had returned to him.
"Luke. I saw some signs for a Welcome Back Dance that's supposed to happen tonight. Would you go with me?"
Lucieon turned to C.C. casually and drew his rapier before taking a swift and polite bow, [color=dark gold]"It is not even a matter of asking. I will of course chaperone you to the dance tonight. There are far too many dangerous things in this school."[/color] After all of this, no one had actually decided to inform him that he was seventeen years of age and not one hundred and twenty one. He saw C.C. more as a platonic friend, an asset really, than anything. At least so he consciously continued to tell himself.
It took a few moments of stunned silence, most of which the Undead Merchant spent awkwardly trying to read C.C.'s face, before he finally understood the connotations of her question. His face would have flushed if his heart was beating, luckily one of the perks to being undead meant that your body didn't give away when you were flustered. Instead he did that rather more obtusely. His eyes fixated on C.C.'s golden irises and his mouth opened and close a few times like a beached fish. Unable to speak, and unable to draw breath. [color=dark gold]"You want me... to be your equal in tonight's dance?"[/color] A strange way of putting it, but he seemed to get his point across.
C.C. affirmed the question by nodding lightly, as girls are wont to do.
Lucieon stiffened and stood up straight, sheathing his Estoc behind his back before stammering, [color=dark gold]"I suppose it is completely reasonable that I should accompany you to the dance as your friend."[/color] He rationalized it to himself by the means of his childhood logic. People in the Candorian plutocracy went to gallant balls all the time, often with no romantic or even friendly feeling towards the people the came with. He made it clear to himself, and himself only, that he would be going to the dance with C.C. only to preserve her social standing. Not as a friend or romantic interest. [color=dark gold]"It's perfectly reasonable for me to do so. Yes. As an escort, a protector, a friend."[/color]
Another look into her eyes told him otherwise, and his facade of control crumbled to dust. His shoulder slumped and he put a gloved hand to his face, [color=dark gold]"Look, C.C. aren't I a little old for you? I mean you should be going with someone in the same age range as you. And probably the same generation. And century too while you're at it."[/color]