[ No one is more surprised than Prompta when she actually scores a date with that guy from her geomancy class. It came out of the blue, when she wasn't expecting it or even trying, which is honestly probably why he decided to ask her own. Nearly tripping over herself, Prompta managed to accept the offer before running away to go scream in a bathroom stall. It's actually, really, finally happening. She's going out on a date with a cute and awesome guy!
And...because she's going out on a date with a cute and awesome guy, that means, of course, she's fretting over ever single detail in the week leading up to it. What will she wear? How should she do her hair? What should she say? What are her best jokes? What questions should she ask him? Does he like how she smells? Is her laugh too annoying? Is her posture too slouchy? And, oh gods, is that a pimple coming in on her chin?
Of course, one of her other concerns is that lacking in any and all dating experience, she has never...kissed someone before. She doesn't want to get ahead of herself and assume that he'll try to kiss her, but on the off chance that things go that well, she won't have any idea what to do! It's not as though she can just as someone how to do it right. It's the sort of thing you just have to learn with experience.
...At least, so she thinks at first. But what if there was a way to get some experience?
An idea plants itself in her head, though at first she dismisses it. No, that's just stupid, and Alisaie would never agree to it. She's got way better things to do than to help Prompta learn how to kiss, and...that's a super weird thing to ask a friend to do for you, even as close as they are. Somehow asking Alisaie seems way less embarrassing than asking Nocta or the others, but even so, she can't commit to it.
But with each passing day, the date only gets closer and closer, and Prompta's nerves only get worse. She nearly drives herself crazy with it, until she snaps. Okay, she'll just have to ask Alisaie about it. At least if she says no, then Prompta can stop hemming and hawing over it. And the worse she'll get is probably some gentle teasing anyway. Nothing to be so stressed over.
So one night after dinner, when Prompta is fresh from the shower with her hair loose around her shoulders, she sinks down onto her bed, kicking her heels against the floor for a moment before venturing at last: ]
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And...because she's going out on a date with a cute and awesome guy, that means, of course, she's fretting over ever single detail in the week leading up to it. What will she wear? How should she do her hair? What should she say? What are her best jokes? What questions should she ask him? Does he like how she smells? Is her laugh too annoying? Is her posture too slouchy? And, oh gods, is that a pimple coming in on her chin?
Of course, one of her other concerns is that lacking in any and all dating experience, she has never...kissed someone before. She doesn't want to get ahead of herself and assume that he'll try to kiss her, but on the off chance that things go that well, she won't have any idea what to do! It's not as though she can just as someone how to do it right. It's the sort of thing you just have to learn with experience.
...At least, so she thinks at first. But what if there was a way to get some experience?
An idea plants itself in her head, though at first she dismisses it. No, that's just stupid, and Alisaie would never agree to it. She's got way better things to do than to help Prompta learn how to kiss, and...that's a super weird thing to ask a friend to do for you, even as close as they are. Somehow asking Alisaie seems way less embarrassing than asking Nocta or the others, but even so, she can't commit to it.
But with each passing day, the date only gets closer and closer, and Prompta's nerves only get worse. She nearly drives herself crazy with it, until she snaps. Okay, she'll just have to ask Alisaie about it. At least if she says no, then Prompta can stop hemming and hawing over it. And the worse she'll get is probably some gentle teasing anyway. Nothing to be so stressed over.
So one night after dinner, when Prompta is fresh from the shower with her hair loose around her shoulders, she sinks down onto her bed, kicking her heels against the floor for a moment before venturing at last: ]
Hey, uh...Ali?
[ Oh gods, here she goes. ]