[The mid-month event is over, and Ryou can't say that he'll miss seeing the end of it, even if he did like being able to handle himself, and help people he cared about. There was just an awful lot of physicality that, even as a werewolf, he needed a break from.
So, he'd arranged for a nice night out at a monster-friendly eatery. It had taken a little doing, because Ryou and Atem were fairly unpopular in Bavan to anyone who could suss out who they actually were despite their alternate forms. Ryou's hair was somewhat distinctive, even in night form...but Atem, at least, might pass for someone else without his own hairstyle.
Eventually, he managed to snag a reservation at a nice, casual dining restaurant near the outskirts of Bavan. He'd arrived first, intending to make sure everything was perfect and special for the one he loved, and having his requests fulfilled to the letter.
Private seating on the terrace, away from wandering eyes and judgmental faces. They'd be fine, and there was a perfectly large table where they could have dinner comfortably. Naturally, Ryou paid extra for that, but he didn't mind at all. He wants it to be right.
...Unfortunately, there's a rather chatty waitress who seems to be quite unafraid of werewolves. Maybe it's because he's so fluffy and enticing to pet, despite being dressed in his somewhat uncomfortable suit from the gala
(because big hulking werewolves don't have many clothing options on short notice)
that struggles to contain his fur and built frame at all.
Ryou is polite to a fault, as is the usual when he's not being indignant on the network or sassy around friends who damn well deserve it, holding a civil conversation with the woman. However, she's starting to ask personal questions, such as why he's here, what it's like to be a werewolf, things like that. And Ryou's been around clingy types enough to know where this may be going. So he clears his throat, and requests a glass of water to try and distract her.
It works for now, though she appears reluctant to go...and she "accidentally" bumps shoulders with him...which apparently she doesn't realize the connotation to his wolf brain.
He's just gonna sit here, elbow propped, hand on his forehead, leaning into it. It's fine. He's fine. This is gonna be a good night, just as soon as Atem arrives!]
Post-TWEWY event, date time! cw; borderline harassment
So, he'd arranged for a nice night out at a monster-friendly eatery. It had taken a little doing, because Ryou and Atem were fairly unpopular in Bavan to anyone who could suss out who they actually were despite their alternate forms. Ryou's hair was somewhat distinctive, even in night form...but Atem, at least, might pass for someone else without his own hairstyle.
Eventually, he managed to snag a reservation at a nice, casual dining restaurant near the outskirts of Bavan. He'd arrived first, intending to make sure everything was perfect and special for the one he loved, and having his requests fulfilled to the letter.
Private seating on the terrace, away from wandering eyes and judgmental faces. They'd be fine, and there was a perfectly large table where they could have dinner comfortably. Naturally, Ryou paid extra for that, but he didn't mind at all. He wants it to be right.
...Unfortunately, there's a rather chatty waitress who seems to be quite unafraid of werewolves. Maybe it's because he's so fluffy and enticing to pet, despite being dressed in his somewhat uncomfortable suit from the gala
(because big hulking werewolves don't have many clothing options on short notice)
that struggles to contain his fur and built frame at all.
Ryou is polite to a fault, as is the usual when he's not being indignant on the network or sassy around friends who damn well deserve it, holding a civil conversation with the woman. However, she's starting to ask personal questions, such as why he's here, what it's like to be a werewolf, things like that. And Ryou's been around clingy types enough to know where this may be going. So he clears his throat, and requests a glass of water to try and distract her.
It works for now, though she appears reluctant to go...and she "accidentally" bumps shoulders with him...which apparently she doesn't realize the connotation to his wolf brain.
He's just gonna sit here, elbow propped, hand on his forehead, leaning into it. It's fine. He's fine. This is gonna be a good night, just as soon as Atem arrives!]