Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140214005641/@comment-15792134-20140214203010

Urdin swallowed hard standing outside the weapons shop of his friend. He had spent nearly half an hour pacing back and forth. He's been in countless combats. Some friendly skirmishes others life and death struggles. Faced down countless Grimm and even nearly killed himself for the sake of others. All of which had been scary for sure, but he did them with more or less little hesitation if any. Then there was this one challenge that terrified him. Truely he'd rather face a battalion of Grimm unarmed. Or be hurled out  of an airship with nothing then a ripped blanket to try to land. Caught in a storm on an ocean, the list went on. The single most terrifying challenge he ever faced, waited mere feet away from him.

Asking Zaffre to go to the prom...

He knew he probably should have done it earlier, not last minute like this. But he could never find the courage to ask. So when he decided to take a step towards the workshop, his pulse skyrocketed.

"Morning Cin." Urdin called in a shaking voice as he entered. Calling Zaffre by her alias nickname in case there were any patrons. There were none, little blessings Urdin thought. He decided to walk in, make it quick before he lost his nerve. But he had no idea how to say it. He wanted to be casual. No need to sound desperate or anything.

"Looks like you're not very busy. Guess... I would expect that." He said half laughing. He could feel his face turning red and his hands were shaking from his rattled nerves.

"I was wondering if maybe you weren't busy... See Harbinger needs... I thought I could..." Urdin stammered trying to find the question he wanted to ask and how. But his nerves got the better of him.

"Us. Prom. Tonight?" Urdin blurted each word out in a stammer. He ducked his head and brought his arms and shoulders together trying to appear as small as he could. He suddenly felt like he was on a court case under a microscope without a lawyer. He couldn't see anything going on around him, just his polished shoes. He was wearing black tuxedo shoes with his school uniform, trying to break them in. He wanted to run right there. But something stopped him. He felt like his heart not only stopped beating, but completely vanished, as if it decided to run for him. He waited for an answer, any answer. Even if it was a no.