[During those ten minutes Hawke was missing, Larry had begun to fret a bit. Did his date bail on him? It wouldn't be the first time that's happened, but he was really hoping Mabel's blind date thing would turn out.
Thankfully he doesn't have to let himself set into a panic, because a voice calls out from him at the entrance. He practically flings himself off of his chair to get a look at his date. A million different possibilities fly through his head as he takes a few steps closer to greet her. Her voice seems nice enough... Was she taking that extra time to do her makeup or perfect her date outfit? Would she be a beautiful blonde or brunette with flowing locks?
When he finally lays his eyes on Hawke and her badge, he discovers she's beyond anything he imagined. She's...she's...she's kind of sloppy, weirdly enough, and he's never seen that on a date with a woman before. And is that blood on her (admittedly very pretty) face?
He finds himself frozen, gaping a bit as he clutches the candies and flowers. How does he even deal with this?]
Uh, y-yeah, that'd be me!
[He sheepishly waves in case she didn't hear him. And okay, he has to come out and say it, even though it's super awkward to ask this on a first date:]
Are you...gonna be okay? Like, did something happen? You've got blood on you.
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Thankfully he doesn't have to let himself set into a panic, because a voice calls out from him at the entrance. He practically flings himself off of his chair to get a look at his date. A million different possibilities fly through his head as he takes a few steps closer to greet her. Her voice seems nice enough... Was she taking that extra time to do her makeup or perfect her date outfit? Would she be a beautiful blonde or brunette with flowing locks?
When he finally lays his eyes on Hawke and her badge, he discovers she's beyond anything he imagined. She's...she's...she's kind of sloppy, weirdly enough, and he's never seen that on a date with a woman before. And is that blood on her (admittedly very pretty) face?
He finds himself frozen, gaping a bit as he clutches the candies and flowers. How does he even deal with this?]
Uh, y-yeah, that'd be me!
[He sheepishly waves in case she didn't hear him. And okay, he has to come out and say it, even though it's super awkward to ask this on a first date:]
Are you...gonna be okay? Like, did something happen? You've got blood on you.