DWMA Dating Raffle: Table 2 (Purple; 907624)

She bit her lip lightly but shrugged, nervous and unsure. "I... uhm.... I won't... judge you.... s-.... say whatever you want..."

"Well..." He started, with a pause and took a deep breath. "Ikindawannabeyourboyfriendafterthisalittlebit."

A sort of happy squeal escaped her, but she continued to look away, the smile on her face as plain as day, though she tried to mask it, quite unsuccessfully. "Well, uh... I dunno... I mean..." She giggled, bad at her little acting attempt, "Sure you... wanna be with the Aussie witch?"

"Yes. Yes I do. And you want to be with the tall dragon riding magic using dude?" He jokingly asked, both with a wide grin and huge blush. This was awesome.

She looked over at him with a smirk, "As long as I don't get confused for a sandwich..." Her heart was practically fluttering, butterflies darting about her stomach as she looked at him from the corners of her eyes, unsure but happy.

Glyndwr loked down at the table. "I don't think sandwiches are as cute and charming as you. You should be fine." He blushed more at saying that, but he still looked up Aurora. "So...? Would you like to be m-... my girlfriend?" He asked. He wasn't sure if COULD blush anymore when he said it, but it seems that he did.

She giggled softly at him, reaching her hand across the table once more and taking his hand, squeezing it gently. "Ye... yeah. I... I would like that." The smile on her face made her feel goofy, made her cheeks hurt, but she couldn't seem to stop nonetheless.

Glyndwr squeezed Aurora's hands back, with a wide grin just as wide as her's on his face.

She continued to blush and giggled again, "So, uh...." Aurora reached to take a quick drink, wetting her throat and savoring the sweet flavor. "Wha... what do we do, now?"

"I don't know... We can occupy this table, have food and then dance later on." Glyndwr said, taking his first drink from his own glass of punch. He didn't even notice how parched his throat was.

She smiled, sitting up straighter but once again not releasing his hand. "Well, how about you pick what... entree," it took her a little while to remember the word, "We have?"

ooc: I can look up ideas if you would like

Glyndwr took the menu in hand and took a moment to decide. "How about we have the Italian one? They have good food, right?" He asked, pointing to the item on the menu, which he was holding in a way that Aurora could see. The item was Linguine with clam sauce.

She read over both it and the description before nodding. "Yeah... that sounds good." Her purple eyes met his own as she smiled again. "Around the world in one meal?" Another forced joke, but she was trying, if nothing else.

"Well, you are going to choose the next one, so that will be up to you." Glyndwr said, smiling back at her. He put the menu down and once again took a hold of Aurora's right hand with his own.

"I picked the appetizer, though." She said, shaking her head lightly, "But anyway, hm... what do you like to read?"

"I meant the one after the Italian." He said. "And I tend to go for fiction."

She poked her tongue out at him but shrugged, "I do, too." She laughed a bit, "I tend to like magic and fantasy... fitting, I suppose."

"Yeah, it is." Glyndwr said as he started to rub his thumb over the top of Aurora's hand.

She blushed, looking at their hands nervously, "I... I think that I should... warn you. I've... never dated before."

"I haven't either. I feel it's going to be great, though." Glyndwr said, as he laced his fingers through hers.

She smiled, still watching their hands, "I'm sorry if I... make some kind of mistake." She laughed softly to herself before looking back up at him. "Ah... uhm... where are you from?"

"Y'know, that goes for me too." Glyndwr said, as he took her other hand in his as well. (I assume that is on the table.) "I'm from the States. Half Welsh, though. That's where my name comes from."

She smiled, "That's cool." She looked from their hands to her hair, shrugging a bit. "I'm English-Australian. Thus the sugar glider... and accent... and freckles...."

"Oh? And which one did the cuteness and charm come from?" Glyndwr asked, looking straight at Aurora's face and giving her hands a squeeze.

Her face burned and she looked down once more, feet swinging idly under the table. "I.... I dunno... is... that even genetic...?"