"I… um…" Icarus began to stumble. "To be honest I didn't think I'd make it this far…" He trailed off, trying to think fast of a probable solution. "Umm… how about dinner? Tonight maybe? I'll pay?" He asked, hoping this plan would work.
Truth stared the other down for a few moments in silence. “Fine. But wherever it is, they’d better serve steak.” He shook his hair out with an exasperated sigh. “I’m Truth, if you’d like to know.”
(Oki have a good night. ^~^)
(Alrighty. Good night. I wrote a reply but I got an Application Error when I sent it so it must've been deleted lol. I'll try to re-write it for the morning)
(Oof. Yeah, notebook’s been slow today.)
(Bump. Morning. I have people sleeping in my living room and idk how they got there or who they are lol)
(I hate it when strangers break into my home and sleep on my couch too.)
(Yeah lol. What's worse is I think my brother invited them in. I found him wrapped in a blanket in the middle of the pile of strangers. Great.)
(Wow, that must be so weird… so it’s your turn I think.)
(pokes back I'm here. Trying to find my response but I think I'll just rewrite it again lol)
(I think it got deleted and you said you’d rewrite it in the morning. xD)
Truth stared the other down for a few moments in silence. “Fine. But wherever it is, they’d better serve steak.” He shook his hair out with an exasperated sigh. “I’m Truth, if you’d like to know.”
Icarus blinked in surprise, his jaw hanging open slightly. "I, uh, sure. Yeah. Definitely steak. Nice to uh… meet you Truth." Icarus was rooted to his spot. He's gonna need something more than just caffeine to make it to tonight.
Truth narrowed his eyes, his prickliness bothering the softer, human part of himself.
“I suppo- I mean… it’s good to meet you, too, Icarus.”
You really must work on that! Said an annoying voice in his ear.
“What time tonight? Where are we going to meet?”
"Right yeah um… would 6:00 PM work? There's this local place called The Habit. They make great burgers and steak." He offered, glad he wasn't the only one stumbling in this situation. He shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
Truth rolled his shoulders back. “Sure, it’s the one just up the street, right? Yeah, six would work, too…” He stared awkwardly at Icarus. “So… do you want my number or… are we just going to bank on both of us being there on time…?”
"Oh um yeah, yeah. That's the place… I guess I can take your number. Um… would you like mine as well?" Icarus nodded. He fumbled in his pocket to bring out his phone; he couldn't remember his phone number for the life of him. How do mortals ever remember these?
Truth shrugged. “Why not. What is it?” He kept his hands in his pockets. “Actually, if you’re ready for mine… it’s 246-365-7890,” He recited off, after a moment of thinking.
Mortals have it so easy. Remembering ten numbers is a synch.
Hurriedly, Icarus input the sequence of numbers into his cell phone and saving it under the contact name Truth the Demon. "Ah alright. Got it. Uh mine is…" he scrolled through his phone to find his number. "Right. My number is 246 - 262 - 9201." He listed slowly, making sure he was reading the number correctly.
“Alright,” Truth growled gently. “See you at six.” He turned heel and continued to walk, shifting his hands in his pants, to his sweater pockets.
(Skip to six orrr are we skipping too much?)
(Nah. Time skip is fine lol)
(Okay!)
Truth curled up his wings as he approached The Habit. His feet gently touched the ground and he ran for a couple feet, gravity pushing him forward and all. He got to the double doors of the restaurant and walked in. Telling by the inside, this place’s food was expensive; Thank god I’m not paying. He smirked a grim smirk and looked around for Icarus.
Icarus ran around the corner, panting. He didn't want to be late for this. He slowed to a fast walk as he caught his breath and fixed his hair with this hands as he neared The Habit. He had dressed for this evening, wearing a white suit, black shoes, and a red handkerchief. He waved as soon as he spotted Truth when he walked into the restaurant.