Confessions and relationships were not something Alexander thought about, for the most part he was already completely oblivious. He did not understand those kind of emotions, and stacked on top of his preset aloofness was choice events that only solidified his avoidance from the whole thing.

Granted, he'd come to terms for finding himself more than endeared by the spunky apprentice of Bastille, intrigued by him at the declaration that if he won his battle against the sun, he would demand servitude for a week. Of course, there was no way Oni would be able to win at that, but it was still funny nonetheless. And the sun was a massive pain in the ass.

He was sitting on the floor, cross legged, when the knock on the door caught his attention. He snapped out of his trance, in the middle of attempted meditation. He stood up, opening the door with a small smile. He pushed some strands of long black hair behind his ear, one of the rare times he had it down. He would have tied it up before leaving the house, but this was a bit of an unexpected visit. "Hello Oni. This is unexpected, do you need something?"

Oh, a picnic? Alex raised his eyebrows, surprised by the request. He wouldn't say no, the idea of a picnic and staring at the clouds sounded relaxing to say the least, something he could use now more than ever. It would be nice to shrug off his stress, at least for a little while. That's when he had a realization, he hadn't gotten around to doing anything fun. Ever.

He watched them comb through their hair for a moment, gently admiring the dirty blonde waves. They looked so soft, so fluffy. He would have liked to bounce them on his hands, his own hair was simply too flat to do such a thing. But theirs was cute, even if that was not something he'd think they'd like to hear, based off their personality.

"This is...unexpected." He would have never taken Oni for the picnicking type, but here they were, asking about one. And was their face a little pink? "I'd love to. Just don't try and fight the clouds." A subtle smirk crossed his face, taking on a lighthearted tone as evidence he was only teasing.

Thea had been on the same patrol, and had spotted Oni and Alexander as well, raising a pale hand in a wave, and an invite to join the patrol, when Bast spoke. Confusion entered her gaze, and she protested, "Wait, why? Shouldn't we say hi-" It took a few moments for Oni's words to actually sink in, and what they meant, and with a squeak, she followed.

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Oh. This was happening. Alex's eyes widened in surprise when Oni turned and headed straight for the picnic area he'd set up, apparently everything was already set up, at least enough to jump straight into it. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, a habit brought on by nervousness, and walked beside them with the occasional glance.

He watched them sit first, idly standing before gradually settling himself down onto the blanket in an awkwardly stiff manner. Even when he situated himself on the picnic blanket, his spine was stiffly upright. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with their presence or anything, he was just uncomfortable in general with being in public, and actually having to deal with emotion. And he was just naturally so, so awkward.

"I-" He flinched and cut himself off when Bastille and Thea caught his attention, the sudden departure as soon as they had arrived causing him to feel a sense of anxiety greater than what he was already dealing with, grabbing handfuls of his own long hair and burying his face into them, covering it up completely. "I do not fully understand affection." He mumbled after a long moment of silence, letting go of most of his hair, leaving behind a bit of messiness. His olive cheeks were reddened slightly, a small intent visible in his cheek where he was aggressively biting at it. He didn't know if it was embarrassment, romantic feelings, or just the idea of involuntarily spreading his own awkwardness to the others who happened to walk past. "Not that it matters, I am too isolated for anyone to like. Too awkward. Too....quiet." He could go on forever, surely.

He held one of the drink bottles, crossing his legs to seem more casual. Poor Alex, oblivious as always.