GOOEY — open, asking stocking out

[madster]

oh, there she was. his expression softened, greeted by the familiar warmth spreading from his stomach. this feeling comforted his anxiety in the same way her presence comforted him. as she approached, though, the panic spread back through him. he was angry, gross, and she was a literal angel. she was literally an angel. sure, she was fallen and all that, but still... she had those divine wings on her back, and everything about her was just heavenly. she was a goddess, and he was a pitiful dirty peasant.

oh, and aya was there, too. he had an audience, huh? he begun to shake at the knowledge. of course stocking wouldn't want to go on a date him. it was stupid to even think. and now, he was going to get rejected and aya would watch. sweating bullets, the medic turned his red eyes back to stocking.

"l-listen," he stammered out, trembling. "i... i really like you, so..." this was really happening. his head hurt and the world went blurry, his gaze dropping to the ground, clearly panicked. who knew something as lighthearted as a confession of love would send him spiraling? "do you want to... be my girlfriend?" he asked, and then promptly fainted.

what a gentleman he was.

a few seconds later, he was conscious again, except on the ground. "i'm alright." he clarified, still panicked. "so, uh... you game?"