Maelia tried to keep from imagining what M looked like without his pants on, without anything on for that matter and was failing miserably. She coughed, fanning her face where M couldn't see. "Dinner? Yes. Oh–yes. Drinks." She coughed again. "Yes let's do that."
M turned a darker shade of red and scuffed his feet into the dirt. He shoveled a tiny pile of it in front of it.
“Right… Where do you want to go?” It took all he had to keep his voice level.
"Oh um…well, I've never been here before so you'll have to tell me." Maelia said as she finally turned to look at M once more. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks still pink but she looked lovely.
M curled his hands together. “We can just go to Cameron’s. He has a bar and everything.”
She smiled again. "Very well! Lead the way, M." Maelia clasped her hands behind her back so he would be unable to see them shaking a bit.
M nodded and meandered across the pool to his shoes, slipping the tourture devices back on.
“Right. It’s this way.” He gestured vaguely and started walking.
Maelia tripped over the hem of her gown as she hastened to keep up with M's stride. She caught herself against his shoulder and smiled apologetically. "Dresses are a pain." She said in explanation.
M turned on his heel the instant her mind rushed with panic with the catch, his eyes wide.
“O-oh. Are you okay? Should I slow down?”
"I'm fine!" Maelia said, scooping down to adjust her hem so she wouldn't trip on it again. "There. All better." She said with a smile at M. She gently looped her arm through his.
M grinned faintly, nodding. “Good. It’s only just a few minute’s walk.” He started to walk again, patting one of his hips nervously.
"Is everything okay?" She asked carefully, peeking up at him from under her lashes. They were both nervous wrecks apparently.
“Oh, yes.” M smiled lightly, trying not to appear like he was falling apart. He hated walking at night, and he had just been checking for his gun.
Maelia certainly was more observant that she appeared. Catching the strain in M's face as they walked. "Are you sure?" She squeezed his bicep comfortingly. "I'll protect you." The promise whispered fiercely with a teasing lit.
M chewed on his lips, nodding. “Yeah. This city’s the safest around.” I have nothing to be worried about…
(But like is someone about to attack them???)
Maelia pulled herself a little closer to M as they walked, causing his side to warm considerably. She hummed. "Then there is nothing to stress about."
(No M is just v suspicious
It’s ok nothing’s gonna happen.)
M smiled faintly despite his knawing worry. “Right. Nothing to stress about…” He sighed deeply.
(I mean….plot point…..)
(But… Isla…)
(no city is crime free)
(but it's your city!)
(I know it’s my city, it’s tru.
But I can do something that is related to M shooting someone if you want.)
(oh dang. Girl pack on the dramaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
(Imean I’m just saying like it’s a city with the most royal guard and detective eye so it doesn’t happen much. But anyway I was thinking all day about a crime I could walk us through if you want.)
(Sure! bring it on! Just trying to add some plot ya know?)
(Sure thing! I’m planning to make M a total boss xD)
(I would expect nothing less. :P)
(:p i haven’t showed off his bossiness)
(Please do. I feel like maelia is much too dominant lol)
(Lmao. M is technically submissive soooooo)
(Anyway let me write something out.)
M lead her through the peaceful town of Isla. The sun, Urli, sunk beneath the quiet, pinkening waves as M pronounced to her Cameron’s resturaunt. It was lit quite dim but the doors were still open and the cool AC was inviting on their sweaty faces. He stood by her side as he walked into the resturant. The resturant was a slate-gray and eggshell blue mix, with the seats being the eggshell and the floors and wall being the slate. The fixtures were a milky white color. There were pictures of famous peoples who have visited the resturant, such as actors, singers, and even the King, his husband, and M (who was grinning up at the camera with a sprout of asparagus sticking from his mouth (he really likes asparagus)). All of the photos were signed.
They were greeted by the greeter, who sat them in a booth. They wished them a fine stay before stepping off.
However, M did not feel he would have a fine stay. Something felt off to him. As if something had fallen over and someone had left it like that. His eyes flitted around the resturant and he even sunk in his seat. His eyes strayed on a few individuals at the bar, to a lonely man sitting at a wire retro-themed table, to a younger woman twirling her hair as she looked at her phone, her ruby lips turned up in a smile.
