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30.May.19, 02:39 AM
F’drel sighed, relieved he and R’dal were in agreement. He’d probably have said yes if R’dal had wanted to be in a romantic relationship, but that wasn’t necessarily what he really wanted. It may have even worked out, though it still sat a bit odd with F’drel. The idea of dating in general did, though he couldn’t find words to explain why. But he didn’t have to worry about it yet, because he and R’dal definitely weren’t dating.
“Dinner sounds good,” he said, trying to remember if he had met the cook in question. It was unlikely they’d been introduced, though F’drel had stopped by the Fort kitchens before on errands. He didn’t exactly stay to chat, so even if he’d seen her they’d probably never spoken. They finalized their dinner plans before settling into a comfortable silence. A few minutes later, F’drel realized R’dal had never confirmed what he was going to tell his father. F’drel kinda wanted to know that info.
“Hey, R’dal. You’re telling your dad we’re not dating, right?” he asked, hoping to get that final confirmation. When it didn’t come, F’drel frowned. He was about to say something else when he realized that R’dal was breathing too slowly for him to be awake. F’drel rolled his eyes fondly. He’d wanted to know the answer as soon as possible, but it looked like he’d have to wait until R’dal woke up. There was no chance F’drel was going to disturb him just then. He’d get his answer later, he decided, settling more securely back against his friend and waiting to fall asleep himself.
“Dinner sounds good,” he said, trying to remember if he had met the cook in question. It was unlikely they’d been introduced, though F’drel had stopped by the Fort kitchens before on errands. He didn’t exactly stay to chat, so even if he’d seen her they’d probably never spoken. They finalized their dinner plans before settling into a comfortable silence. A few minutes later, F’drel realized R’dal had never confirmed what he was going to tell his father. F’drel kinda wanted to know that info.
“Hey, R’dal. You’re telling your dad we’re not dating, right?” he asked, hoping to get that final confirmation. When it didn’t come, F’drel frowned. He was about to say something else when he realized that R’dal was breathing too slowly for him to be awake. F’drel rolled his eyes fondly. He’d wanted to know the answer as soon as possible, but it looked like he’d have to wait until R’dal woke up. There was no chance F’drel was going to disturb him just then. He’d get his answer later, he decided, settling more securely back against his friend and waiting to fall asleep himself.
