- Messages
- 250
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Akihiro) (Straight
- Wand
- Curved 13 Inch Swishy Ebony Wand with Demiguise Hair Core
- Age
- 02/2043 (18)
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Giulia still felt like she had stepped into someone else's life. This couldn't really be happening to her. Boys like Aikihiro Chen didn't talk to girls like her. The whole time she had been getting ready she spent bracing herself for when he inevitably didn't show up, and when he had, with a flower... how was she supposed to react to that? She had felt like she was in a fantasy this whole time, a handsome, popular boy, dressed as a prince, taking her on a date. She felt choked with nerves, sentences dying in her throat even if she had been confident expressing herself properly in English. When he asked what she wanted to do, Giulia did her best to smile, a feeble, messy thing even she could tell wasn't entirely convincing. "Oh, whatever you like!" She said, too quickly, then immediately regretted it. What if this was a ploy? Was he going to try to drown her in the apple bobbing area, or abandon her in the tent? Were his friends waiting to dump blood on her???? Letting him choose the activity had been a big mistake, but it was too late to go back now.
Giulia still felt like she had stepped into someone else's life. This couldn't really be happening to her. Boys like Aikihiro Chen didn't talk to girls like her. The whole time she had been getting ready she spent bracing herself for when he inevitably didn't show up, and when he had, with a flower... how was she supposed to react to that? She had felt like she was in a fantasy this whole time, a handsome, popular boy, dressed as a prince, taking her on a date. She felt choked with nerves, sentences dying in her throat even if she had been confident expressing herself properly in English. When he asked what she wanted to do, Giulia did her best to smile, a feeble, messy thing even she could tell wasn't entirely convincing. "Oh, whatever you like!" She said, too quickly, then immediately regretted it. What if this was a ploy? Was he going to try to drown her in the apple bobbing area, or abandon her in the tent? Were his friends waiting to dump blood on her???? Letting him choose the activity had been a big mistake, but it was too late to go back now.