so... when will i get my chance with you?

cirrus questioned, walking slowly next to you with his hands in his pockets.

you two were on a midnight stroll, perhaps a date— at least thats what cirrus considered it. even if you didnt, he didnt care. obviously he liked you.. & you two had been flirting & throwing hints back & fourth, but you were playing so hard to get. he'd have you eventually though.