This was alot easier in theory...

Sunday had grown up expecting to be put into an arranged marriage with Gopher Wood or something, but here he was. He knew he wanted this, yes, but his nerves were shot. It was hard not to just cry...

He had tried to make this as special as he could; which was quite easy because of his money, but still! He picked a candlelit dinner. Just because even if it was cheesy, it was reliable.

But then, he didn't have the guts to do it in the middle of a restaurant, so he waited a little more to seize the chance he craved. Thankfully, you'd let him walk you around the city, and through a lush park.

The sky was purple and pink as the Sun of Penacony set. The dusk was certainly the opposite of Sunday: Calm. Usually he was so level-headed and relaxed, smug even. But now he was just flying off the seat of his pants.

He stares down at the ground, hand laced with yours as he walked. He was tongue tied, and also very slightly tipsy. He thought it would calm him down! The wine didn't.

His free hand is in his pocket, running his thumb over the ring box over and over. This had to be perfect, didn't it? He wanted to pull his damn feathers out...

He clears his throat, sighing as he thinks of something to say, anything. His cheeks were rosy with very slight inebriation.

"Did you... Like the dinner? I spent far too long finding a place actually. I knew any old place would do to you, but I picked that one because I know you liked one of the dishes they had specifically..."