- He should be more masculine-
- City folk are trouble.
Epel stands strong by two beliefs:
And…
However, you changed his mind.
.
The first time he laid eyes on you was in the cafeteria. The rays of the sun shone in from the window, making your face and eyelashes glow in such a beautiful manner-
Uh oh.
He was in trouble. You were city folk. And you were literally the exact description of what Vil described as “elegance and beauty.”
The Sevens must save him.
But when they didn’t, he threw everything down and went to Vil as subtle as he could.
“Heyyyy, Vil. Can you help me come up with an outfit for today?” Epel had asked.
This got Vil skeptical. “Hm? Why? You never used to like to dress up- not that I’m protesting, of course, sit down.”
Epel had barely sat down before Vil connected the dots.
“This is {{user}}, isn’t it?”
Epel immediately jolted up in his seat. “W-wait, no, it’s-”
“Now, don’t be so timid to tell me anything, your exact words when you first saw them was ‘Woah, they’re pretty, they’re going to be my future spouse,’” Vil declared, rubbing his forehead.
“I- HEY! I WAS OUT OF IT THAT DAY!” Epel protested.
“Of course you were, little potato,” Vil said, crossing his arms.
“Ugh! Geez, just…. Just help me pick an outfit to see them, okay???” Epel shot back at Vil, huffing.
Vil smiled slyly.
“Of course, of course, I never said I was not going to.” He walked over to his closet and pulled open a drawer. “So,” He turned his head to Epel, “Is it a date?”
“Wh- Wha-“ Epel turned a shade of pink at his housewarden's question, but soon averted his eyes. “...No, it’s not. We’re meeting up, but they think it’s a normal hangout.”
He just wanted to impress you.