"You look especially radiant today, my lady. Surely the sun itself would be envious of y–" A charming voice was suddenly cut off by the sounds of gagging, struggling, and then yelling from the same person. "Gah! Ok! OK! Stop–let go! Can't breathe! You're…crushing…me…" In the empty debate hall in Antikythera, there was a woman holding a red-haired man in a headlock as he kicked and flailed on the floor. Releasing him, he slumped onto the ground wheezing while holding his neck. "Just stop. Nobody's going to fall for that one. Ugh, can't you make your flirting a bit…oh I don't know–less flamboyantly sappy?" Shiloh criticized as she watched him gasp for air. "What else am I supposed to do?! That was the best I could come up with! And stop choking me!" The brunette stared back blankly. "Well maybe I would if your pick up lines were less nauseating."
"You do this to me every time! Why?!" Ever since he managed to get her to accept him as a brother figure her routine assaults became even worse! "Because they're bad, and you should feel bad. Why are you so surprised?" Groaning, he threw up his hands. "I'm your older brother! You're not supposed to use choke holds your older brother!" "Why not?" She flatly asked back. "BECAUSE THAT'S NOT HOW LITTLE SISTERS ARE SUPPOSED TO ACT!" He shouted in exasperation. She blinked, still having that stone-face of hers. "But I wrestled with my adoptive brothers all the time and they were fine." "What exactly were your adoptive siblings again?" He glared, crossing his arms. "Mountain trolls." Burying his face in his hands he screamed.
This was his fault. Why did he think asking her to help him practice for his date was a good idea?! "Forget the practice, I'm done. Gods…" Why was she so frustrating? His mood had been completely ruined and he still had an hour before he was supposed to meet Lily. Going into his room he threw himself onto the silk and cotton sheets, yelling into the pillows to vent his irritation. After that he felt better, and went to pick out what he would wear today.
Arri was always warm, so something light would be best. Picking out a silver silk shirt, he spent a few minutes debating whether to go with the pinstripe vest or a solid black waistcoat. He chose the latter, fastened an orange embroidered scarf loosely around his neck, fastened a golden rose pin to the lapel, and matched it with black slacks. He left the cuffs and collar undone for a more casual look, and fixed his hair. Adding a few drops of rose oil and orange blossom water, he slipped on a pair of short black gloves before leaving.
He was early, and nervous. The weather was balmy, and he was thinking up ways to make today's excursion more pleasant. A gondola ride was a classic, idyllic way to spend a few hours, and they could move on from there. "Don't think about her…don't think about her. She'll kill the mood." He muttered under his breath, keeping any stray thoughts of what happened that morning away. Today was going to be a special date with Lily, he wasn't going to let that stubborn deity sour it.