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𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: preference.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: where your first date would be.
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: none.
𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃: not a specific mood just fluff maybe.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: they/them (applies for any gender).
𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀/𝐍: none.
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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬.
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𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘!
-Takes you to the lake where he sets up the cutest little picnic, with jam sandwiches and peaches and apple juice.
-He secretly has been planning for a while now, and had help from the other dead poets.
-It's a nice day, so you two lie down on the grass and point out the interesting cloud shapes, talking about literally everything.
-he recites poetry, and even makes his own poetry up (which is, unsurprisingly, very good).
-You watch as the sunlight hits his face in the most godly way, making him look like a perfect marble-cut statue.
-Todd and Charlie are secretly watching from the woods and are so relieved when you two kiss, proving their efforts to be worth it.
-He holds your hand firmly, and you feel at home. As if a person, whose simple existence, could feel like warm socks, and gentle rain and a crackling fire all at once.
-You guys come back to the school at dusk, where he surprises you with a bouquet of fresh flowers (very gentleman-like)
-Later, when you are back in your room, you realize that the flowers are the same ones that you had been wearing in your pocket when you first met(:
