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Crowe was pulled out of her thoughts by a sudden ache in her back as she was slammed down on the training mat.
“What is up with you today Crowe?” Nyx asked. “Your not usually this out of touch with reality.”
“Nothing, just been thinking.” She replied.
“I don’t trust that for a second, the hell has you thinking so hard?” He asked.
“That’s non of your business Nyx.”
“Fine. Not my problem” he replied.
“I’m gonna get my stuff and head home. Is Libertus still up for dinner at Yamachangs on Saturday?” She asked.
“Yeah he’s still on, don’t die on the way home!” Nyx yelled as Crowe walked away.
Crowe grabbed her coat, phone, and keys before heading over to the comms room.
“Pelna, do you have a few minutes?” Crowe asked as she knocked on the door.
“Yeah, come on in.” He responded
“Whats up?” He asked as she sat down in the chair to the right of him.
“I just had a question.” Crowe said.
“Shoot.”
“How do I ask somebody out?” Crowe asked quickly under her breath.
“Can you repeat that?” Pelna asked, “I couldn’t hear you.”
“How do I ask somebody out?” She asked more composed.
“Depends on who you wanna ask out.”
After a 25 minute conversation where Pelna found out about how Crowe had become friends with Noctis and how she had developed feelings for him, she had an answer. She made herself a plan on how to ask him out next time she saw him.
“So Crowe… did you get your shit figured out over night?” Nyx asked her the next morning.
“Yeah, I got my shit figured out. I have no plan of getting distracted from training today.” She responded.
“I’m gonna guess your back is killing you.” He said.
“You would be right about that.” She replied.
As Crowe said, she had no plans on getting distracted and ended up taking Nyx to the mat.
“That’s revenge for making pestering me yesterday.” She told him as she helped him up.
“Fair.” He said.
A bit of training later, Nyx had to leave for gate duty (once again for going against orders) which left Crowe some time to go over her plan again. She would go out and pick up a good vegetable free sandwich, then find Noctis. After that it could be easy. The hardest part would be waiting for her shift to end. She quickly buttoned up her glaive jacket and walked at a brisk pace towards the glaive entrance of the Citadel. She found her guard spot about 150 feet from the entrance, planted her feet shoulder width apart, and folded her arms behind her back. With that, 5 hours of guard duty began. Crowe had forgotten how ungodly bored she gets on guard duty, especially when she’s the only one there. About 3 hours into her duty, she noticed something strange. The doors leading outside were being opened. She pulled out her daggers and moved quickly and quietly towards the doors, before ducking behind a column. Some could compare her to a coeurl stalking it’s prey. She was, however, take by surprise when the person sneaking in the as none other than the Crown Prince himself. She was panicking, she hadn’t had time to set up everything she was planning to do. “I’m just gonna wing it” she told herself.” She stepped out from behind the column and placed her daggers back in their hidden spots. “You know, you gave me quite a startle.” Crowe said as Noctis jumped back and summoned his sword. “Oh thank the six it’s only you Crowe, you scared the shit out of me.” “I scared the shit out of you? You scared the shit out of me.” “And how did I do that?” Noctis asked her. “Yeah, you suddenly opening a door that’s never used at this time is gonna startle someone pretty bad.” Crowe answered.
“My bad, didn’t mean to startle you Crowe.” Noctis told her as he put a hand on the back of his neck.
“Maybe you can pay it back to me by going out to dinner with me tonight.” Crowe suggested.
“Oh, and where would we go if I agreed to this ‘make up’ dinner?” Noctis asked with a small smile.
“I know a pretty good Tenebraen restaurant a few miles out, should you say yes.” Crowe said with her own small smile.
“I’m up for dinner, what time do you wanna go?” Noctis asked.
“My shift ends at 7pm, can we meet here at 8pm so I can truly take you out to dinner?” Crowe asked him.
“It’s a date.”