Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24387293-20160304005000/@comment-3991308-20160305091026

Icarus didn't know why he kept agreeing to go on all the blind dates Cupid set up. Between schoolwork, worrying about the future and extracurriculars, he didn't even know how he found the time for dates.

Still, he agreed to them. After all, there was no harm in going to them, right?

He stood at the perimeter of the Enchanted Forest, a bouquet of flowers tucked in his arm. Girls generally appreciated flowers, and Icarus made sure to turn up early. Bad first impressions were always hard to get past.

His phone lit up with a text – not from the girl he was going to see (Charmaine or something, right?), but from a backgrounder in one of those ballet legacies. Icarus couldn't recall her name, it was saved under a purple heart on his phone. She was asking him if he could make it to her dance practise to play the piano for him.

''sorry. im busy. he replied. i'll make it up to you, okay, dearest?''