an empire's fall in just one day [private]

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Fuck, Ryan was nervous about this. He'd been practicing this small speech for a while, but never did he actually think he'd have to seek out Gavin and recite the damn thing. Ryan had a good memory, but when put under pressure his mouth always gave way and he ended up flubbing his words unless he was extraordinarily precise about his words, in which case he sounded more like a robot than a sentient being. River-blue optics scanning around him in an almost timid manner, Ryan slunk from one decrepit shed to the next in search of Gavin. God, Ryan felt like he was in his awkward teen stage again trying to fumble his way through asking Mary to some shitty little dance his family had organized. A thin, vaguely amused expression briefly flitted across his features. "Gavin, hey, can we talk?" The fox finally called out after realizing he wasn't going to be able to find the green male by just poking around every nook and cranny in the creaking sheds. And knowing Ryan's luck, Gavin was probably off in the woods or hanging out with Michael or something far away from where Ryan was, looking for the Peacekeeper. "Nothing bad, I promise." The fox quickly interjected after he realized his words might sound more like he was out to reprimand Gavin rather then ask the Brit on a date.

[hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * CHIEF * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
[color=transparent] #givemeyourmilk [/fancypost]

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Ryan's muscles visibly tensed at the sound of Gavin's voice, the fox whipping toward the green male as his blue eyes quickly flashed what could almost easily be identified as nervousness. Who could really blame Ryan, though? Despite all of his quips and risque jokes, it wasn't like Ryan to open up to others very easily- in fact, he typically tried to keep his private life very private. "Uh, hey, Gavin." The Chief stumbled over his words slightly, offering an equally awkward smile as he was unsure how else to express himself. Fumbling with the grass underneath his paws, Ryan swallowed thickly before continuing. "So, I was wondering..." Ryan trailed off, pursing his lips slightly. No, that'd be a horrible way to ask. "I mean, you know how..." Once more Ryan's voice faltered, but this time he didn't change his thoughts. "You know how I have a thing for you?" His eyes flicked around rapidly as silence fell between them, the fox still having to build up his courage despite half of the battle already being over. Finally he lifted his gaze from his paws to fix firmly on Gavin, attempting to make eye contact with Gavin's. "Would you be willing to go out with me?" For being such a flirt, this was possibly the worst romantic situation Ryan had ever subjected anyone to: the sadder part was that this time it was actually genuine instead of some sort of teasing act.

[hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * CHIEF * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
[color=transparent] #givemeyourmilk [/fancypost]

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8][soRRY FOR THE LATE REPLY ;A;]

Ryan's throat nearly closed at Gavin's response, although the fox's jubilation was blatant across his features when Gavin finally spoke. At first the fox had been concerned that he'd done something wrong considering the silence that sat briefly between them: even if had only been a few seconds tops, it spread out like a vast desert and felt almost agonizing to Ryan. A broad grin stretched across his features as Gavin accepted his offer with enthusiasm, and Ryan had no hesitation in springing forward and moving to wrap his forelimbs around Gavin and pull him in for a hug. It was far from a romantic moment, but rather a physical sign of the Chief's appreciation in the form of a bear hug. "That's great!" He barked loudly, without giving too much thought as to what his words were at the moment. All that particularly mattered to Ryan was that Gavin had accepted and that his room would no longer be so alone at night or barren to outside forces. Pulling back from Gavin, Ryan gave his boyfriend- God, how long would it take him to get used to that phrase?- a broad grin once more. "I, uh, admittedly didn't give much thought beyond this though. Do you have anything particular in mind?" While Ryan didn't think that Gavin would shoot him down, he certainly didn't think that the Council Member would accept, either.

[hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * CHIEF * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
[color=transparent] #givemeyourmilk [/fancypost]