[the next week, Wander finally had time to bring Hater on that date he promised, tho Hater wasn't exactly sure wat to wear]
Wander: (looking at himself in the mirror, wearing his suit choice; black jacket with black pants, black shoes and blue bowtie)
Hater: [was with Peepers in his room, n was kinda fretting abt wat to wear] Ugh, I've nvr been on a date before. I can't wear this Breeder robes. I need to wear something nicer than this
Peepers: (watching him pace)
Hater: Wat do u think I should wear, Peeps? Oh who am I kidding? I can't go, I only had the clothes on my bk wen I came here. I don't hv anything else. Why did I even agree on this date? [kept on rambling]
Peepers: (thinks...) (idea) (snaps his fingers to get Hater's attention)
Hater: [rambled a little more before he heard the finger snaps] Wat? Wat is it?
Peepers: (writes) My mother had taught me a bit of sewing, perhaps I can help fix up your robe a little bit.
Hater: U sure? Our date is in abt an hour, can u make it?
Peepers: (writes) It's worth a shot.
Hater: [nodded] OK, I trust u on this [took off his robes to give it to Peepers, standing there only in his boxers]
Peepers: (takes it and writes) Do we have a sewing kit around here?
Hater: [scratched his chin] I might've seen one somewhere inside this closet wen I first moved in here [dug deep thru the closet, then fished out a big biscuit tin] I think it's in here
Peepers: (nod)
Hater: [opens the tin to chk] Yup, here it is [hands it to Peepers]
Peepers: (takes the kit and gets to work)
Hater: [sat next to him, twiddling his thumbs nervously]
Peepers: (worked for a few minutes) ... :) (holds it up for Hater to see)
Hater: [takes it n has a look]
Peepers: :) (writes) How do you like it?
Hater: [considered it a little before smiling] (nod) This looks great. I like it. Who knew u had it in u, huh?
Peepers: (flushes a little)
Hater: Ur mom sure taught u well tho. Ur father was a fool to treat her the way he did
Peepers: (writes) Mind you, he used to be a good father.
Hater: I know, all men do until they get addicted to booze or drugs. Why did ur dad start drinking anyways?
Peepers: (writes) It's... something about stress from his job, I guess...he hadn't been making a lot of money...
Hater: Wat did he do? I assume by the number of Watchdogs here in this ship, he'd prolly be with Master's crew
Peepers: (writes) We didn't know about this whole crew thing at the time being.
Hater: Guess not. Maybe I could ask Master abt it [puts the robe on] So, how do I look?
Peepers: (like) (gives thumbsup)
Hater: Thanks again. I'll make sure to get u something after our date later [blushed] Oh gob, I can't believe I just said "date". I'm going on a date with my Master...
Peepers: (writes) You'll do just fine.
Hater: U... U think so? Wat if I screw it up...? [still unsure]
Peepers: (pets his arm in comfort)
Hater: [takes a deep breath] Let's just get this over with then. Wish me luck, Peeps
Peepers: (writes) Luck. ^^
Hater: [chuckled, then fistbumped Peepers shoulder before going to Wander's room, knocking on his door]
Wander: (looks up) Come in.
Hater: [comes in, fidgeting awkwardly] H-Hey... U ready...?
Wander: (turns to him) Ready when you're ready.
Hater: [opened the door to fully reveal his outfit] I... Uh, I had some work done... Hope I'm not underdressed...
Wander: (looks him over) ...Nope, seems fine. :) You had help with that?
Hater: (nod) Yeah, Peeps helped me out a little, coz this is the only clothes I've got... [blushed awkwardly]
Wander: (giggle)
Hater: [pouted] Shall we go now, before I change my mind?
Wander: (nod) Let's. (holds out his hand for Hater to take)
Hater: [hesitated a little before taking Wander's hand, making their way to the ship entrance]
Wander: (squeezes Hater's hand)
[the computer landed the ship on Planet Louvre n opened the entrance hatch for them]
Computer: Arriving Planet Louvre. Enjoy ur day, Lord Wander
Wander: (nod) Thank you, Computer.
Hater: Geez, I still can't get used to the fact that this ship is sentient, sorta
Wander: (chuckles, leading Hater off the ship)
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