#((and honestly; it's genuinely a miracle that emily *didn't* lose her mind in the early days of her vampirism))

[theheadlessgroom]

"I-I'd love to!"

Randall's heart leaped at the suggestion; it didn't matter that it was so short-notice, and so soon after this first date. After all, it wasn't like he had much planned for this day off, honestly; for the most part on his free days, he played it by ear. Sleeping in, lazing about the house, taking it easy, leisurely meals with his folks...it was all very nice, but an evening spent with her sounded like heaven.

"U-Uh, I-I have a Bride of Frankenstein model kit I haven't opened yet," he added; another discounted kit he was able to get his hands on; he had the Monster, but not his Bride yet. "Uh, I-I could bring that and my paints, and if there's anything else you might like me to bring over for dinner, uh, any drinks or dessert or something like that, I can!"

He almost suggested painting his London After Midnight kit he'd gotten for his birthday that spring (a surprise gift from his parents he was thrilled to receive), but he held off on suggesting it-vampires didn't seem to be her favorite monsters, and so he offered the Bride as an option instead, hoping she'd like that better.

@beatingheart-bride

Emily wasn't the only one wishing the night would never end: As they all sat together, chatting away, his parents quickly warming up to this curious young woman their son had brought home, Randall found himself similarly wishing the night would go on, never to end. Even as he eyed the clock as it chimed from its place on the mantle, he wished he could stay up all night with the lovely woman by his side. He knew he'd be dragging his feet tomorrow (even if it was still his day off), but it'd be more than worth it in his opinion.

But all good things must come to an end, and so eventually the Pace parents were preparing to head off to bed-but not before thanking Emily for coming by, June commenting, "I'm very glad you stopped by, dear, I hope we'll see you again! If you'd like to join us for dinner sometime, we'd be more than happy to have you at our table."

Randall visibly brightened at the prospect of Emily coming over for dinner one of these nights (though he also made a note to himself to let his mother know about her garlic allergy, so that they could prepare accordingly); he'd have to give her a call one of these nights, see if she'd be open to it...

"W-Would you like me to walk you home, Emily?" Randall offered, tone sweet and chivalrous as he fiddled with his shirt cuff, hoping she would say yes-it wasn't that he didn't think she could get home by herself, he was just hoping to milk as much time with her as he could...