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WHO: Rean Schwarzer, totally not Crow Armbrust hiding some distance away and anyone who wants to date this loser
WHERE: Various eating establishments around Recollé
WHEN: Anywhere between 2/6 - 2/13
WHAT: Who wants to date Rean Schwarzer? It's not going anywhere, but at least you can get a free meal out of it?
[Welp. Rean can't say he ever saw most of the events of the past few months coming, but actually standing around waiting for more or less a blind date? That's honestly even stranger to him than some of the key missions have been.
Crow basically put out an ad for him, and people actually said yes? What kind of bizarre alternate reality had he entered?
Regardless, here he is, sitting on a bench outside whatever establishment was agreed to meet upon. He's used to the cold, sitting out here in a winter jacket isn't much of a problem for him. If nothing else, it allows him to disguise the slight blush that's settled into his features with the redness brought out by the chilly wind.
He checks his phone nervously every few minutes until whoever he's waiting for shows up. Rean's boring, he just uses a picture of his own face on the app, so whoever's been chatting with him to plan things shouldn't have too hard of a time finding him.
Once he sees someone approaching him, he raises his hand in a short wave and pushes himself to standing with an awkward little smile.]
Hey. Glad you could make it.
WHERE: Various eating establishments around Recollé
WHEN: Anywhere between 2/6 - 2/13
WHAT: Who wants to date Rean Schwarzer? It's not going anywhere, but at least you can get a free meal out of it?
[Welp. Rean can't say he ever saw most of the events of the past few months coming, but actually standing around waiting for more or less a blind date? That's honestly even stranger to him than some of the key missions have been.
Crow basically put out an ad for him, and people actually said yes? What kind of bizarre alternate reality had he entered?
Regardless, here he is, sitting on a bench outside whatever establishment was agreed to meet upon. He's used to the cold, sitting out here in a winter jacket isn't much of a problem for him. If nothing else, it allows him to disguise the slight blush that's settled into his features with the redness brought out by the chilly wind.
He checks his phone nervously every few minutes until whoever he's waiting for shows up. Rean's boring, he just uses a picture of his own face on the app, so whoever's been chatting with him to plan things shouldn't have too hard of a time finding him.
Once he sees someone approaching him, he raises his hand in a short wave and pushes himself to standing with an awkward little smile.]
Hey. Glad you could make it.

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