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The Telescope Dome, Tuesday Evening

Jeremy wasn't a guy who went back on his word or did date-type things in a half-assed manner. He'd dressed well, and had a table for two set out within the little observatory on the dorm roof. What was being served was covered with some of those shiny dome things for now, but it was going to be good. Of course it was, he'd ~~handwavily~~ gotten it from one of the dining establishments on the island on special order.

He also had something else, a little surprise hidden away, but that was for later. Now all he needed was Caroline, and he'd be set.

While he waited, he made sure everything was perfect.

[ooc: Just for his daaate!]

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Jeremy wasn't left waiting long. After getting beautified courtesy of the sorority, Caroline had not wasted time as she'd readied herself in what she considered the perfect indoor stargazing skirt and tank (paired with a jacket and scarf because she was so that type of hipster).

Greeted by the sight of an adorable table and cute boy, she smiled and tossed her hair happily. "Well look at this. A boy who really can deliver on promises."

A smile spread on Jeremy's face as he saw her. "Told you," he said, and it wasn't even all that smug. "I'm not all talk. Which I think means you'll have to believe me when I say you look very pretty."

Which was easy to say sincerely, because she did.

"No arguments here," Caroline replied teasingly. "But sincerity will get you everywhere. Well, almost everywhere. And it means more coming from a guy who seems to dress for success." She liked the look.

Jeremy glanced briefly down at himself and his clothes – he'd foregone a tie but definitely looked a lot more sophisticated than most guys his age – then smirked a little.

"Well, I like to make an effort." It also meant he was a total girl when he went shopping for clothes. "It's a date, after all."

"So girls should be aware that the moment it's not a date you'll be hanging around in sweats and a wife-beater? I'm going to keep that in mind, Jeremy," she said, always teasing.

Jeremy laughed. "Of course not," he said, teasing or not. Please, he barely knew what a wifebeater was. It wasn't a part of the Darling world. Even his dad had an affinity for crisp pink shirts with red suspenders, for crying out loud. "I promise, I'll always be presentable. It's a Darling thing."

"That's a pleasant family thing," Caroline replied thoughtfully. "Now I'm imagining pinstripe pajamas and cute fuzzy slippers."

"My pajamas are actually planet-print," Jeremy said, as if that was a huge secret, though he was smirking. "But I make them... nighttime presentable?"

How presentable could you be in pajamas, anyway?

"So you take your interest in the planets to bed with you, interesting." Planet pajamas were not exactly Caroline's thing, but she did have some cow slippers that no one needed to know about.

"Well, that depends on what else I'm taking into bed with me," Jeremy smirked. "the planets aren't my priority, but they can come if there's nothing else."

"Aww, they're like desperation planets." And potentially spoke of his experience level.

Jeremy's level of experience was pretty good for a guy his age. His maturity level in choice of comfortable sleepwear, not so much.

"Nah, they're just regular planets," he decided, then gestured first at the telescope, then at the table. "So, would you like to stargaze or have non-breakfast foods first?"

"I so vote for the crazy combo," Caroline said, making her way to the table to see if she couldn't peek at what was under the silver domes. "Unless stargazing wasn't meant to be messy with syrup."

"Oh, I'm sure we can make stargazing be whatever you want it to be," Jeremy replied with a smile as he moved to uncover the things set out on the table. There was a big stack of fresh, pretty damn delicious looking waffles on a plate, a container of syrup (of course), a small bowl of whipped cream, and even another small bowl with strawberries. He'd made an effort.

"Does this look to be to your liking?"

"Oh wow, it's completely the ideal breakfast...for dinner," she grinned, sticking a fingertip in the whipped cream and having a taste. "Mmm, okay, so am I going to offend you by actually eating? Because I really do love food." Helped with avoiding craving ripping open the gorgeous vein of his neck and having a feast thing.

And that would be a mood killer, if anything. Better to stick with the breakfast dinner.

"Of course not, I got it here to be eaten," he grinned back at her, even going so far as picking up a plate and offering it to her. "I think i'd rather be offended if you didn't wanna eat it."

Well, probably not.

She accepted the plate and made herself a totally silverware-free plate where she could dip pieces of waffle into pools of topping. "So Jeremy, what sort of stars are you showing me tonight?"

"Well, will you object to planets?" Jeremy wondered as he was moving over to the telescope. "'Cause Jupiter's supposed to be pretty bright right now."

"Not at all!" she answered, following him with her plate. Okay and if she ate while he talked no one could really fault her. It wasn't like she couldn't pay attention while chewing (unlike some people). "Jupiter...now I don't actually know much about this stuff. Astronomy wasn't a big thing at my school. Is that the big one or the one with rings?"

"It's the big one," he replied, leaning over the telescope to start looking through it and adjust it until he found what he was looking for. Or something else he found pretty. "The one with the rings is Saturn. Astronomy wasn't really a school thing for me, either. I've just... kinda always liked looking up at the stars."

"Isn't there a saying about people who are always looking up? Not like, about them tripping and falling, but about how they're eternal optimists or something?" Caroline asked, watching him with interest.

"I've heard something like that, though I have a brother who would say it's more likely we trip all over our own feet," Jeremy replied, looking up briefly to flash her a quick smile. "Weird because he's a priest, so he deals a lot with stuff from above."

"A priest?" There was some serious shock on her face. "Does that make your family like, super religious and stuff?" Caroline was still a little freaked out by religion what with her new status and a lot of those people being the ones trying to murder her.

Jeremy managed to mostly miss that shock, eye on the sky. "No," he replied easily. "I think Brian maybe got into the whole priest thing to annoy Dad, really."

Because obviously he'd been expected to go into business, but apparently he didn't want to worship at the altar of money. Go figure.

"Awesome," she said, relieved by that response. "I mean, good for him, finding his calling and...stuff." Yes, Caroline was horrified by the sound of her response and decided to move on as quickly as possible, even if it meant moving closer to try and distract with her feminine ways. "So, did you find something to show me?"

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