Once a time and venue have been mutually chosen, and the other necessary details settled on — including an agreement on a dance, arguably the most important detail, along with a teasing promise to not mind however "stiff" Tech might be or become — all that's left is to look forward to their date.
Which K does, feeling remarkably little of the anxiety he'd expected to. There is some, of course, but it's an excited, giddy kind of nervousness, without any of the pressure to conform or perform that's always weighed on him when it comes to interacting with most people. With humans, especially. That Tech prefers him as he is, and even values what he is as much as who he is... it's freeing in a way K's rarely felt. He can only hope Tech is able to feel as comfortable with him.
The day of, K decides to put extra effort into his grooming and goes clean-shaven. It won't last, a fact he very much appreciates, given his inability to grow body hair was an aesthetic decision dictated by his human owner's specifications and not something he retains any control over. At least he has more of a choice when it comes to his facial and head hair, which is why he tends to prefer letting the scruff grow out in the first place. Should he and Tech reach a point where beard burn becomes a possibility, he'll happily take Tech's preferences into consideration too.
Afterward he spends a while carefully choosing his attire, a small gift for his date is slipped into a pocket, and then he finishes up with light dabs of cologne in such a small amount as to only really become noticeable if someone is leaning in close... and that's exactly what he's hoping to encourage. Less is always more when it comes to this, he's found.
K intentionally arrives at the restaurant early, both to ensure he won't leave his date waiting and to get more of a feel for the atmosphere ahead of time. It meets practically all of the conditions Tech envisioned for their date: fancy enough to require reservations well in advance, elegant live music in the evenings, and there's even a terrace with an enchanting (literally) view — which is where their table is. It remains to be seen just how pretentious the food is, though a cursory glance at other diners' sparsely filled plates as he's being led to his and Tech's table reassures him that they'll get to enjoy the experience of overpriced sample sizes. Perfection.
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Which K does, feeling remarkably little of the anxiety he'd expected to. There is some, of course, but it's an excited, giddy kind of nervousness, without any of the pressure to conform or perform that's always weighed on him when it comes to interacting with most people. With humans, especially. That Tech prefers him as he is, and even values what he is as much as who he is... it's freeing in a way K's rarely felt. He can only hope Tech is able to feel as comfortable with him.
The day of, K decides to put extra effort into his grooming and goes clean-shaven. It won't last, a fact he very much appreciates, given his inability to grow body hair was an aesthetic decision dictated by his human owner's specifications and not something he retains any control over. At least he has more of a choice when it comes to his facial and head hair, which is why he tends to prefer letting the scruff grow out in the first place. Should he and Tech reach a point where beard burn becomes a possibility, he'll happily take Tech's preferences into consideration too.
Afterward he spends a while carefully choosing his attire, a small gift for his date is slipped into a pocket, and then he finishes up with light dabs of cologne in such a small amount as to only really become noticeable if someone is leaning in close... and that's exactly what he's hoping to encourage. Less is always more when it comes to this, he's found.
K intentionally arrives at the restaurant early, both to ensure he won't leave his date waiting and to get more of a feel for the atmosphere ahead of time. It meets practically all of the conditions Tech envisioned for their date: fancy enough to require reservations well in advance, elegant live music in the evenings, and there's even a terrace with an enchanting (literally) view — which is where their table is. It remains to be seen just how pretentious the food is, though a cursory glance at other diners' sparsely filled plates as he's being led to his and Tech's table reassures him that they'll get to enjoy the experience of overpriced sample sizes. Perfection.