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[sayshazam]

Billy wasn't going to puke. He 100%, positively, definitely, wasn't going to throw up because he was so nervous. Probably. He had faced super scary supervillains so he could totally show up at Isabelle's door and ask her out on a date. That was it. No biggie.

Except it was big because rejection would totally suck. No matter how much he told himself he would survive the rejection it would still suck. You could still be friends with someone if they turned you down for a date, right? Yeah, he was sure you could.

Plus, Alec had told Billy it was okay to ask Isabelle, which meant she wasn't currently dating someone or secretly hated Billy and would laugh in his face if he asked her out. At least he hoped Alec would have warned him about that.

Earlier he had texted Isabelle to ask if he could come over to her place and hang out for a bit and she had agreed. Now he was committed and there was no turning back from this. He had actually debated on bringing flowers but that kind of seemed like the sort of thing that he should bring on the actual date. If it happened.

Stopping outside her door he did a smell check of his breath and armpits before he did his best to calm himself. He probably still seemed nervous but not as nervous as he was earlier. He had fought the Crime Syndicate, he could totally ask out the most amazing, fun, gorgeous girl ever.

"I'm so doomed," he mumbled to himself before knocking on Isabelle's door.

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[seveninches]

It is, Isabelle notes, the first time Billy has asked her to hang out without some kind of weird surprise. Instead of a magic cave or a shady dock on the outskirts of town, he's asked to come to her apartment. Her apartment, which is still in the process of being madly redecorated. She's not sure what to do with half of the things she'd ended up buying, so a lot of it is strewn haphazardly around, but she has managed to do up a fair bit of it. There are new curtains, new table settings and odds and ends to brighten the place up a bit, and a hefty dose of glitter and colour over everything.

It is, quite frankly, a mess. She's standing with her hands on her hips in the middle of the living room, trying to work out how to make it presentable when she hears a knock on the door.

"Oh well," she murmurs to herself. She tried, and she doesn't think Billy will care that much. Probably he'll just make fun of her.

Isabelle heads over to the door, opening it to find Billy standing on her threshold. He looks a little nervous, and she wonders if maybe this is actually another call to go and do something weird and possibly involving magic. She's still trying to wrap her head around the last magic artefacts he'd shown her, so she hopes not.

"Hi Billy," she greets him warmly, stepping aside so he can come inside. "Is everything okay?"