March 27th, 1885 - Howler's Pitch
Art had actually put a lot of thought into do this, though mostly he had come up with 'I have no clue' and 'fireworks are unfeasible and unwanted.' Still, there had been a lot of considering involved - almost as much as he had put into switching to the Howlers - and he really, really hoped that this didn't go poorly.
He had hurried through the locker room after practice for the sake of catching her more easily, rushing his goodbyes to the boys. With the Irvingly casino the only legitimate way to get home, it couldn't be that hard, but he was still very worried that he'd manage to miss her.
Luckily enough, he spotted her on his way out. Athur beamed and hurried up.
"Wait up!" Art called at the curly-haired chaser, "I need to talk to you!"
(It occurred to him, belatedly, that the last time they had walked home from the pitch he had accidentally ended up groping her.)
He had hurried through the locker room after practice for the sake of catching her more easily, rushing his goodbyes to the boys. With the Irvingly casino the only legitimate way to get home, it couldn't be that hard, but he was still very worried that he'd manage to miss her.
Luckily enough, he spotted her on his way out. Athur beamed and hurried up.
"Wait up!" Art called at the curly-haired chaser, "I need to talk to you!"
(It occurred to him, belatedly, that the last time they had walked home from the pitch he had accidentally ended up groping her.)