"Hey Lahar I have a question to ask you." Doranbolt announced walking into the room.

"Denied." Lahar responded without looking up from the paperwork he was doing.

"Huh? But you didn't even hear what I had to say."

"I don't need to. You're using that tone of voice you only use when you have a ludicrous idea. That you some how either talk me into doing or go off and do even if i say no. Either way I end up having to fix the mess later."

"Well this isn't like that." Doranbolt huffed.

"Still denied."

"But I-"

"Denied!"

"Lahar just listen to me!"

"Find someone else who can use Jutsu Shiki."

"You're the only one I know who can! Besides I don't need you for magic." He lowered his voice. "Look, this is a serious question, and you're the only one I want to ask this."

Lahar sighed. "Fine what is it."

"Will you go on a date with me?" The other blinked and set down the quill he had been writing with.

"What?"

"I asked if you would go on a date with me."

It was silent for a moment. "I accept."

Doranbolt sighed. "I knew you would decline. I-" His brain registered the response. "Wait repeat what you said."

"I accept." A small smile spread across Lahar's face. Doranbolt blinked in shock for a second before I smile spread across his own face.

"Alright then, see you later." And with that the scarred man walked out of the office, but he couldn't contain his cheer of joy once he entered his own. Which Lahar could hear through the wall and he shook his head in amusement.