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Adorafluff - Presents - Percival & Galahad

Percival and Galahad were keeping their relationship low-key, or at least as low-key as they could make it. Percival didn't really want people to know her business, and she was also a little shy about the whole thing. She still didn't quite feel 'fit' for Galahad, and that perhaps he deserved someone better. But of course she'd never tell him that, as he'd deny it the whole day long.

The other day, Galahad said he wanted Percival to visit his home at a certain time, and he'd been tight-lipped about why. She wasn't sure what was going on, as it wasn't like the hedgehog to keep secrets. Was this something serious?

She arrived and knocked on his door, dressed casually, glad to be out of her armor for now. As usual, her face was stoic, her body difficult to read. One knock, two knock, three knocks.

"Galahad. Did you have need of me?"

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Being unsure of how things were supposed to ..um.. 'proceed' in relationships, Galahad had kept the situation between them low-key as well. He hadn't so much as given an inclination in public that anything was out of the norm; no holding of hands, walking closer than usual, barely even a fond glance now and again, and he was even as stringent with his training as usual. If not more stringent.

He just wasn't sure of what to do. She said that she liked him, sure, he felt the same. But...How was he supposed to show that he cared, how did people do that? Why not choose someone else who was better suited for her.

The same question lingered on and off for some time, especially during his trips through the crowded marketplace in the lower quarter. People there roamed freely and talked openly as they went about their day. As a Knight, he could watch all the people live there lives without suspicion. It was during one of those trips where he noticed something: the girls would always light up whenever they were given a gift. It was never the same when he gave something to his father or another Knight. Perhaps that would be a good way to show he cared.

Percival had come to the city in rags of clothings. Perhaps she would light up just the same with such gifts.

She arrived a couple days after the invitation. Galahad approached the door, smoothed out his gray tunic once, then opened the door. "Good morning." He bowed his head. "I was hoping that you could accompany me to the marketplace today?" He was quick to add. "If you have the time."

Percival blinked slowly at the odd little request. Was that all he wanted, just a little stroll through the market? But it wasn't as if this was unwelcome. She genuinely enjoyed spending time with him, and it would be nice for that time not to be about swords and horses.

"My day is free." She nodded once. "I can go right now, if you wish it."

"Please." Was that odd? Her expression, of what he could even grasp from it given that it changed so seldom, made it seemed like there was something odd of what he asked.

Galahad exited his house and clicked the door shut behind him. "There's something in town that requires your attention." Hopefully that sound convincing enough... "I thought that it would be better to take you there to see firsthand rather than explain."

Since Percival wasn't particularly feminine, she didn't know they were going out clothes shopping. Instead, what came to mind for 'requiring your attention' was a sort of problem, danger, or emergency. So she narrowed her eyes, looking more seriously.

"Show me where." She said quickly. "If it's this important, I don't want to waste any time."

Leave it to Galahad for the serious tone to go straight over his head. He was just happy that she had agreed to such vague words, as evident by a silly smile. Boy, would she be surprised! "Of course. This way."

He lead her to the lower square where crammed stores littered each side of the walkway. He'd ordered several tailor made dresses at one of the seamstresses shops. Galahad wasn't sure of the dress size..but the girl behind the counter--a cat--claimed she could get the measurements of anyone. ...Somehow.

"In here." He held the door open so she could enter first. Manners.

As they walked, Percival couldn't simply relax and enjoy his company like she wanted. She still thought danger was afoot, so her eyes darted here and there, looking for suspicious people or odd situations. Her fingers twitched - she was without a sword, but she could still put up a fight if need be. But if there really was something wrong, why did everything seem so normal?

Galahad led her to a shop - so this must be where the danger is! Percival balled her hands into fists, and ran in, expecting a confrontation. "Stop where you are!"

Galahad was expecting her to walk inside, not burst into the shop as if there were a threat. His eyes widened as he saw the shopkeeper behind the counter freeze in place after they jumped nearly a foot from the ground.

"W-wait! Stop!" He slipped into the shop and put himself between Percival and the dress maker. "I..um.." He glanced back to the counter, where the little yellow cat bounded off to retrieve a stack of hand-sewn dresses that she placed on the counter before ducking half under it.

"There's nothing wrong. I just wanted to.." He grabbed the neatly folded dresses and held them out. "...Here."

Embarrassment was a rare emotion for Percival to feel. But when it hit, it hit hard, and it probably would never hit as hard as it did in that moment. It only took a few seconds to mentally put the pieces together, but it felt like an eternity to her.

Another rarity for Percival was blushing deeply, and that's exactly what she did - she could even feel heat on her ears, that's how red she was turning. When she finally found her voice, she couldn't even look Galahad in the eyes. "Wh... what's going on...?"

"These are for you." He ducked his head down a bit, perhaps his intentions could have been communicated better. "They're hand-tailored dresses made from the best fabric and thread I could find. Miss Honey," He nodded back behind him where the cat peeked over the edge of the counter with her eyes wide. "Worked on them day and night."

His voice quieted. "You don't have to accept them, but I thought it would be nice if...someone thought you were important enough to.." He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say.

Was it possible for Percival to be turning even redder? While it was true she didn't care much for her appearance, another factor in her lack of dresses what she felt she didn't deserve it. They belonged on prettier girls. But to think that Galahad had worked so hard...

"N-No, I..." She mumbled. "I'll take them." As if they were made out of fine china instead of fabric, she slowly and gently took the dresses into her arms, pressing them close to her chest. "They're... beautiful, Galahad. They really are."

Galahad clung one of his free hands against his opposite elbow. "I'm glad you like them." Though she didn't sound elated as some of the other girls he'd seen in the marketplace. Hm.. He had hoped the idea didn't come off like he was trying to goad her into dressing differently, giving her dresses was just practical. What was unpractical were the things he had planned after that.

"There are a couple more stops in town I needed to make. Would you like to come with me?" No, he didn't plan on stopping at just dresses. Percival would be spoiled by the days end, and hopefully he'd get to see her smile too.

Percival wasn't the type to squeal or giggle or jump for joy. When she was happy it was still subdued - and right now she was quite happy. She fought the urge to bury her face into the dresses, as she was still embarrassed by a number of things, but when he mentioned the requested, she lifted her head.

"Huh? ... Oh, um, sure." She nodded slowly. Percival didn't realize this was only the start of the gift-giving, and merely thought he'd gotten this out of the way. "Wherever you need to go, it's fine."

"I needed to stop by the flower shop," Obvious what he intended to get there. He wasn't..one for subtlety. I thought we could spend some time browsing the rest of the market. It's been some time since I was able to spend time however I wanted, and I would like to spend it with you." He said, resuming his way to hold the door open again so Percival could exit. Galahad didn't so much say that he wanted to go out of his way to buy her everything, but he knew that the invitation came with the intention to buy her anything she glanced at fondly.

Thankfully that time around, Percival could pick up the hint. She ducked her head even lower as she headed out the door. She wasn't used to being so spoiled, and she fidgeted as much as she could, given the armload of dresses she was carrying.

"Don't... don't spend too much on me. This is already more than I deserve."

Even if he tried not to, he'd probably cave and buy her whatever she wanted anyway. Seeing others happy made him happy; and when that someone was the most important person to him, then it made the temptation all that more alluring. "You deserve more than I have." He said with a laugh. "And I never see you buy yourself anything."

"I... find it difficult to splurge." She admitted as they began to walk side by side. As they went throughout the marketplace, some people stopped and stared - the stoic, powerful Percival was suddenly demure, and as shy as a newborn kitten! "I worry about what would happen if I didn't have enough money in the future. I suppose I am a little paranoid. But..."

She clung to her new clothes even tighter. "...I'll take good care of these. And wear them often. I promise."

"I know you will." Taking care of them and wearing what he'd gotten her was never a concern.

"But..clothes are a necessity. As are many other things." Maybe not all of what he likely would end up buying for her would be necessary, granted. "You don't have to worry about the future so much to deprive yourself of things that you need. You have The Knighthood and..me to help you should you ever need it."

He stopped at a booth to fidget with some of the vendors wears so he wouldn't have to look directly at Percival as he said what he wanted. This stand sold necklaces and pendants. Perhaps there would be something that he could find which would be fitting? "Even if something were to happen in the future, we would never let one of our own suffer without helping."

Percival stared at the items being sold - was he seriously going to buy her such luxuries! She both wanted to stop him and yet didn't, overwhelmed by his intentions. "Those are hardly necessities..." She weakly tried to fight his efforts. This was too much. Why was he so sweet?

Since she couldn't hold his hand or even take his arm, she had to make due with leaning on him, her bright red face hiding in his white quills. She didn't care how she looked. If the whole day was going to be like this, she'd need time to rest and relax, or she just might faint!

"No, this isn't a necessity. This is so that other people will be able to see that you mean the world to someone else." The merchant had a little red pendant with a gold chain he thought might suit her nicely. So without a word he paid for it and turned to give it to her, only to be stifled by her leaning on him.

"...?" He gave her a questioning glance, both for the look on her face and the action in and of itself. "Did I say something wrong?"

She didn't say anything right away. She didn't have the words for her gratitude, or for the way he made her feel. Not that she didn't try - her mouth open and closed several times, but now she couldn't even get a decent mumble out. It was too much. It was far too much!

Since words were currently unavailable, she went another route to express herself. After a quick glance around - before deciding to damn the consequences if people were looking - she very quickly leaned in and kissed his lips.

Getting nothing but quiet in return wasn't a promising sign. Maybe Percival was sick and needed to sit down? Her face was flush so it was very possible that she was sick. Galahad canted his head curiously as he considered what was the best way to handle the situation. They couldn't continue walking around like that if she was ill...

What he didn't expect was for her to do was what she did When Galahad felt her lips brush against his he immediately backed off--a few steps back, in fact, until he bumped into the stand that sat behind him. "I'm .. I-I'm sorry." He put a hand to his mouth. No one had ever tried to show him that kind of attention, and to have it out of the blue was jarring. It had to have been an accident. "I didn't mean..to."

At least they were on equal terms of embarrassment now. Percival knew that he'd be a little startled by the kiss, but this was a whole other level. It did relax her, showing that even with his gallantry, he was still the same silly Galahad. She lightly smiled, and stifled a chuckle.

"I just wanted to thank you." She finally said, her voice returning to a somewhat normal tone. "But if this is how you react, I'll make sure to warn you next time."

"Thank you." He breathed out, idly rubbing the side of his face as he tried to relax. It wasn't beyond his notice that there were other people watching the two of them, and it didn't help to alleviate the inherent shyness he had with the whole situation. He found his ears folding flat against his head as he felt their eyes on the two of them.

"It's surprised me because..That's not how you normally thank me. Part of me still thinks of you as a teacher rather than a.. mm..Someone I like very much." He couldn't find the proper word. "I think this is something else that you will have to teach me how to do." Just because he'd liked Percival didn't mean he knew how to proceed...thus the whole shopping excursion. It wasn't as if his Father and Mother had been good role models for relationships.

Galahad sighed and ducked his head down as he held out the necklace and chain he'd yet to give to her. "Here..."

Percival shifted the dresses around so she could try to free one arm, at least temporarily. "I'm new to this as well." She reminded him as she took the necklace into her hand. Given the way Galahad was acting, he probably wouldn't be able to handle putting it around her neck. She made a mental note to wear it the very next day, armor or not.

"We're in this together. It's all right to feel inexperienced... neither of us are perfect. We'll learn together, step by step."

"All right.." Percival always knew the correct string of words that would put him in an calmer state of mind. That wasn't too say he was perfectly at ease, but he felt a little better about reacting as he had.

"Perhaps, like in training, we should set some rules for that particular time." His face turned flush. "Ladies.. don't look at me the way that you do. I'm not sure what is okay and what isn't. Or what to expect."

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