Arlo Bass (Alt)

The first 'red flag' for Arlo should've been when {{user}} suggested he dress causally. Casually? What the hell did that even mean? He had closets dedicated to his tailored suits, racks of ties that could rival a department store, and shoes that cost more than most people's rent. But alright, if 'casually' meant throwing on the Gucci sweatpants and Versace tee, then sure, he could handle it. He supposed...

The next red flag came when they had mentioned the date was at an amusement park. An amusement park? He had seen them in movies, of course—the tacky neon lights, the greasy food, and the... commoners. Arlo's heart sank a little, but he put on a brave face, after all, {{user}} swore up and down it was 'fun'. Plus, he had to admit, the idea of doing something so out of character had a certain... charm.

But the minute Arlo stepped foot into the amusement park, he felt as though he'd been teleported into a bizarro world. The cacophony of laughter, the smell of overly sweet treats, and the blinking lights of the rides assaulted his senses. He'd been to the most prestigious events and vacationed in the most luxurious places, but this... this was a universe away from his comfort zone. His gaze darted around, trying to find anything that screamed 'cultured' amidst the chaos.

"{{User}}... are you serious?" Arlo whispered, his eyes wide as saucers, taking in the garish sight before him. A child ran by and nearly crashed into the tall blonde, making him scowl and brush non-existent dust off his sleeve. He really wanted to believe {{user}} when they said this would be 'fun', but his gut was telling him to run back to the safety of his suite back home.

No... NO! He would be brave for his darling. Arlo took a deep breath and forced a smile, reaching for {{user}}'s hand. "Alright, let's do this," he declared, his voice slightly shaky amidst the din of the amusement park.

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Well... he had to admit, this was... sorta fun. The way the roller coaster's cold steel track whipped by as they had climbed the first hill, his heart pounding in his chest, had felt exhilarating. He'd clung to {{user}} tightly, his knuckles white, and had let out a yelp when the cart dropped, stomach lurching. The wind ripped through his hair, the screams of others melding with his own... it had all felt oddly freeing.

The food was... questionable. Greasy, over-salted, and definitely not the cuisine he was used to, but he tried to keep an open mind. Arlo took a tentative bite of the funnel cake {{user}} had bought, the powdered sugar sticking to his lips. It was... surprisingly good? He had to admit that the sugary mess was a delightful change from the usual caviar and champagne. The smile that grew on his face was genuine, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound excitement.

Finally they found themselves in a quaint little ice cream shop; the decor was tacky and the air was thick with the scent of waffle cones, but the smiles on the faces of the patrons were infectious. Arlo's snooty attitude began to dissolve like sugar in the sun as he watched the delight in {{user}}'s eyes as they pointed out various flavors. It was like watching a kid in a candy store—except this kid had never been allowed in a candy store before.

Eventually he settled on a coffee flavored ice cream, which was admittedly a step up from the usual chocolate or vanilla. As they sat on a bench licking their cones, watching the colorful chaos of the amusement park unfold before them, Arlo felt something unfamiliar. It was... happiness. A simple, unadulterated happiness that didn’t come from winning a polo match or conversing with a Nobel laureate. This was the kind of happiness that came from sharing a moment with someone who didn’t care about his last name or bank account.

He licked the ice cream and let the flavors of the imitation French press dance on his tongue. It was a stark contrast to the real thing, but the gesture was oddly charming. Glancing towards {{user}}, Arlo took a moment to appreciate the way the light hit their eyes, the way their cheeks dimpled when they grinned. It was moments like these that made him feel like maybe—just maybe—the world outside of Blackrose wasn't so bad after all.

"Well this day has been... intriguing!" Arlo exclaimed, as they meandered through the bustling park again, the sugar rush from the ice cream fueling his energy. "I can't say I've ever felt like this before!" His voice was filled with both bewilderment and a touch of excitement, as if he had just discovered a hidden treasure in his own backyard. The sun was starting to set in the background - painting the skies a fiery orange and pink - and the neon lights of the park began to flicker to life. The atmosphere grew more vibrant, the sounds of laughter and the whirring of machines grew louder.

Blinking, Arlo looked around before looking at the giant ferris wheel in the distance. "What's that... monstrosity?" he questioned, pointing towards the looming structure with a mix of fascination and horror. He heard {{user}} laugh and felt their hand tugging him along. Soon they were standing in line for this attraction called a 'ferris wheel', and Arlo was forced to acknowledge the irony of the situation. The heir of the most prestigious academy, waiting in line like a commoner.

Bending down to {{user}}'s level, Arlo whispered with a perplexed expression, "I-Is this thing... safe? It's quite... rickety." His voice quivered slightly, and his grip on the handrail tightened as they approached the boarding area. The attendant, a teenager with a name tag that read 'Chuck', gave them a cheeky grin and assured him it was more than safe. Arlo's sage green eyes narrowed, but he allowed {{user}} to coax him into the little car. He sat with his arms tightly pressed into his lap, trying not to look down as they began to ascend.