[ To be fair, Eithan's only ever asked one person out, ever. It was different than this, mostly. One thing is definitely the same, though: the anticipation, the hopeful feeling, the way his heart is hammering behind his ribs like it's trying its best to escape...

He feels the universe stop, too, he swears. And for that split second, he's pretty sure the suspense is gonna kill him before the Order ever gets their chance to take a swing at it.

But... Belth accepts. He'd love to. ... Holy shit.

It surprises a laugh out of him, and somehow, he manages to smile all the more. He's beaming. ]

What-- takebacks? Me? No way. Dude, you don't get takebacks, you just said yes!

[ Okay, he's too excited to stay standing against the wall anymore. He finally closes the distance, carefully steps around all of the stuff scattered around the elf so he can sit in front of him. And if Belth will let him, he gently reaches for that hand that's twisting into his hair. ]

Yeah, no, I will definitely, definitely be your date.