"Now that that's settled-" Molly brushed her hands off as they walked back inside from the trip to the postbox. "I say we get in some roleplay to practise!"
"Roleplay?" Libby asked, giving her a wary look. Scratch, however, lit up.
"Now we're talking!" He clapped his hands together and started cycling through a few different forms. "What's my role, Mol? Evil poltergeist? Monster under the bed? Or maybe you're going for more of a goofy sidekick role- I can do that."
"Not you, scratch." Molly said gently. The ghost stopped mid-unicycle ride and returned to his normal form, flopping on the floor with a pout.
"Um, Molly?" The Thai girl glanced over at her friend who looked nervous. "I know I've been more confident since the talent show but I'm not exactly an actor-"
"Nonono, it's cool!" Sliding up to her, Molly wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "We're just gonna do a little test scenario in here! No audience. Y'know, to help you prepare for your big date so you don't panic."
"I..."
"Well she's definitely gonna need that." Scratch chuckled.
"Hey!"
"What? I'm just sayin'." He shrugged. "'S'useful!"
"But I don't even know if they're gonna say yes!"
"Well do you wanna risk it? Or do you wanna prepare?" He gave her a dry, annoyed look, quirking half his brow.
"I..." Libby looked off to the side- to Molly- for support. "Well...I guess it would be nice to do a dry run?"
A smile split Molly's face. "Great! Now c'mon- let's practise picking them up!"
"Ok..." Libby let Molly lead her to her bedroom door, still wary.
"Now:" Molly said, grabbing Libby's hands and making her cover her own eyes. Libby giggled in response. "Pretend you're outside the door of your one true love!" She dramatically narrated, making her laugh more. Molly's voice grew slightly distant as she snuck behind the door. "Ready to sweep them off their feet and away to the greatest night of their lives...!"
Scratch quirked a brow at her, but Libby didnt react beyond an amused "Ok..." When the sound of a door closing was heard, she asked. "Can I open my eyes now?"
"Yes."
Removing her hands from her face, Libby shared a Look with Scratch before playing along and rapping on the wood.
Molly flung the door open in response so quickly she nearly took Libby's hand off.
"Yes? Who is it, what's all the hubbub?" She spoke in a forced, low register. One hand was perpetually holding a strand of hair over her lip. Scratch snorted loudly.
"Seriously, Mol?" The girl remained unperturbed.
"Who are you? What are you selling?" She asked gruffly, eyeing Libby with an overacted suspicious glare.
She blinked slowly, before shooting her friend an exasperated look. "Molly-"
"'Molly'? Who's this 'Molly?' I'm your dates overprotective father! What are your plans with my child?"
Libby facepalmed.
"Nobody talks like this!" Scratch wheezed, holding his stomach. Molly dropped both the act and her hair to glare at him.
"They do too! ...Ahem." She fiddled for a moment, trying to get her 'moustache' back in place. "Well?! Out with it, child!"
Rolling her eyes, Libby nonetheless said (with surprising politeness) "I'm here to take your child on a date, sir."
