Cecil burst through the door of his dorm room like a raging bullock, only without the smashed door and fine china within. Unless of course, Miles is actually gay and brought some fine china with him. Regardless, Cecil burst into the room and tripped over his own feet, landing at the foot of his own and in the view of none other than Miles Heron, the younger brother to Cecil.

“Hi Miles.” Cecil said, waving from his perch on the floor before getting up and shutting the door. There could have been grace to whole series of events but frankly he was half panicking. “What do you know about girls?”

“Uh.. What do you mean?” Miles hesitantly responded, closing his book and setting it aside on his bed.

“What do you think I mean?” Cecil asks him, the voice unfortunately set to William Shatner. But thankfully none of the oh so shitty speech mannerisms.

Miles paused for a second, a smile etched on his face. “You have a date don’t you.”

“I might. Well, since you need to go somewhere else at eight… Yes.” He replies exuberantly, flailing a little and falling backwards onto the bed as his voice switches over to Miles voice itself. Brotherly love, clearly. He glances over at Miles and raises a brow, wondering how he got himself into this. “I wonder how I got myself into this.”

“Well, I assume either you asked a girl out. Or she asked you out. There aren’t many options here.”

“I offered her a Mars bar.” Cecil replies flatly as it switches to something a little garbled. Like someone was speaking underwater.

“A what now? I can’t understand when you talk like that.”

“A Mars bar.” Cecil repeated, this time Jack Nicholson as the Joker.

Any attempt that most would have made to hide laughter was completely ignored as Miles fell backwards onto the bed laughing. “You’re kidding? right?”

“No.” He responded flatly, in Alan Rickmans own voice, a common one at the moment. Maybe Cecil was Alan Rickmans secretly aborted twin or something.

“And that worked? You turned that into her saying yes to a date? Impressive.”

“Well first she asked me if I wanted to read a book with her, then it turned into Pizza in here… Probably watching a movie… Or something… I don’t know. I’ve barely spoken to anyone for five years.” He groans, hiding his face in the pillow of his bed.

Miles scooted back, crossing his legs and leaning against the wall. “And you have no idea what’s gunna happen. I getcha. Alright, shoot. Any questions, I’ll do my best.

“Miles, I know hardly anything about dates. I left that conversation feeling like I’d turned water into wine via the art of bullshitting and stumbling around.” Cecil told him, glancing over at him. “So ya know, anything you know will help.”

“Well, I mean I’d tell ya the whole cliche about being yourself. But I don’t think you’ll ever have a problem with that one. Who is this date with anyways?”

“... Anna I think. She has pink hair. New chick.” He tells him, recounting the events that happened.

Miles eyes widened as he realized who he was talking about. “Oh yeah! She just got here today didn’t she?”

“Yes, Miles. Well done for being able to pay attention to the days events.” Cecil muttered sarcastically, shaking his head in amusement. Even Cecil can be a snarky arse sometimes.

Miles smirked and pulled his cards out of his pocket, shuffling them while he spoke. “She’s just coming over for.. pizza and a movie you said? Seems simple enough. Can’t go too wrong with that.”

“That’s what they all say. Do you know anything, Miles? That could help me with this I mean?” Cecil asked him curiously, raising a brow at him with a ‘You better do’ look on his face. “Or will I have to track down one of the Russians?”

“I can try, I mean I went through most of public high school. Whether you have dates or not, you learn things. Do you know what movie you’re gunna watch? You should probably start with small details like that.”

“Uhh… What film should I go for? I was thinking Robocop, the original 80’s one but uhh…” Cecil trails off, remembering the gory (but really bad) scenes and the fact it’s incredibly Sci-Fi. Maybe not the best choice. “I mean.. I guess that wouldn’t be so bad if you knew she was into sci-fi. Which I’m assuming you don’t. Right?”

“Well she’s a super genius who offered to build be a voice box like Stephen Hawking has. But I know she likes Harry Potter…” Cecil tells him, lolling his head back and looking at the ceiling.

“If you know that, why not watch that? Its an easy choice. Or you could take a guess and maybe pick a movie she hates.”

“Wonderful advice, Miles. Pick a movie she hates.” He slow claps, not fully paying attention to his words. Damn buffoon is really not very attentive. “Do we even have Harry Potter on DVD in here?”

“I didn’t bring it. Might have to find someone with it. Anyways, uh.. We’ve got a tv, you know the movie, you have a time and place.. Food. right, so how are you getting pizza here at 8?”

“Uhhh… How easy is Pizza to cook? I don’t know if I’d have enough for a delivery.” He grumbles, hiding behind his hands and cursing a deity of some kind.

Miles tossed his wallet across the room, “I’m not using it. get a delivery. You probably can’t cook very well.”

“Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine, Miles.” Cecil grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his brother and sighing. “So far your advice consists of getting a delivery. Can we get onto girls?”

Miles sighed and shrugged slightly, “I can do my best. But I’m not too well versed in the specifics here.”

“I hear excuses and no actual advice man, come on. Gimme something.”

“Well uh.. Don’t be too forward. From what you’ve told me, I don’t think that’ll be a problem. But still, don’t force anything.”

Cecil simply stares at him, trying to work out what exactly constitutes to being too forward and too forceful. To Cecil, this was about as helpful as being given a rock and tasked with performing surgery with said rock. He thinks on Miles words a little before giving up.

“And uhh, how do I know when I’m doing the opposite of that?”

“As in, not being forward enough? Well if everything feels really uncomfortable, and you’re both just sitting there not talking much. You need to be a little more forward and keep conversation and things going.”

“Oh. How simple. Anything else you can tell me?” He asks Miles, putting this down in his notepad.

Miles scratched his head, “Umm.. It’s not really advice. But just have fun. Don’t treat it like its this big thing and you have to be serious.”

“Here’s hoping my voice isn’t gonna screw this over…” He mutters, blinking at Miles. “Am I going to have to get the Russians or something?”

“They may give better advice than me. I’m going from a guys perspective here.”

“We’ll go get the Russians then.” Cecil tells him, jumping up from his seat and opening the door, looking over at Miles. “You coming?”

Miles fiddled with the cards for a moment before hesitantly getting up. “Ok, yeah. I’m coming.”

[OOR] So I guess anyone could talk to them, but they're hunting for Lola, Lada or even Tatiana in the name of educating Cecil.