mementosola | well I liked the idea of the catering

well I liked the idea of the catering

[So. Here we are. Somehow, a common baker ended up catering for the Prince's birthday. It's a huge public to-do because Prince Haruhi will take literally any excuse to throw a huge party and run with it, but it means it's probably a nightmare for security.

Hisoka's still not sure how her life came to this. SHe's fidgeting with the very nice, froofy (borrowed) dress she's in and triple-checking everything and generally being a ball of nerves during the final checks before the party starts.

Clearly the person responsible for this should show himself.]

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Mm? No, it's my job. Thanks is completely unnecessary.

[Wow, yeah, he feels great now. Enough to where he's not so uptight.]

...What's wrong?

Oh--it's nothing, just.

[Hisoka you are incredibly fidgety, it's not nothing.]

I'd...wanted to ask you about something, after the party, I'm just not sure it's, um. Appropriate to, now.

You can ask me anything, Hisoka. Just because it ended in disaster doesn't change your concerns.

[He grins in that charming way at her again. Wow, that magic really friggin' worked!]

Besides, between that and the fancy dress you look like you might die from discomfort.

Keep teasing me like that and I'm making you wear it, see how comfortable you are.

[PUFFING OUT A CHEEK but he has gotten her to relax a little bit.] I guess this might sound a little strange but, I've been told it's better to be honest and direct about this kind of thing, so, um.

If...if it's alright with you, I thought maybe we could...see each other out of work more often? Like. A lot. On...on dates.

[...Oh, Hisoka.]

[He actually laughs a little at her being like that.]

Ah, wow. I mean, yeah. Yeah, definitely, we should definitely start dating as much as you want to. I just... I meant to ask you out, but with the whole situation, I just blanked.

Oh...

[Well, she's pretty red. But she's also smiling a lot.] Really? I'm...I'm glad. Um, that you feel that way, not about what happened.

You were a little glad to get your hands all over my chest, you can admit that.

[Oh he likes the blush and smile, he's watching her now.]

I prefer not having the backdrop of people bleeding and screaming and pain to it, though?

[If you were expecting her to be embarrassed, Retsu...]

I mean, I thought I hadn't been that subtle...I know you noticed my neckline the last few weeks.

Yeah, I've been glad to, in fact.

[Normally he'd be a bit more flustered than this.]

Want me to notice it a little more in depth right now, then?

What, at the table? Finish your cocoa, Retsu.

[Siiip.]

And if you're going to be like that, tell me what you want for dinner, because you're not getting home before then.

[UH. DAMN, HISOKA.]

I'm pretty easy to please in regards for dinner, at least. What were you thinking?

[He looks over the top of his cup.]

I'm opting for something simple, just. Less distraction or mess. Easier that way.

If it's something simple you want...Well, some form of sandwich. Lots of meat. Keep your energy up, eh?

[She does flush some but, well, magic's working on her, too.]

I don't mind cooking...it'd be fun to feed you something other than coffee and donuts for once.

Energy levels will be important, I'm taking it. But I'm sure that no matter what you make, it's going to be absolutely lovely. I can tell you've got a talent beyond baking....

You don't need to flatter me so much, Retsu...[She's actually ducked her head a little.

God would you two just kiss already this is killing me.]

Oh, I'll do more than that. But... meal first, yes?

[He's actually leaning across the table some to grin at her while they do this.]

Yes, yes. Behave yourself for a little, eh?

[She's going to stand up since, well. food. But she's ruffling his hair on the way.]

[For the record his ears kind of wobble when she does that because barkbark.]

I will, I will...

[Well it lets her sneak in scritches so. Scritches it is.]

Make yourself at home! This shouldn't take too long.

[Doot doot making baiscally a cheesesteak you know what's up.]

[He likes pets. I don't have an appropriate icon for this so just assume he's happy.]

Okkaaaay.

[Doot doot making sandwiches! It's a comfy cottage if he looks around. It's nice.]

[He's quite comfortable here, in this chair! Actually, no, he's pulled his armored coat and the button-up shirt. So hey! Gunshow!]

[She nearly drops the plates when she come around to bring out the sandwiches, but she doesn't! She does keep staring, though.]

...Oh my.

[Yeah uh. damn, son.]

[What? It's just muscles. I mean it's a thin undershirt, but hey. Muscles!]

Mmm?

I'll tell you later.

[Here, have your meat and cheese sandwich.]

I'm glad you're comfortable, though.

It seemed prudent; Also it felt ridiculous sitting here in combat armor at a table like this. And the shirt's bloodstained, so it's not any better...

[He shrugs.]

Thank you, though.

[GOMF.]

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