asgardmeridiem | [closed] just 'cause i said it, it don't mean that i meant it.

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[closed] just 'cause i said it, it don't mean that i meant it.

Who: Pyro and Euri
What: A burger date that was never meant to happen.
When: Day 261
Where: Baldr district, Mushroom House and then a greasy spoon diner.
Rating: PG-13, but could change with these two. I'll edit if it does.

[We're not even mentioning what Euri promised Pyro to get him to this stage.

He's in slacks and a button-down shirt, his hair neatly combed, and he's waiting at the door of the Mushroom House with - no, okay, he didn't buy flowers or anything. He's not that whipped. But he's still going on a date, a damn date, when he's resisted all the trappings of romance at every turn. Especially with Euri, who's clearly more relationship-oriented than Oswin.

But here he is, because he is a slave to baser urges. He's got a Bic lighter in one hand, which he keeps flicking on and off irritably - it's quieter than the clank of his zippo, which is currently in the disappeared Bobby's room, but that only makes him moodier. He likes the clank, and feels a bit edgy with such a piece of shit lighter in the zippo's place (they always melted under the force of his flame, every single time, until he finally stumbled across his trademark source of fire).

Finally, he knocks. God, she'd better appreciate this.]

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Not cow, I hope. [She has faith in him, though. That thought is put on hold though when he burns himself - she's immediately looking concerned and a bit surprised at the lighter.]

You okay? [She lets go of him to nab the Bic. Yep, definitely not his normal fish one.]

They have chicken burgers. A fish burger too, I think.

[He glares at the lighter in her hand, then turns his gaze down to the quickly fading red spot on his thumb. Just a graze.]

Fine. Those things are just complete shit. [Once his hand is healed, he holds it out for the lighter.]

[She'll hand it back over once he's all healed up, taking hold of his arm again.]

What happened to your fish lighter? The silver one?

It's a shark. [Flatly.] And it's in Bobby's room 'cause he took it while I was cursed.

Shark. [Yeah she doesn't see a difference here.]

You haven't gotten it back?

He's grey right now.

[And now there's genuine unease in his voice and expression. They were almost getting along, and then he vanished.]

Oh.... [There's a 'sorry' on the tip of her tongue, but he isn't the type of like that kind of thing. She holds back, instead turning her attention to his lighter.]

Do you want to go get it later?

His room's on the second floor, so I can't go through the window, and I tried picking the lock. I know they're not magic or anything, but I couldn't get in.

[A huff of frustration.]

I'm stuck 'til he gets back.

[She frowns, then removes one of her hair accessories, holding up the pin end.]

I could try.

Euri, I was homeless. If I can't pick it...

[But it's his lighter. Pride or lighter. Pride or lighter?]

... yeah, alright. After we eat, we'll give it a try.

Okay! [She claps her hands together, eager to show off her assassin-taught skills.] That sounds good.

It's right around here.

[He leads her around a corner and - wow, yeah, he wasn't kidding when he said it wasn't much to look at. If she were familiar with the term "greasy spoon", she'd recognise the style of diner immediately.]

[It isn't what she expected. She isn't disappointed though, mostly curious, but also surprised that the place looks so... modern, yet dingy. At least she's been in worse places?]

Ah... I've never heard of this place before.

It's the best. Usually the best places are hidden away.

[He's just defending his favourite burger joint - he doesn't realize at all that she could be honoured by the fact that he brought her here.

He pushes the door open and walks in first, but at least has the courtesy to hold it open for her to walk though. It's not much better inside, but he'll make one more gesture and take a booth instead of sitting at the counter like he usually does.]

You had soda before?

[She nods, looking around with interest when they enter. She's still examining the place even as she takes a seat across from him.]

Nope, what is it?

It's a sweet drink, carbona - [Better keep it simple, if she doesn't even know about evolution.] - bubbly. There's different flavors, depending on what you like better. We'll start you out with Coke and go from there.

[Sweet and bubbly? Doesn't sound too bad to her.]

Sure. Does 'Coke' have anything else interesting about its flavour?

It's - not really supposed to taste like anything in particular. It's just Coke. Really sweet and -

[He thinks for a second, then shakes his head.]

- I don't even know. Kids get it out of their baby bottles back home. You can't describe something when you're that used to it.

That's weird. How can you drink something if you can't even describe it?

[Which reminds her.]

Do you eat hot dogs?

[He sighs and, after a longer moment's thought, tries again.]

It's kinda like caramel, only more bitter. Not really bitter, 'cause it's packed with sugar, but kinda how licorice is sweet and not at the same time.

[And then things got random again.]

Sometimes. Why?

[Forget Coke, she's focusing on his diet choices.]

How could you be so cruel?! Dogs are wonderful! Don't fucking each them!

Who told you about hot dogs?

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