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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[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?

Roxas. We were talking about burgers and he said you eat them!

[Roxas. It rings a bell, but he doesn't connect it to the one who's always taunting him over text, and obviously has no idea that it's one of his network stalkers.]

He's bullshitting you about hot dogs, Euri. They're just the tail end of meat that doesn't get used for other things, all ground up and made into a kind of cheap sausage. No dogs involved.

... Really? You're not lying?

[Please don't be lying please don't be lying.]

You're a butcher, aren't you? You know how nasty dog meat would probably be. Besides, we're crazy about pets in the States - they get treated better than most kids. There'd be riots if someone tried to feed Americans dogs.

Edited 2013-05-08 20:48 (UTC)

[She sighs heavily, leaning back against the booth.]

Good... I was really panicking for a minute there.

Why would he lie about that, though?

Let's face it, Euri, you know some assholes.

[It's hard to tell if he's got the self-awareness to include himself in that category.]

[Putting it lightly.]

He isn't usually that bad.

We all have our moments. [Okay, so there is some self-awareness there.] But consider the source if you hear something that messed up. You can't just believe everything here.

I don't! I just didn't expect him to lie about something so serious! [She huffs, resting her elbows on the table.]

Think about it - you've got a dog, so that's an obvious one. Hits you right where it hurts. Lying about anything smaller is just kid's stuff.

[She actually looks a little distraught that Roxas would go that far.]

I can't believe him....

Hey, you know how to do it, too.

[He hasn't brought that up in a long time, and luckily one of the grey-faced waitresses arrives with the menus just as he's said it. He picks up his menu and opens it at a slight tilt, so he can see over it if she's going to pitch a fit.

Okay, he's a giant hypocrite all the time, but that explains why he won't allow it in other people.]

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