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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Yes I do.

Birthdays really aren't a big deal to me, alright? I haven't exactly had a party in awhile.

[There were the monthly cakes at Xavier's, but they were just another gesture to try and make all those displaced kids feel at home. And they never worked on Pyro.]

That doesn't mean you shouldn't have one now. Besides, it's a nice excuse to get a free gift. Don't you want that?

[Well, that is a good point.]

Fine. Just nothing big, and skip Christmas.

There's absolutely no way I'm skipping Christmas. But I'll make sure it's small.

You get me something for Christmas, I'll throw it at you full-force. I don't care how heavy or sharp it is.

Even a scarf?

You really wanna give me something, do it because you just had to show how much you care. [The Hallmark sentiment is delivered in exactly the sugary, sarcastic voice you'd expect.] Don't do it for Christmas.

You're not very fun.

[But she kind of understands what he means - it's not as if Christmas exists back home, in the winter there's only a solemn holiday to revere ancestors.]

I can't give you a scarf in the springtime, anyway. It doesn't make sense.

Another good point. So just forget about that.

[Their plates are cleared and desserts delivered at that point, which makes it easier to drop the matter and just focus on delicious pie.]

It's really thick. [He tips his head toward the milkshake.] And don't drink it too fast.

Hmmm. [Nope, definitely not happening. She'll start poking at her milkshake with her straw curiously.]

It's not bubbly, right?

Nah, just thick and creamy. No danger this time.

[A little smirk, and he's back to devouring his pie. He's got a curious eye on her once again, though. It's oddly fun, watching people discover such simple things.]

[She nods and latches onto the straw with her mouth. Here goes nothing!

Her first sip and she's suddenly grinning very, very widely. Holy shit, why don't they have milkshakes back home??]

Slow, I told you.

[He's smirking, because she looks about five years old with that huge smile on her face, but he's still not dealing with her whining if she gets brain freeze.]

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Geez, you're starting to sound like my mother.

[But she's going slow! As slow as she can despite wanting to just shove her face in the whole thing.]

[It's not an insult from her, he tells himself, even if the comparison brings up ugly memories. He's still noticeably quieter when he speaks up again.]

Just trust me. It's nasty when you drink too much of something that cold too fast.

[She certainly doesn't mean it to be an insult. Her expression isn't teasing at all - she actually gives him a bit of a fond look.]

I'll be careful, don't worry.

[He takes another bite of pie, and then he can't help but ask. He remembers seeing the mother in Euri's dream, and the fact that she mated with a human and then watch others be destroyed like that - it's interesting. So he asks the rare personal question that isn't a direct attack or meant to unsettle someone.]

What's she like?

[Given his parental situation - or the lack thereof - she can't hide her surprise at hearing that question.]

What's my mother like...?

Just humor me. [His look warns her about asking any more questions.]

O... okay.

[Where does she even start? Now that he's asking she isn't sure how she should answer.]

Um, she's....

[She drums her fingers on the table, thinking deeply.]

She's really strict. Back home she was always making me take extra singing and herbalism lessons. And she didn't want me leaving Fuggum at all.

But none of you leave, right? Doesn't seem that strict.

No, some Witches do. There are lots who take trips down to Turia - that's a big desert demons live in - and a few have moved to Evre, since that's Elven territory. But that's about it.

And you wanted to go just 'cause you weren't allowed, right? [A little smirk.]

I left because I wanted to travel. [And because she wasn't allowed, of course.]

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