bonne anniversaire

[unbr8kable]

Who: Requiem, Nemesis
Where: the lobby, for starters
When: Day 181

[Nemesis is waiting in the appropriate spot at the appropriate time, hair tamed and carrying a small bouquet--long stems of bluebells, lily of the valley, sunflowers, carnations, and a pink rose, tied with a tyrian and navy ribbon. She rocks back on her heels as she waits, the anticipatory type of nervous, but straightens as Requiem approaches]

Hey. Wanna head out?

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[unbr8kable]

[shrugs]

Wasn't really thinking about it. Like I said...distracting.

[but she kneels down at the table, finishing up sorting all the food.]

[stakesthesame]

[ dumps her sweater on the floor somewhere and floats in to sit next to Nem, helping arrange the food and also grab the first red warm thing she sees. ]

Yeesssss.

[unbr8kable]

[pops open the curry bowl and starts scooping on pickles]

--You're not allergic to garlic breath, are you?

[stakesthesame]

Haven't tested it yet! We'll find out I guess.

[ drinking up some red from the sauce of some kind of soup ]

[unbr8kable]

Well, lemme know if you feel faint and it's not from my general badassiness. Maybe you can break the vampire's curse, and finally love garlic butter.

[stakesthesame]

What, has that been my curse this whole time? I'm shook.

[unbr8kable]

You gave up garlic knots in favor of super strength and flight... It's honestly not something every man could do.

[stakesthesame]

I mean, that IS why women are superior, generally.

How's your curry?

[unbr8kable]

[snickers]

It's fine. I'm not expecting anything life-changing from the convenience store, but it does the job. How's your...that soup?

[stakesthesame]

Some kinda stew, I guess? It's pretty good.

[ a pause ]

I mean, it's red and warm so I can't complain overly much.

[unbr8kable]

If you like it, then you like it. I don't see any need to be picky.

[stakesthesame]

Pretty red, so I'm happy with it.

[ not that happy. but happy enough, anyway.

she leans slightly against Nem's side. ]

[unbr8kable]

[Scoots in against her, comfortable]

...What about if you just put paint in the microwave?

[stakesthesame]

It'd smell really gross but I could eat it, sure.

[unbr8kable]

But how would it taste?

[stakesthesame]

Like whatever shade of red it is, with a side of awful paint smell. Probably.

[unbr8kable]

[takes another thoughtful scoop of curry]

Yeah, but like... If you had a super ripe strawberry and you had a photo of a super ripe strawberry, do they taste the same?

[stakesthesame]

Nah, fruit's still juicy and stuff. And a picture ain't gonna compare tti the real thing.

[unbr8kable]

But is it like fruit snacks-fake or strawberry milk-fake? 'Cause those aren't the same at all.

[stakesthesame]

I wouldn't know how to tell the difference anyway, y'know.

[unbr8kable]

...Yeah, guess not.

If you turn into a human again, you'll just have to eat more stuff, for science.

[stakesthesame]

Yeah...

[ quiet for a moment, just leaning on her. ]

... maybe next year, eh?

[unbr8kable]

[shifts, moving her hand warm against Req's back instead]

Maybe. No hurry.

[stakesthesame]

[ tilts her head to nuzzle her temple and gently huff the scent of her hair, despite her chilled skin. ]

Mm. Yeah, no hurry.

[ better not to drag my issues all over our anniversary anyway. ]

[unbr8kable]

[today it smells faintly of sweet almond; rollercoasters notwithstanding, it was still a special day worthy of hair product

as such she had not meant to misstep and grabs her around the waist to tug Req closer, kissing at what would be the pulse points under her chin and at her temple and otherwise cuddling up against her, regardless of cold]

...You okay?