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[unbr8kable]

Yeah, well. That's different.

[Reaches for his hand, though, gentle, her smile gone very soft and shy]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His own smile goes a little shy, at that; he reaches out to take the offered hand and gives it soft squeeze]

...yeah, but like. Still.

[unbr8kable]

...Still.

[She clears her throat, but doesn't release his hand]

Still, I wanna do stuff you like--I wanna do stuff you suggest sometimes. 'Cause maybe I ain't been all that adventurous before...and 'cause it's cute when you get flustered talking about that kinda stuff.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The flush has reached his ears, by now; he ducks his head, a little, finding something suddenly fascinating on the surface of the table]

I ain't really... been that adventurous before, neither.

[If she wanted flustered, she's certainly got it; he shifts again, in the chair]

But maybe, like... I - I dunno. If you wanted to help me... wait, some. Or, like - maybe we could try, like. Some kinda roleplay thing...? Not - not now or nothing, just - sometime. If you're into it.

[unbr8kable]

Like with the costumes and the fancy dice?

[Considering her character sheet...or perhaps some oddly familiar dreams, based on the fresh color over her cheeks]

...But yeah, I'd be up for trying that. I ain't good at waiting...but I'm okay at messing with you while you wait, if I do say so myself.

Uh. What're your feelings on like--accessories?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Perhaps he is also thinking of a dream from not too terribly long ago, because he flushes darker, shifting again in the chair]

What - what kinda accessories?

You mean, like...?

[unbr8kable]

[Extremely off-hand. No one could be more casual than she]

Like. Toys and stuff. For waiting...or for not waiting.

Or not at all, if that ain't your thing.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His throat works, as he swallows; he licks at his lips a litle, unconsciously]

Naw. I mean - yeah.

I mean... toys sound real good.

[unbr8kable]

[Scratches her nose]

Okay, cool. That's a good start, 'less there's something else you wanna try out soon.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... I guess, like. Since - since we're talking about this stuff anyways.

[Hesitates, and shifts again]

For when you wanna get... ordered around. What kinda stuff sounds... good?

Like. Like, is there anything you want special?

[unbr8kable]

[She coughs, blushing]

Well--uh. Most anything's fine. Maybe not nothing too painful or nothing like that. But, uh. Doing something for you, or to you, that's good. You talking in general, that's good. Or...um. I mean, I ain't too picky.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay.

Okay, cool.

[He hesitates - fidgets a little with the edge of the table, with his free hand]

And how bout, like... accessories?

[unbr8kable]

[Her flush deepens, and she straightens the menu carefully against the table]

A-accessories could be cool. I ain't tried 'em enough to have a preference or nothing. Dressing up'd also be good. Or going places, maybe. Or whatever combination...or like...hmm.

[Scratches her nose]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His eyes flicker up to her face, to take in the expression there]

[His blush has grown very dark]

Or like...?

[unbr8kable]

I--I dunno. Dinner on you, maybe.

[Her face roils too hot for bravado to cover; she doesn't quite avoid his gaze, but certainly doesn't attempt to meet it]

[...Also the food comes]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He glances down at the food, reflexively - chicken fingers and fries was at the top of the menu, apparently - then glances back up at her, cheeks still flushed a dark red]

Dinner on me, like - me paying?

Or like... on on me?

[unbr8kable]

[Looks down at her hamburger steak, or past it, either way]

I don't need you to buy me nothing.

Anyways--just spitballing. And it's traditional, ain't it?

[Is it, though?]

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah. Yeah, guess it is.

[A beat, the flush growing even deeper,]

I'm, uh. I'd be down.

[unbr8kable]

Oh yeah?

[Trying and failing not to sound eager,]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh yeah.

[He shifts again, in the chair]

Just, uh - say when, and how you wanna, like - handle it, and I'm in.

[unbr8kable]

Okay. Okay.

[She shifts herself, smoothing down her slacks]

...Guess I should find out if you got any allergies.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...pretty sure I don't?

Least, none I found yet.

[unbr8kable]

What if there's stuff you ate when you were congested or itchy from something else so you didn't notice?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... I ain't been congested or itchy a whole lot?

So it's probly fine.

[unbr8kable]

Probably!