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[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!

[crossmyheartandhope]

...anyways.

[Nudges her with his foot, under the table; his smile is very shy]

I'm in, is all I'm saying.

[unbr8kable]

[Blushes again, but nudges back at his ankle anyway]

Cool. I'll...think of a menu, I guess.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Nudges at her again]

...anything else you been wanting to try?

[unbr8kable]

[Raises her eyebrows]

That ain't enough?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean.

[Flushes,]

It's plenty? But I'm just saying... like, if there is anything, we're talking already, right?

[unbr8kable]

Well--yeah, but...

[She shifts in her chair]

I mean. You got some suggestions?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shifts, too - bites at his lip, and shifts again,]

...I dunno. Could always try out some of the stuff in those doujins they send in fanmail, I guess.