week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[beatmatching]

[ what's a taco bell. luka has no idea and all the crew would tell him was that it was a casual date, so he shows up dressed in this. which isn't a bad fit all things considered, but too bad he's a bad fit himself for a taco bell. in so many ways. ]

...this will be a novel experience. [ smile. ]

[nrangel]

[ Serpilia herself did try to at least wear some of her nicer looking athleisure wear, though it really does seem like there was almost no point to that at all given where they're dropped off.

She's equally unfamiliar with taco bell, but she doesn't really need to be in order to realize how cheap the production staff is being with this one. ]

It's okay to say their choice in date locations suck. Man, it really feels like we're being poked fun at here.

[beatmatching]

I know. [ maybe he will say it sucks... later. with her he at least leaves that door partway open. ]

It might be contractual. [ he says this, but there's still Luka Will Remember This text in the bg again. ]

[nrangel]

[ She'll automatically reach out for the door to hold it the rest of the way for herself. Never really learned the polite lady's first way of doing things. ]

You think they have a deal with this place?

[ A sponsorship would make some kind of sense... ]

[beatmatching]

[ oh, let him get the door- he'll push forward and hold it open for her with a nod. ]

It would make sense, wouldn't it?

[nrangel]

[ Alright alright, Mr. Gentleman, she'll go through without a fuss. ]

I can't see any other reason for this.

[ A small frown. ]

If I knew competitive brands I would start listing them right now just to make them have to cut all of this footage.

[beatmatching]

[ honestly, same.

with a smile: ]

You wouldn't worry about upsetting the staff?

[nrangel]

The staff from the show? No chance.

[ A glance at the overworked and probably underpaid employee at the counter. ]

The staff here? Maybe...

[ Not that they necessarily have corporate loyalty, but she's not trying to ruin anyone's day here. ]

[beatmatching]

They're all performing their roles in one way or another. But that shouldn't stop you from performing yours.

[ basically go off if you so desire!

he'll step forward to the counter because damn there's nothing else inside here but Food. god at least if this was a bar he'd have something to work with but.

what is any of this. don't mind him he's going to stare at the menu board like it's alien to him because it is! or human to him really 🥁. ]

[nrangel]

Guess that's true, but my role right now is a girl with a cute date, so I might as well enjoy the company even if the atmosphere is iffy.

[ They're spared her wrath or at least petty behavior this time.

She'll step up beside him, giving him a curious look. Not everything is familiar to her, but sure definitely knows what a taco and a burrito are at least. ]

Never had anything like this before?

[beatmatching]

I'm usually on a strict diet, given my performances.

[ usually is always, but shhh. ]

[nrangel]

Guess that makes sense.

[ Uhm.... ]

I don't think any of this would come even close to fitting into your diet.

[beatmatching]

...what's actually in it?

[ she's probably right but their date in which they are stubborn for being snubbed! ]

[nrangel]

Meat, cheese, lettuce, probably some tomato.

[ She glances around to see what people are eating in there to get a look at their food, and-- ]

A whole lot of grease.

[ She'll move a little closer to the menu, leaning forward to stare determined at it. ]

Gimme a few minutes. I'll find you something that looks like it's at least on the healthier side of still deeply unhealthy.

[beatmatching]

[ he'd probably throw up from a greaseball to be honest. hnngh.

it's that realization that has him offering something he normally wouldn't. ]

Is there anything sweet?

[nrangel]

[ That gets her to perk up a little. ]

Now you're talking my language, let's see... there is a dessert menu. How do you feel about cinnamon?

[beatmatching]

I don't know what that is.

[ help. ]

[nrangel]

Well it tastes like... it uhm... cinnamon-y?

[ She seems to realize herself that was an incredibly unhelpful description. ]

I'm ordering us whatever cinnabons are, and we're trying them out so you can see for yourself.

[beatmatching]

Alright. If they're not greasy I'll try one.

[ since he knows he has to at least look like he's trying to eat on a date like this. ]

[nrangel]

Haha.

[ It's such a fake, uncertain sounding laugh. ]

I guess we're about to find out. Want me to order for us then?

[beatmatching]

[ eyebrow raise.

he's judging for how bad that laugh was. ]

Go ahead.

[nrangel]

[ In her defense, she wasn't trying to give the most convincing performance. She will give a little salute at that though, and move up to the counter. ]

Done.

[ Where she will be ordering a couple of tacos for herself as well as those cinnabons, and at least one of the bowls that looks like it is more veg and lean meat than the rest of what's on offer. ]

[beatmatching]

[ while they're waiting for their food: ]

Do humans really eat like this?

[nrangel]

[ There's a confused set of owlish blinks at that comment. ]

You saying it like that makes it sound like you're not human.

[beatmatching]

I'm human.

[ a beat. ]

But we don't control our diet, the Segyein do. The meals are very standardized for nutritional purposes.