week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . . executive decision that Edamura has never been to Olive Garden. or Red Lobster]

[he stands frozen in the entrance, gaze darting rapidly between the hostess and Nico, please help him out he has no idea what to say here]

What--?! How am I supposed to know??

[crimsin]

Garlic bread is always the correct answer, mon ami!

[ DUH!! Also Red Lobster went bankrupt, fuck those guys. ]

[ordimame]

[ding!! correct answer!! which means they are being graciously led inside, though Edamuea gives his companion a suspicious side eye]

If I catch even a whiff of garlic in your food I'm taking it away.

[crimsin]

[ Noooo. The biggest, SADDEST eyes.

🥺🥺🥺🥺 ]

You would deny me the sweet taste of garlic bread?

[ordimame]

[EDAMURA HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO THAT—]

Or course I would! You need to be kind to your body!

[crimsin]

But... the garlic...

[ EDAMURA IS SO MEAN TO HIM. (He should be kinder to his body tho.) ]

[ordimame]

[Edamura is the no fun allowed robot]

Your body kay be in great shape at 1300, but think about it at 2000. 3000! If you don't take care of it, it'll start giving out on you.

[crimsin]

Boo. You sound like my nanny.

[ But not his mother. Hm. ]

[ordimame]

[?? but not his mother??? there's a question teetering on the tip of Edamura's tongue, but it's rude so he doesn't ask it]

Good. She has a point, you know.

[and they are seated! Edamura picks up his menu to scan the selections, frowning a bit as everything seems to be SUPER RICH and SUPER FILLING]

Are you and your nanny close?

[crimsin]

[ Nico is also looking over the menu with interest. This is such a nice human restaurant! How novel!

He glances up to smile ruefully. ]

I would not say I was close to anyone in my childhood. I was something of a spoiled brat.

[ordimame]

You were?

[color him surprised. . . ? but he supposes 1300 is a very long time. someone can easily change in that many years]

That's hard for me to imagine. . . I actually meant now, but if you went all the way back to your childhood, then. . .

[. . . is she no longer around?]