un-date. it's like an un-birthday, but with more derp.

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Who: Abel & Ciel
What: THIS IS NOT A DATE.
Where: Diner; around town
When: Monday the 21st, late afternoon-ish onward
Warnings: DERP DERP? God, there will be so much derp in here. And probably lots of tl;dr. No regrets.

Mayfield... was strange.

Now, now -- this is hardly news, correct? While one is prone to agree with such a sentiment, when it comes to the case of one (1) Abel Nightroad... the manner in which we can apply 'strange' is most likely different than the average. Perhaps it can be blamed on his previous lifestyle -- or maybe it's the nature of his upbringing, but 'socialite' had never been a skill mentioned on this man's resume. Why, once upon a time, his 'employers' would've likely done anything in their power to prevent his face from taking the spotlight. Matters of diplomacy or socialization were best left to the gentle brother with the cherubic smile who could do no wrong. And, if Cain had been at his side in this day in age--

...Well, let's just say that the reasons for hiding him under the table at Church functions might've changed, but the fact remains the same. Abel was never good at putting on a face of competence. Never good at finding the right thing to say. "Social graces," and all that...

It was part of the facade, of course. The "bumbling priest" no one took seriously; the man who slipped under the radar because no one would think twice about a fool too stupid to tie his own shoes. But the habit of appearing less than he was... it wasn't something he turned off when work was through. (Not that it ever was.) Even around those he cared for and loved most, even around those who knew better... he would pretend to be the fool. He would trip over his words and embarrass himself -- he would fall on his face time after time when faced with any sort of sincerity.

(So maybe it isn't entirely a facade.)

It was one of the reasons why his 'social' life at home was basically non-existent. It was true he spent time with Esther, followed her around not unlike an eager-to-please dog hoping to keep her company while he could when they both found themselves in possession of free time before she had been graced the title of Lady-Saint. He indulged himself with Caterina, as well -- with his co-workers who he considered friends first. Something like family. But there was a silent understanding behind everything they did, everything they said... it was all a part of what bound them together.

Duty.

...A duty that was absent in Mayfield. Forming 'friends' without that common bond tying and forcing them together... it was strange. Meeting Ciel at the church for tea -- this felt more like home. It felt normal... It, too, was almost like a replication of that 'duty' back home. They were tied together because of the Church, right? They had met there, and served there (if "served" may be stretching it in Abel's case). They associated frequently because of their bond to the church, and not necessarily each other.

So this... this...

Was different, and new.

It was strange...

She was not his first 'friend.' She wasn't the first person who had been kind to him, or the first person who looked into his face with genuine sincerity when the time came for it. These were things he's had elsewhere in his life -- had at home at present, too. But... he had realized, that day weeks ago now, when he'd first asked if she would like to spend some time together away from the church--

...She is the first friend he has had in his life that was not bound... obligated to him through duty.

Perhaps that was why he seemed nervous as he waited outside of the Diner at the time they had arranged to meet up for an innocuous meal over ice tea (honestly, such a silly prospect, and yet it was absolutely true) -- prodding at his glasses for what had to be the millionth time that afternoon as he leaned against his car door. What if she had been teasing him when she'd agreed to all this? What if she had been serious about that-- ah. That uh... the joke, or she had gotten busy and forgotten about their plans altogether? ...Yes, that was likely, right? Ciel was very good at keeping on top of things, that was true, but she was also very busy! The chances that she would remember something so trivial and stupid were slim after weeks had passed. Yes.

That's definitely it, right? So, he'll wait... maybe ten, fifteen minutes past when they arranged for before calling it quits. That's acceptable, right? He wouldn't hold it against her if she changed her mind or let it slip through the cracks. Definitely! Definitely.

...Ahem.

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Part of her still thought she should have tried harder to weasel her way out of this. Because really, was any of this truly necessary? They always met at the Church after sundown over tea, sweets, and other silly matters much too meaningless to warrant any mention to anyone else. It was just part of what's now been established as a simple and recurring routine, which is something Ciel liked, because routine means order, order means predictability, and predictability means control. Control is good, it offers a bubble in which one can safely and comfortably operate under, because that means no unpleasant surprises and no being caught off-guard (or the odds are much lower, at least).

Of course, it's also hard to picture anything going wrong during a simple outing at the Diner under the afternoon sun. This is Mayfield yes, land of unpredictable traumatic catastrophes, but still, one can only take paranoia so far after having gotten used to the typical patterns by spending a few months or years in the ~perfect town to live in~. Going for ice tea is something that most people would consider relatively innocuous an activity too, so realistically evaluating the situation, it's nothing dangerous or particularly troubling.

Nevertheless, it still breaks routine, which is why Ciel can't say to be wholly at ease with the proposition even when Monday came. It's not that she was concerned about anything going wrong. She's not particularly apprehensive or nervous either, it's not like she's never been in town during the day for leisure either. It's just that... being asked to spend time in company under daylight seems... superfluous? Needless? Redundant? Something on that line, but she's still somehow having a hard time coining an exact term to describe it adequately. What started out as an insignificant and ridiculous chat over summer drinks eventually led to this, and figuring that she might as well humor him for such a silly reason, she ultimately agreed.

So.

Of course she'd show up, and on time at that. She can be underhanded and sneaky about things, but when it's already been agreed previously to, and especially if this whole thing is as... trifling and harmless as she's already told herself several times to be, she's not going to go back on her word. In fact, not showing up hasn't even crossed her mind once; she might've considered calling him and telling him she's busy, but leaving the poor puppy priest (right they're doing this not as Churchies this time) man out to dry would simply be far too cruel. Hence at 2:59PM, she turns the corner of a street in Downtown Mayfield in her casual wear to come into sight of the Diner - and the nervous-looking chap who is currently awkwardly standing in front of it.

...

It's hard to keep a straight face at that. No, it's hard to keep anything remotely like concern over how the rest of this afternoon is going to play out; any speculation or worries she had instantly evaporated on the spot. ...Ah, she really ought to snap him out of it and bring him back to reality, before he embarrasses himself any further looking as stiff as a stick over there while receiving strange glances from passing drones all over. For the umpteenth time, she ironically asks herself what is she ever going to do with him.

"Good afternoon," --Father? No, right, of course. They're not on Church business-- "Abel." She chuckles lightly and breaks the ice with a smooth greeting, with that soft and composed smile of hers of course, as always. "I haven't kept you waiting for long, I would hope?"

...Ah, it must definitely be 3'o clock now.

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O-oh. Sister is so cute out of her habit...

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--Aha! There is a brief look of surprise (and something... else) on his face as he makes out the sight of an approaching familiar face in the crowd of drones in and out of the drones, perhaps a cognizant citizen or two scattered among them. Maybe he really had worked out in his head that she wouldn't show to something like this when he's sure she had much better things to do... That, and perhaps he'd convinced himself that asking her to do something so silly was -- well, silly to begin with. Honestly, what had he been thinking...?

But--! It's a little late to question such wisdom now, as she's here -- greeting him with that ever-cheerful smile, and... a distinct lack of the usual title. He's reminded of what she said before -- there was no need for formalities like that when they would be here as friends, right? They're here as 'Ciel' and 'Abel,' not 'Father' and 'Sister.' He's suddenly aware even Esther still calls him Father, after all this time...

"No!" He is quick to reassure her, holding his hands up to wave it off. "No, no... not at all! Actually..." He's even conferring with the watch at his wrist to be certain; no... the Sister--

"--Ciel," not 'Sister,' today. "You're right on time! I just got here a few minutes ago, so please don't worry. I hope I'm not tearing you away from anything too important, um--"

Well, just about anything had to be more important than this, right...

[ex_seventh238]

Abel plz

She could well ask him the same thing, but now that they're here, the point is moot, isn't it? And don't go self-conscious on her now, Father, it's not the time...

"Aha, that's a relief. I wanted to arrive a few minutes in advance, but unfortunately, I didn't get the chance." She offers a mild and apologetic smile. "And please, we've settled this weeks in advance. If that was the case, the fault would be entirely mine, for scheduling something now by mistake when I already had plans made long before." It turns reassuring just as effortlessly, and hmm, what can she do to get him to calm down a little...

"Shall we head in, then? Standing out here won't get us anywhere, now would it?" To get moving perhaps, for one? And that was a small joke while she pulls the strap of her bag back onto her shoulder - it was sliding off, alright.

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O-oh miss Ciel ooh

Well, her logic is as flawless as usual. She would have been more self-aware than to have scheduled something for today when she knew she would be meeting him, right? Right! Um, that is -- unless something came up last minute. But it hadn't, or she would've chosen obligation over something frivolous like this, hm? She has always been responsible-minded and reliable like that. Ciel could be trusted to keep her priorities in order, so he shouldn't over-think it.

But he's going to anyway, isn't he...

"--Right!" Head in; that proposition was a good one, and when she adjusts her bag, he rather awkwardly holds his hand out. Because... it feels like the thing to do. Yes. "Do you want me to take that? It's no trouble!" Like a gentleman or something. He never claimed to be good at this, okay.

[ex_seventh238]

Stop making this a thing before you turn it into some sort of twisted forced meme!!1

But even if something came up, ditching him without a word would imply he's unimportant and simple to dismiss. Which would, of course, be completely false, inaccurate, outlandish, invalid, mistaken, untrue, fallacious, and dumb assumptions!! The list can go on, but the general idea ought to be clear.

What a hopeless dork... She didn't even need to squint to see that he doesn't have the faintest clue of what to do with himself. Oh Father...

...

"It's a small handbag, so I'm fine." Abel, when a woman carries a small handbag, that generally contains personal items. Like keys, wallet, makeup, and other small and negligible items commonly used among females but they would probably pitch a fit if a male is to scoff over them. ...This is not Ciel's case however, NOT GOING TO LIE SHE FLOUNDERED A BIT IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR, but in the end settled for just washing her face and cleaning her glasses. Seriously, when you hunt vampires for a living, you don't get into the habit of using mascara and lipsticks.

...THAT IS TO SAY, a woman's handbag is not something you ask to carry... And to that, she can't help but let out a faint giggle. He really is completely lost. "If you're wondering how to act like a gentleman, how about getting the door instead?" Let her help with a friendly suggestion. ...God this is retarded and adorable, how deal...

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It's already a thing
>'forced' this is a fallacy

Ah, but - he is rather unimportant and simple to dismiss, you silly goose...

...Along with hopeless dork, yes. These are all accurate descriptions!! My, Ciel, you have so many of those, don't you? She's beginning to know him too well already, isn't she? She's right again that he has absolutely no idea what to do when one takes the 'duty' out of the equation and things become more meaningful. A friendship that isn't bound by the rules and laws of a shared obligation to a common cause...

Over-analyzing it, maybe. But Caterina had been forced to teach him how to be 'human,' starting ten years ago. It's safe to say that there are many aspects of his person left lacking, despite her generous and affectionate tutelage. He had only ever learned how to smile again at all because of her, even when it hurts... and maybe one day, it'd be someone like Ciel who could teach him how to smile for himself, too.

Stranger things have happened.

Perhaps, like the two of them approaching the Diner together this afternoon. As simple as it was, one couldn't deny it was also 'strange,' right?

Her direction is well-received; he never did do well when left to his own devices after all -- so, though he might be a little red in the face at his apparent derpitude already exceeding ~special~ levels, he'll tug the door ajar for her and try to cover his embarrassment with a mockingly flourishing bow.

"After you, my lady...?"

Clearly the best way to reassemble this into a comfortable situation is to be as overwhelmingly dumb as possible.

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His misconception that belittling himself will belittle his mountain of problems and issues/his impact in other people's lives is something that she does sincerely hope to snap him out of someday, but until then, it's more of coaching puppies to roll over and follow her. ...Or in this case, hold out and give her its metaphorical paw.

Given their peculiar individual circumstances, this may be strange, it's true. But when it's just seen as a man and a woman in front of a Diner, that's just about one of the most ordinary things in the world. At least progress is definitely happening; this is occurring now not mainly because she gave rise to the idea, but because he pushed through and insisted they make it a thing, whether he was aware of how the events would play out or not. So... the first step, is something that he took himself. It may be endearing to watch him fumble now, she even finds herself idly wondering if he regrets asking her at all - but those are details of the past. She's fine with having to take the lead, whether for just a few instants or throughout the whole thing, but hopefully, he does loosen up and learn something by the time night falls.

It'd also be far too evil to pick on him now, so without further ado and with a small nod, she steps in first.

"Thank you."

She's then going to peer over her shoulder to see that he follows. He's not just going to stand there... is he... She'll also keep her peripheral vision open for the drone waiters, just in case he doesn't know how to flag down a table...

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TOO BAD fight me

Does he think that way...? If he does, it's certainly subconscious. Perhaps it's more that he sincerely believes there is nothing endearing or worthwhile about his person deserving notice or said impact. Underneath any 'good' qualities is the ugly, ugly truth of the matter... Self-confidence is overrated, or better yet -- left to some redeemable fellow, not a sinner. It should be no trouble of hers... don't think that way, Sister...!!

...Just a man and a woman in front of a Diner, hm...

(Is anything ever so simple? Has it ever been, for either of them? In either of the paths their lives have taken... it seems surreal, if that's the case here and now. Would either of them know how to act as a simple 'man' and 'woman' anymore?)

He's straightening and rather gracefully nudging the glasses up his nose as he does -- there's something to be said for the bravado of confidence the facade of the fool places on a man's shoulders! When you're purposely acting the part of the idiot, one can hardly expect anything short of idiocy, right? There's no real risk of a 'mistake' there. But! Flagging down a waiter for a table is one thing he can do, at least -- he's been here with his little brother before, after all. Taking Cain for tuna melts is a pass time. It's not like his little-big brother would get to enjoy such comforts at home, so... all the better to spoil him with, right?! It makes this experience, at least, one he's relatively secure in. Maybe that's the only reason he asked her here at all.

Yes this booth seems just right! Ah, and there's no need to worry about pulling a chair out for her in this case, either! Lucky him. He'll pick up the menu with a cheerful vigor -- it really does seem when food is involved, he has a shameless lack of self-restraint. The enthusiasm isn't hard to see.

"Ahh... so! Ciel, are you getting ice tea too?" As if it's some kind of delicacy and he's excited to share the experience or something why did she agree to this again...

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Fights to the death

It's something on that line that leads to the same result. If he's anything human, then that has to go. No ifs nor buts. She happens to know quite a great deal about what being a sinner entails, and he's going to have quite a lecture waiting for him if that ever does crop up in the future. But for now...

Well! He's snapping out of it; that's more like it. She's passed by the Diner often after groceries, but she only came here a few times, and... it's also in the company of children and middle schoolers, what a coincidence. This is one of the first places she pointed out to Cain long ago around when they first met actually, and one would briefly wonder if their knowing has any connections...

And wow food solves everything around him doesn't it. Well, she already knew this, but still.

"Haha. I'm not sure yet, but I already know what that tastes like. ...Should I?" Slobbering excited puppy all up in here... She's not here for the culinary experience, definitely, because as she will say again, 10$ she can make better of anything served here if she had the recipes and ingredients available, let it be food or drink. But some things money can't buy, hm? It's for a reason like that, if she must provide an answer of some kind.

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/fights dirty what now!!

...Ah. Something like that... if she were to ever hear those words leave his lips... it would have to be a sad day indeed, wouldn't it? He really hopes the occasion never comes. There's no doubt the lecture she would have in store for him would be something, too...

In a roundabout way, she's entirely at fault for their seemingly pre-destined meeting here -- after all, it was Cain bringing up the Diner to Abel after Ciel had brought it up to Cain that had them meeting here! Ah, the mystical and beautiful threads fate weaves for our heroes. One hopes she'll end up satisfied with the path she pushed into motion, however unwittingly!

"Mm, definitely! Maybe it'll be even better this time around, right?" He'd insert something terribly sentimental and such here -- about how food (and drinks, by association) are made to taste better by sharing them with good company. It's predictable, right? But he's being distracted by the food on the list in front of him (despite having eaten here dozens of times before), giving a little thoughtful hum.

"Um-- you're going to eat something too, right? After a work day, you're probably hungry..."

Yes Ciel eat with him so he's not awkward and alone.......

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/goes a level beyond 8I

But maybe he needs it. How's one to learn, if they don't know they're making a mistake, don't know why it's wrong, and are given no incentive to make change happen? The saddest tragedies are stories where the characters themselves don't realize just how badly they truly are off.

Please, no regrets. He's the awkward turtle here, and if this teaches him a thing or two about how to treat a woman out on a date socializing, then it's well worth the domino chain effect. They should come all together sometimes. Maybe get Charles to tag along too. It would be the best worst outing ever.

"Then if you recommend it, F- Abel." Never mind the fact that he's the one who never tried it. Oh, that's something she'd wholeheartedly agreed with, but again, she can be the one doing the cooking, they don't have to be in public under broad daylight, the food would totally taste better, and it'll boil down to something close enough!! ...Though that's just tugging at semantics at this point, granted. RE: not here for the food, nope!

...

Except for the fact that she still has the appetite of a trucker, doesn't she. O-oh... She shouldn't make that too obvious here. It's not like she won't be heading home straight after this to cook curry real dinner, not to mention she had a full lunch, so she can hold out no problem! Besides, they still have to pay here. She has enough on her, but you never know, better to not risk too much... ...Okay she'll get something, but in moderation.

"I wouldn't mind, no." Because eating isn't the problem here, nope... "It's been a while since I came here though, so hmm..." Don't mind her just looking over the menu and looking for anything spicy...

...

No good, huh...

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omg why but I just drank the last bit of milk in your fridge how can you top that

...It's true...

Though he may be stubborn and stunted and buried thoroughly under what he believes is true, at the very heart of it -- no one but a woman long dead and gone had ever tried to truly teach him the error in his ways. (He hadn't let anyone close enough to try. It was so much easier, at home... she would be able to preach the same, wouldn't she? On this point, she surely understands. To keep others at arm's length -- it was much simpler with the kind of lives they lead in their respective worlds.)

Who's to say... if someone were to try, he wouldn't learn? That is, if his selfish desire to hate himself didn't simply chase her and anyone else away, first.

--Well. Does she truly have no regrets?! That tune might change by the end of the evening, because he doesn't plan on letting her off so easily~! If she thinks this is a simple meeting over a quick meal and some iced tea, she's sadly mistaken. She had told him he ought to make this good, and so -- he has something up his sleeve. However, the 'getting there' is the part he's most shaky about...

The best way is to simply try, right? And try not to overthink it all. So--

"I definitely recommend it," he said with firmness, nodding in emphasis of this STRONG CHOICE. Yes. He fully supports the prospect of ice tea this afternoon, in case she were wondering. And please -- he's well aware that she would be able to provide just about... well, anything he could ask for, in all likelihood... from a cheese sandwich to firearms and everything in between. It's entirely true, too! He has faith in her like that, and it's well-founded in this case.

Still... it's already been said, right? Sometimes, it isn't about what's 'best.' But rather, an experience created by letting someone else taking the effort out of your hands. Sitting back and enjoying the simplicity of a meal someone else made so you don't have to.

Ahh... really, there's no need to hide her monstrous appetite with him -- obviously she's in good company and knows as much already in those regards, but... he would probably find it thoroughly amusing... no really he might sort've roll off the booth laughing if he watched her put away as many plates as she liked.....

...Plus at least he has the social graces to not stick her with the bill. Unless he feels like trying to troll her. No promises.

--Hm! Is this a matter of what to choose? Abel is leaning forward a bit, pointing out the tuna melt on the menu with a fond smile. "This is Cain's favorite, if you share his propensity toward fish? I think you made him some kind of seafood chowder, once, right?"

After THE INCIDENT THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED.

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By buying a new carton from the dept store 2 minutes away... I'm serious too

It's a bit late for that. She's already given her word that other night, hasn't she? That, and how she reasoned back then hasn't changed now: one petty past isn't worth holding against the sake of an entire future. That's the difference between them; she's still terribly flawed as a person, but she's already learned from her deepest mistake. Him, on the other hand...

But no she needs to think of her wallet so they need to get together over a home-cooked meal if he really wants to bear witness to how much she can eat, and that's final!! And yes, that bill is a definite issue. She expects him to pay as much as she expects him to stop dramatizing for a whole day, in other words, she doesn't.

Looking up with a faintly amused expression of her own, she nods. "He did tell me he was fond of fish, and you remember that? Hehe. I'm okay with seafood, but what he and I really agree on are spicy things."

...Yep, scooting riiight over that.

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CHEATING.

Learned from her deepest mistake, hm...

...Or perhaps, their manner of internal punishment -- one they've placed and served upon themselves -- is the true difference, here.

WELP.

He really wouldn't argue if it became a matter of whether or not they preferred to indulge in tragic amounts of gluttony together over a home cooked meal versus whatever the Diner may serve. As far as he's concerned -- and she can probably guess, his choice will be Ciel's grade A, top-notch cooking any day! However, the effort involved in procuring that amount of food becomes trickier when one is forced to make it themselves, huh... in comparison to the Diner, where laziness is king! He's big on the laziness.

At the topic of fish and spices, he heaves a sigh. "Honestly. It's not like I have anything against fish -- or spicy things, really... but he has no taste at all! You should see the faces he makes if I so much as mention cake in front of him! Terrible! It's TERRIBLE."

GOD it's the worst. Worst. WORST. But, this is a curious detail... Ciel likes spicy things, hm? HMM...

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Hence fighting dirty duh

Time makes a difference, and to be fair she is like 9 centuries younger than him, oops. Her not-so-secret-but-confounding-nevertheless real age scales up to 2 digits... He's had way more time to be an idiot, let's be real here.

Abel please, some people actually enjoy doing work, a novel notion, isn't it? Maybe someday a "family" churchie dinner ought to happen. Someday.

"The same one as you're making right now, perhaps?" Wild guess here, really. And yes, she eats spicy, didn't she infer as much when she answered his ~deep~ question of what she misses from home with 'Garam Masala'... Connect the dots, Abel. But please don't try to do anything with this, no one needs him in the kitchen...

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...touche. .......touche.

Yes he's had much longer to be an idiot... which is probably why he has wasted the entirety of said time doing exactly that!! Ciel still has time to wise up, and maybe... just maybe while she's teaching him, she might learn something in return, hm? Or... at the least, perhaps she'll gain something necessary to help her along that path. It's definitely what he'd want for her, if this course was to continue forward...

NO ONE ONE ENJOYS WORK AND EVERYONE IS LAZY...!! Ah, but... he would be lying if she suggested something of the like and he responded with anything but heartfelt enthusiasm. It would be just the kind of thing he goes for, without hesitation.

"Eh? Right now?"

That response only prompts him to begin idiotically feeling out his face as if to ponder the answer to that question. Well, they are twins. It's entirely possible Cain makes the precise face Abel is right at this particular moment!!

No it's too late... inb4 it's her fault he burns his house down...

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Sentimental idiot etc no point for her to take steps forward if he evens it out by taking one back! GET ON HER LEVEL.

Loser, and filing that away for future reference...

"Yes. Would you like to take a look? I do believe I have a hand mirror on me right now." She's being so helpful he wouldn't even realize he's being trolled...

Inb4 she carves a magical smoke detector in his house /meddles 5ever

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No get on his level. ...Wait no, scratch that just-- SHUSH, OKAY. JUST SHUSH!!! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!!!!1

...He blinks, nudging those glasses up his face, before... realizing in doing so, he's dissolved the expression he'd been making. "--ah! It's gone again..."

As if he hadn't had control over this...

As if it were some flighty wild bird he had been attempting to photograph before it flew the coop...

...

oh good please don't let him burn his house down... just be careful about popping out of nowhere when he's trying to ninja-cook at 3am because accidents are prone to happening that way okok

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Nobody could be on his level other than him he owns his entire loser tier all to himself... And women everywhere are bosses of him deal.

...

Excuse her while she just ducks her head behind the menu again and giggles.

"I think I've decided. Have you?"

She's a professional ninja/stalker, dw she's got this...

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...Women everywhere are bosses of him yes this is extremely accurate... He wouldn't even bother trying to deny it, at least to himself, in truthfulness h-heh...

--Err, right... right! He clears his throat behind his hand, before picking his menu back up and putting on a serious face.

"Um... yes! Yes. I think I'm good to go, if you are?"

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His life...

"Mm... That should do." She'll gracefully put the menu down. "Yes, I am." Tilting her head sideways to get a glimpse beyond their table now... Are they ready to call the waiter/waitress?

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Yes! Let's do this, shall we?

It truly is a sign of how often he must partake in the Diner's offerings (hint: no one likes cooking at his house and dinner hour is often spent here for certain age-fiddled brothers) when one of the drone waiters notices him giving a wave and starts on over with that plastic smile on his face... recognizing him, and already guessing his (apparently predictable) order. Of like two burgers, fries, a milkshake and an extra pickle.

Because pickles are delicious don't judge him.

But! The addition of an ice tea is definitely going on that list and he seems to be salivating cheerfully as he smiles to Ciel; now, what's on the menu for the lady?

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...Terrible. To think she cooks every night, the menu ranging from the Western usual - pasta dishes, pot pies, casseroles, chowder, creamy soups, to the Eastern usual - tempuras, rice dishes, soup/fried noodles, steamed fish/meat, along with heavy use of soya products/bean curd, THE LIST GOES ON. Seriously, if she could leave and go back to her world with her Mayfield experiences intact, cooking will definitely be the one thing she'd profit the most from.

She won't judge him (openly) by not raising an eyebrow when it becomes apparent that he comes here enough for the drones to recognize him as a regular. Drone food is plain, and Ciel would still question if they have the same nutritional values as "real" food cooked from stuff gotten from the supermarket... Not to mention that having fried things all the time is definitely bad for the health. Is she going to start having to fret for the diet of his entire household now, IS SHE...

But that set aside, his order... isn't a snack. Unless the burgers here got smaller from her memory, that's... a full meal...

--Okay okay, no judging!! It's not like she's any better, but still. Going to opt for a shrimp salad, a turkey sandwich, dat ice tea, and a cup of coffee. Black.

...

So it's nothing to sneeze at either, but shhhhh.

[bloodsugar]

Oho... oho...

It seems Ciel is hungry too, doesn't it? He finds himself grinning as her order is placed. Yes, she's definitely in good company if she wants to feed her appetite without reservation, even if she's pulling her punches at the moment. Now, now, don't be shy, Sister!! This is no time to be lady-like. Isn't that kind of thing wasted on her present company?

"You know... I would order dessert too, but I fear you've officially spoiled me for just about anything other than your baking, Ciel..."

He doesn't seem as terribly saddened by this as he attempts. Because, let's face it... they're both aware she spoils the churchies rotten in those regards.