knightsoflegend | Valentine's Day }{ Open post

"Probably not." He says, looking embarrassed, but hey- at least he's honest. "I'll try to rein it in though. You're just... You're great." As if that explains everything.

"I mean... you realize everyone in here thinks you lost a bet, right?"

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"Actually, I'm pretty sure the vast majority of them aren't thinking about us at all. They're probably deciding what to order, or about how they have a big project due at work coming up, or what they should say to the lady across the table in order to get laid tonight."

Just saying.

"Besides, if you know me at all, you know very well that I don't give a damn about what other people think."

"I know that." Ugh. Okay, he feels like he just has to get this off his chest. Better now than when the food arrives? "I just- It's still hard for me to believe sometimes. Which I know is basically the quickest way to turn a girl off, airing all my insecure bullshit." He huffs a breath out and tries to collect his thoughts. "I'm bad at this. Like... really bad at it. And I'm not going to be able to even fake that I'm any good at dating or being a boyfriend or not being a fuck up." He pauses. "Pretty sure bringing that up on Valentine's Day sort of proves the point.

"But what I do know? Is that I really like you. A lot. And if you can put up with the fact that this isn't the last time you'll probably hear this? Or the fact that I am the sort of person who gives a damn what other people think? That I think about it basically all of the time? Then I think it can be good. Some of this is nerves, yeah, but not most of it. Most of it's just me. And I just want to make sure you don't think it's going to mellow out any time soon."

The funny thing is that it will, because being with her actually calms down the high strung behavior he's had for so many years. But he doesn't know that.

"As if I don't have my own issues and baggage. I'm a succubus, and I'm about to attempt to be someone's girlfriend."

Just saying, Andrew. She knows how to look hot, and pick up guys, and get them into her bed. The rest of this is pretty fucking new to her and she's just kind of waiting for the thrill of sticking it to her to wear off, to be honest.

But Andrew's not that kind of guy. If anyone fucks this up, it's going to be her, not him.

Andrew stops and thinks about that, mouth part open because... Well, he doesn't have anything to say to that.

"We're sort of fucked up, aren't we?" But it makes his mouth quirk into a smile because it's good to remind himself that Bo's not some perfect untouchable dream girl. She's real. And she's got her own issues. She's gorgeous, yeah, but she's so much more than that. He seems to settle back in his chair, which is good because the food is here. Once the waiter sets it all down and walks off, Andrew reaches over for her hand.

"I'm glad you're willing to try. It means a lot."

She laughs before she shrugs her shoulders.

"Maybe just a little bit." Everyone is fucked up, after all. It's just a matter of how much.

She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, or as gentle as she ever is. "Better to jump in headfirst than to regret you didn't later." The worst that could happen was it didn't work out. Even if she has her baggage and her reservations, doing things because something bad might happen wasn't one of them.

"Right. Exactly." No, that's sort of the opposite of how he leads his life, but that's the problem isn't it? He's barely living his life at all. So it's better to just fucking go for it, right?

"Speaking of- time to dive in for some sushi." It's a joke because fish. Also, I don't eat sushi so have a random fish based rolled food thing, Bo. Fuck if I know what it is. But he's got chop sticks and picking a piece up to try to feed it to her. Luckily, he's not a total klutz right now (dex 16).

"It almost looks too pretty to eat, not that that's ever stopped me."

Bo, stop yourself. Though, really, there are too many sushi based sex jokes she could make here, it's not even funny.

I eat sushi like a boss, so it's totally a crunchy roll because they're delicious and good for beginners but still fancy. And wow, such pro with those sticks oh yes.

Excuse her, she'll just be letting him drop that delicious morsel right into her mouth and be polite while she chews and swallows.

Okay, saying things like that? Cheating. It's a good thing he had such a good dex check because wow he might have dropped the roll after hearing that. But once she's got the bite in her mouth, he pulls back and grabs one for himself, watching her for any sort of negative reaction.

"Good, yeah?"

Her expression is one of approval, even mild surprise.

"Better than anything raw has any right to be." Except Crunchy Rolls aren't raw, so gj Bo. "I think I might need at least a couple more to really decide."

That last bit? Sarcasm. The restaurant is a winner.

"Well, we've got plenty." He says with a grin. Yay! She likes it! Andrew picks out something else for her and nudges it towards her, but he hands her a set of chopsticks so that she can try picking it up on her own. Or maybe she's a pro with it and just doesn't do sushi. Guess he will find out!

"So the rest of the night is sort of up to you. There's a few clubs around here. We could go dancing. And by that I mean I can watch you dance while I stand there. Or..."so hopeful for this long shot. "There's a theater down the way that's showing a black and white horror movie marathon?"

It may be Valentine's Day but it's still Andrew. At least he's presenting options!

Bo takes the chopsticks, and apparently she'll probably manage to get that piece in her mouth eventually (dex 14) without losing too much rice in the process.

She looks a little thoughtful as she chews. She's all for clubs sometimes, but this date sure isn't about getting her dance on alone.

"Horror movies it is." She gives him a knowing look. "Maybe we can snag some seats in the back row. If we're lucky, it'll be empty."

She's like a fucking teenager sometimes, I swear.

He can't help but grin like an idiot at her suggestion. It wasn't at all what he meant by it, but he will definitely be on board. He's never had a girl want to make out with him (or more???) in the back of a theater so this is kind of exciting.

"So what's something about you I don't know yet? Any weird phobias? Imaginary friends as a kid? I know the Veil sort of makes some of it hard but... I just want to know you."

Bo chuckles, shaking her head.

"Any childhood stories are a no go, though given what things were like when I popped through the Veil? That's probably a good thing. I've got seven days worth of pre-Veil memories, and they aren't great ones."

She pops another piece of sushi in her mouth, chews thoughtfully and swallows.

"Let's see. My favorite color is black, if that wasn't completely obvious. Though I would say blue and purple might come in a close second and third."

"Mine's green. Which is sort of the worst when you're an Irish transplant. Sort of a walking stereotype in that, I guess." He doesn't seem that upset about it, really. On the scale of things that he gets insecure about, this is minor.

"Only seven days? I can't imagine it. I mean I know loads of people from through the Veil. But it's just one of those things you can't really know unless you've been through it."

"Doesn't sound any more stereotypical than a succubus who prefers black leather and thigh high boots."

Which is what she's wearing 90 percent of the time. Just saying. They can be walking stereotypes together.

"You get kind of used to it. I'm guessing I have a lot of memories that I don't exactly mind losing."

He doesn't want to press her about her past, especially since he knows what she remembers can't be all that great, or she would probably talk about it freely.

"All the more reason to make better memories, yeah?"

Her expression is both impressed and approving.

"Exactly. I think we can add this one to my favorites list."

And to think, she'd never been much of a Valentine's Day girl before.

The grin he gives her could be very easily described as dopey.

"Yeah? Well... good. Yeah, that's great actually. I'm glad you're having a good time. Because I am too. Really good." Pinching himself every day of his life for how he got so lucky. "So did I successfully convert you into a sushi lover, then?"

"I think you're well on your way. I'm just going to have to try a few more."

But it's pretty clear that she's definitely digging it. She's the adventurous type in almost everything. A little raw fish was never going to scare her.

"Mmm, fair enough. Try this out then." And he hands over something spicier. It's one of his favorites. I still don't eat sushi and researching sushi is just like idk fish stuff.

"I try to make it myself at the castle sometimes. It mostly just turns into a pile of rice and fish on a plate with seaweed draped on top, but..." He shrugs. An attempt was made.

Spicy tuna? Red Dragon? WHATEVER I BET IT'S FUCKING DELICIOUS.

"Well, considering how they're like tiny works of art, you probably have to go to school or something, right?"

Not that Bo would really know. She can't cook. Sorry, Andrew.

"Culinary school, maybe. Fish 101. Actually since it's pretty advanced it would be like Fish 452- how to roll this shit with rice." That's definitely the technical course name. Yep.

She practically snorts when she laughs. She loves his sense of humor, okay.

"Hey, they made this other one look literally like a caterpillar. I can't tell if they went to culinary or art school."

"Probably a weird combination of both. Gotta give 'em credit though. Really does look like a fucking caterpillar." He starts laughing then, nearly seeming like his nerves are gone.

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