[what's that? it must some personal process of hers.
he'd ask but
she's already told him a lot. even if he's sure she would answer honestly, regardless. sometimes people need secrets.]
Leave it to me. [with a lazy salute, he starts his new duty. he begins by closing and locking the window panel he just came through.
and since that's about it as far as the office goes, he begins wandering around the other rooms and areas to check on their doors and windows. and lights, that too.
he's done in record time, thanks to being a Servant.
when he walks down the hall, back to her office, he's whistling. calling out.]
[She just has a computer to power down, some files to tuck away, and a window to lock up again. She's locking her little office door behind her by the time he strides back her way.]
All good. Did you want to catch dinner together again?
[unthinkingly, he reaches for her hand and wraps his own around it. it's to tug her along the sidewalk because they're not moving and
the place doesn't stay open that late, either. they need to get there in time. he doesn't want to take her there only to miss it and have nothing to show for it.
[She hurries in, tugging him along by the hand. While she's mostly poised, her fingers squeeze his in giddy, childish excitement as they're ushered into a booth. She has to let go then, to sit, but they each get a menu and she begins pouring over it, fascinated.]
More than the other restaurant I took you to, huh?
[though he had garbled some protest as she dragged him inside, he doesn't actually mind it. he's relaxing in his booth, sinking into some American 1950's style theme they have going on. checkered floors and red upholstery is the main component, now that they're inside.
he's more interested in watching her than his own menu -- his chin in his hand as he watches her go over each and every pie, cake, tart, and other dessert offered with increasing excitement.]
The portions should be smaller here, compared to the banana pile you devoured.
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So it'd be fine if I dropped in?
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no, she's his now. has been for over a month. it's not Dan's enemy, it's his Master. his Dominant.
the text isn't answered, but it's not too long until there's a small knock at one of the windows to her office.
are her windows open to him too because he's there]
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Welcome back. I was just tidying up for the night again. What's up?
[She's wearing a skirt again, but this one, at least, swishes loose down to her knees.]
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if he goes into that office and she does the bending over in a skirt thing again, it could be... bad.]
By yourself again? Jeez. Make that other guy do it.
[with a leap, he vaults himself into the office.]
Alright, what can I do to make this go by faster?
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[She pauses and rubs the back of her neck.]
...it's weird, but it's nice to leave an empty building and know it will still be there in the morning.
[She thinks on it.]
Well, maybe just go and make sure all the other windows and doors are locked up? Lights off, and all that.
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he'd ask but
she's already told him a lot. even if he's sure she would answer honestly, regardless. sometimes people need secrets.]
Leave it to me. [with a lazy salute, he starts his new duty. he begins by closing and locking the window panel he just came through.
and since that's about it as far as the office goes, he begins wandering around the other rooms and areas to check on their doors and windows. and lights, that too.
he's done in record time, thanks to being a Servant.
when he walks down the hall, back to her office, he's whistling. calling out.]
Everything's clear! Are you done?
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All good. Did you want to catch dinner together again?
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[but close.]
You should probably get something on the way, though.
[???]
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[She mulls on that for a minute, as they head out and she takes care of the last door behind them.]
Are we hitting up a bar?
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because that's bad.
his hands shove themselves into his pockets, eyes looking off somewhere beside him. not at her.]
Kind of.
Look. It's a surprise, okay?
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[She knows there's a fast food-type place around.]
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[unthinkingly, he reaches for her hand and wraps his own around it. it's to tug her along the sidewalk because they're not moving and
the place doesn't stay open that late, either. they need to get there in time. he doesn't want to take her there only to miss it and have nothing to show for it.
the worst.]
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[Still, she passes over the small pack of fries she gets with her burger, and eats her snack one handed as they continue moving.]
I'm getting a little excited. Your surprise last time was really nice.
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somewhere along the way, he realized he's been holding her hand since they left Seraphic Cage...
and letting her go has no point because they've arrived at their destination.
the neon sign above says Dick's Dessert Diner. a couple passes by them, climbing the two steps and opening the door before disappearing inside.]
We're here.
[he's smiling a little, thin-lipped, at the sign.
dick........]
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[Her face lights up when she reads the name of the place, and she turns to stare up at him, beaming.]
A whole diner just for sweets?
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kill him right now. it was worth it if only to see that expression on her face, directed at him.
after a moment of blank shock, he smiles back at her.]
Yeah. I thought you might be interested in something like this.
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[She hurries in, tugging him along by the hand. While she's mostly poised, her fingers squeeze his in giddy, childish excitement as they're ushered into a booth. She has to let go then, to sit, but they each get a menu and she begins pouring over it, fascinated.]
There's so much...
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[though he had garbled some protest as she dragged him inside, he doesn't actually mind it. he's relaxing in his booth, sinking into some American 1950's style theme they have going on. checkered floors and red upholstery is the main component, now that they're inside.
he's more interested in watching her than his own menu -- his chin in his hand as he watches her go over each and every pie, cake, tart, and other dessert offered with increasing excitement.]
The portions should be smaller here, compared to the banana pile you devoured.
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[She nibbles her lower lip, brow furrowed in deep contemplation.]
Maybe... a slice of apple pie, and a custard fruit tart, and one of the chocolate options...?
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so he chuckles quietly as she lists off and mumbles about the things she wants.]
You're not gonna start coming here every day to try everything from now on, are you?
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[She's surprisingly serious about this...]
Once a week, maybe. Though, first I have to take a turn and find a place you like, too...
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then drops
turns again. what's with her and turns? he uses the hand propping up his chin and waves his hand.]
No, no. I like this place just fine, too.
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[You know, outside of the bedroom.]
There's nothing wrong with finding more enjoyable places, is there?
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i feel attacked every time you use that icon lmao
c:
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fUCK this has been sitting open and unsent for hours
asdfsf i was like GUESS SHANA HAD TO GO
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