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more krakenboxer shenanigans feat. nariko

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[gunslingerqueen]

[ ....... Boxer. Don't do this. Don't make her do this so early on in the relationship.]

You have to promise you're not going to hate me for this answer.

[That's not ominous at all right?]

[n_ll]

[NO NOT AT ALL...]

I...promise?

[gunslingerqueen]

[.... here we go .....]

You don't love it more than me, we're equal if nothing else.

[It sounds like a painful concession she's making.] But, I mean, that's pretty arrogant to say.

[Maybe you'd think that Nariko wasn't the kind of woman to censor herself or worry about what she says to someone on a date! You would be wrong.]

[n_ll]

[He barks out a laugh and shakes his head.]

Trust me, I'm certainly more of the "live to eat" type than the "eat to live," but there are some things that I love way more than food.

[So no, he doesn't hate her for saying that.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Okay, that went over well! She can now breathe a sigh of relief.]

Even so, I'm glad you're not the type to judge my food choices. I've decided that I've had enough of that.

[n_ll]

You haven't made any food choices that struck me as weird.

[Please hold while he checks the fish.]

We already established you don't like Mystery Jan's, and I can't think of anything weirder than that.

[gunslingerqueen]

[Holding! And then!]

Hey, we have to be clear about that!

[This Junction Jan's deal is really going to be their Thing.]

I like Mystery Jan's! It's just not my favorite! There's a difference!

[No there isn't. They're gonna have to get separate flat breads like an old bickering couple.]

[n_ll]

Ugh.

[It's a soft, exasperated noise as he covers his face with his hand, then throws an incredulous smirk over his shoulder.]

I'll concede. Don't love food enough to eat that thing.

[gunslingerqueen]

[She snorts and rolls her eyes, but for now it's better to let that go.]

I will concede on one very particular condition.

[And just take a guess at what that condition could be, Boxer! It involves her lips.]

[n_ll]

[Uh oh.]

And what's that?

[gunslingerqueen]

I need a kiss.

[Don't be surprised.]

[n_ll]

Hmmm...

[He crosses his arms and puts on a face of deep consideration. This is a pretty severe price!!]

Hmph. All right.

[And he's grinning as he leans in to kiss her.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[The most severe!!!! Which makes it all the more meaningful that he pays it, and she doesn't make it anything complicated or ridiculous, just a loving little press of lips before she reigns herself back in.]

What kind of movies do you like?

[Because she's kind of thinking that'd be a good way to finish out the night: Fish and a nice movie with some affectionate cuddling?]

[n_ll]

Huh.

[He sits back in his chair.]

Good question.

[Because he apparently has to think about it???]

I guess...sci-fi? Action? Along those lines.

[gunslingerqueen]

[Boxer why do you have to put such thought into that?? Isn't it a relatively normal question?

Maybe the guy just didn't watch a lot of movies. That probably wouldn't last very long with her around.]

I feel like you're one degree from an 'I don't know'.

[Which, hey, that's cool! She's not judging! But still.]

[n_ll]

...Yeah. [Just call him out like that! Jeez!

He gives a noncommittal shrug.]

I'll watch just about anything.

[gunslingerqueen]

[It's hard not to when he's so mild! She'll double check herself next time.]

So you'll totally watch a thriller with me? [Pleeeaaasseee, Boxer???] It just came out on cable tonight and I was going to DVR it ...

[But she ended up here, near a TV and a really great cuddle buddy!]

[n_ll]

A thriller? Sure.

[So noncommittal. Movies are movies.]

Wanna go back out there and program mine to record it? The food'll be done by the time you come back.

[gunslingerqueen]

[Boxer will clearly never be as enamored with them as she is but that's okay, as long as he's willing to sit through them with her and listen to her go on and on and on!]

Yes!! Oh, do you have popcorn?!

[They might as well be at the start of their date again because she's all sorts of excited.]

[n_ll]

[He's the kind to not be into movies in general, but be really, really into certain movies in particular.

Boxer scoffs.]

Do I have popcorn.

[He reaches a tentacle across the kitchen to open up a cabinet. He only has a few bags of microwave popcorn and a bottle of air-pop.

A few dozen.

And a couple of selections to make flavored popcorn too. Powdered cheese, caramel, butter, salt, and so on...]

[gunslingerqueen]

Caramel!!!!!

[Oh, she's so happy right now. Boxer is the most gorgeous, perfect man in the world as far as she's concerned.] I want that one!

[She'd try to make it herself but, uh, his appliances don't need that kind of stress in their lives, and if she wants to catch the beginning of the movie she has to go get the DVR going anyway. But Boxer gets a little air kiss for his appreciation of popcorn.]

[n_ll]

Relax, Nariko. You can have all the caramel popcorn your heart desires after dinner.

[Because he can be a mother hen, too. As she finishes up programming the DVR to record, Boxer calls out from the kitchen.]

Dinner is served!

[Indeed, he already has the table set and the portions divided out on plates!]

[gunslingerqueen]

[He's a good one, at that, because she pouts at the idea of eating before getting to the sweet stuff, but quite obediently finished up with the television and then came back to the table.]

Man, that looks good!

[And she really shouldn't eat two dinners in one night but ... She'll run a little more tomorrow, it'll be fine.]

Can I just hire you to feed me so I don't have to eat out all the time?

[All. The. Time.]

[n_ll]

[She'll get used to it, being around him.]

I have a policy of not allowing my partners to hire me. But you can just ask me to make something whenever you please--all you have to repay me with is some of your time. What do you want to drink?

[gunslingerqueen]

[Will she? Or will they hen over each other, creating a dull roar of mutual concern?]

But if I ask you then you might be busy or say no.

[And that'd just be awful. Or she'd go back to endless buckets of Chinese food.] Just water!

[She'd offer to help but it seems like Boxer has it all covered, so she sits!]