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more krakenboxer shenanigans feat. nariko

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[He'll take the opportunity to scoot himself in while she holds the door open.]

You won't have me truly to yourself--you'll have to compete with whatever hoagie I order.

[Or several hoagies.]

[gunslingerqueen]

You, me, and the bread! I'm okay with that sort of threesome.

[Look, she made it more than twenty minutes before inserting making some form of sexual innuendo, it's a record for her.]

Besides, I like you and all but it's Tomato Bisque night!

[With extra croutons!! But once they're in she gets a hold of the handles again. A benefit to the place being empty? They don't have to wait in line, so aside from a glance or two from some existing customers they're free to consider their choices.]

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Oh, hell yes.

[His language.]

Tomato Bisque? Hmm...

[He looks through the options.]

I think I'll go for minestrone myself. Large. [Obviously.] And for a sandwich--

[Please hold.]

Does that say pot roast sub?

[gunslingerqueen]

[She leans on his shoulder a bit and says, knowingly:]

It says pot roast sub, dear.

[His voices are a+.] Try it with the homemade hot sauce if you want to give it some real kick!

[She's still getting the tomato and half a Turkey Club.]

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I'm gonna get that.

[He orders the full thing, even though he probably shouldn't eat such sloppy food while dressed in a nice suit, but...ah, fuggit.

He opts not to get the hot sauce, though.]

Not...real hot on spicy things.

[Heh! Get it?]

[gunslingerqueen]

[He'll be alright. Besides, she's not just pretty, she's good for cleaning! And there's nothing in that sub that she doesn't know how to get out, so he's good.]

We'll never be able to share wings, then.

[Spicy all the way, man. But then she catches that pun and she has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing too loudly.]

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Something tells me you wouldn't be willing to share them in the first place.

[His sense of taste is just too powerful. With a monsterkind body come monsterkind senses, unfortunately.

Which means he burns his tongue a lot, too.]

[gunslingerqueen]

Not wings. But I will share fries and most appetizers!

[This isn't because she's really that selfish about food, she's just not the type to go sharing it left and right, like how some families will just take stuff off of each other's plates. It's something of a personality quirk.]

Come on, let's order.

[She pushes him along, and doesn't go first just because she doesn't think too. In fact, she's already looking for a good place for them to sit.]

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I'll have to content myself on that, then.

[Or, you know, order his own...not-wings dinner. Or whatever recipe they have for wusses.

He orders for himself, then starts to order for Nariko once he realizes she's not paying attention.]

Tomato bisque and a--

[Oh, crap, she never told him what sandwich she wanted.]

Hey. [A gentle nudge.] What were you gonna get for your sandwich?

[gunslingerqueen]

[It's okay Boxer, you're allowed to not want to burn your mouth off! But Nariko will do it at nearly every single opportunity because she makes bad life decisions.

That corner looks nice. And ... Honestly she just kind of blanks out there for a good second until she hears his voice.]

Oh, sorry! Half a Turkey Club, with extra bacon and water, please!

[Augh it's gonna be so good with the soup, too.]

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Oh, yeah, and a water or me too.

[As long as she doesn't make fun of his sensitive tongue.

Now they have to wait, and Boxer picks at the armrests of his chair in the meantime. He doesn't know why, but a sudden curiosity comes to him.]

Were you born here, Nariko? In New Cloudbank.

[gunslingerqueen]

[She can drink Sriracha, everyone has a sensitive tongue compared to her and she's managed to not be an asshole about it, so they'll probably be fine.]

Ahh ... [This is one of those moments where she could lie or divert from the truth but ... She doesn't want to. She trusted the guy to take her home with him and not be a serial killer, so it'd be fucked up to not trust him with a perfectly valid question like that.]

Nope! I ended up moving here when I was pretty young, but I've never imagined leaving since. I don't think there's another city in the world like it.

[But that leads her to another fair question to ask him:] Have you ever left?

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[From his small smile, he seems pretty content with her answer.]

It's what your heart calls home that matters.

[He gives her question some long, thoughtful consideration. There's a lot of technicalities that make it surprisingly hard to answer. Eventually, he settles on what he think she's trying to get at.]

I've never been on any other land mass, no. I've been in a lot of different waters, though.

[gunslingerqueen]

[ ... What her heart calls home? That's - Well, it's not New Cloudbank, her home in that sense can't be a place. But that's an overly complicated thing that he probably doesn't want to hear about, so she lets it go without a second thought.]

So it's sort of like visiting a different province?

[She's genuinely curious because different sea bodies have different temperatures, different live in them, and probably different kinds of monsterkind all inhabiting those various waters.]

Man, I bet you've seen a whole bunch of stuff that land people can't even imagine.

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...Kinda.

[He shrugs.]

It's pretty lonely out there, honestly. Sometimes you run into schools of aquatic monsterkind, but most of the time they don't speak the same language. Plus, I'm an apex predator, so I'm not always given the warmest welcome.

But! It's the best fresh fish I've caught with my own hands.

[Always the silver lining.]

I'm just a city boy. Kraken are meant to be solitary--but I just can't stand being stranded.

[That's not to say his genetic disposition is entirely void. He's fairly secretive, only social when the mood strikes, and likes to have plenty of time to himself.]

[gunslingerqueen]

So I guess you won't be bringing back any snapshots of Atlantis, then.

[What a bad joke. And before she can do much worse their order is ready! It is, in fact, shouted quite loudly despite the fact that there's maybe six people in the place, total. Nariko gets their tray for them both and tilts her head towards the booth she'd been eyeing earlier, and takes her time getting them both there.]

That's the best of both worlds, right? Socializing is great but everyone needs their quiet time.

[This is, in many ways, is a little bit of a defining question. One of the issues she's had overall is that distinction, the need for privacy without strangling emotional intimacy. Chris had always taken it so personal when she wanted to do something as basic as go see a movie on her own every so often.]

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Heh. If only.

[He likes her bad jokes, to be honest.]

You'd think! But there are some people who have to constantly surround themselves in social atmosphere, and others who can't even stand the thought of talking to someone else. I couldn't stand one without the other.

[If she's with Boxer, she'll have plenty of opportunity to go to the movies by her sexy little self, provided she gives him the opportunity to do the same.

He digs into his sandwich without hesitation. It doesn't take long for the jury to come back.]

Mmmmn!

[That's Fullmouthan for "I am satisfied with my sandwich choice".]

[gunslingerqueen]

[She's starting with her soup first which gives her a front row seat to his reaction and she can't help giggling - thankfully it's not mean spirited in the least.]

I think I love how almost in love you are with that sub!

[Overall it's nice to not feel like she can't eat more than half her plate without getting a look - Boxer might be a little self-conscious or otherwise mindful of his appetite but Nariko's grateful for it. It sort of means that her own is nothing on any given day.]

Take your time, savor the experience! [And meanwhile she will enjoy her soup, which is perfect as ever.]

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[He is a little self-conscious, mostly because he doesn't want to become someone's scene. Especially when he's here on a date, and he's trying to enjoy himself.]

Oh, I am.

[He so is. Sorry he's not one for much conversation while he's stuffing his face. Doesn't mean he's not going to try.]

So, uh--what've you been up to since we last parted?

[gunslingerqueen]

[He doesn't have to talk while he eats! Some people just like eating, and she's really not above getting lost in all of her thoughts while she enjoys her own meal! They can talk after or just hang out, whatever!]

Work, mostly. [Which is an incredibly boring answer, she knows.]

Best friend duties, and I have to get my locks changed so [A head tilt, here.] that's not exactly fun, I suppose.

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[Yikes.]

Sounds like this was an overdue distraction. But it's good...movement in the right direction.

[He's biased though.]

[gunslingerqueen]

[She smirks a bit.]

Apex predator, right?

[He's incredibly biased and she's got a soft spot for people who go after what they want.]

I'm actually surprised that you haven't asked about it. [Not when they met that day and not now, as they make more room for conversation.] Or maybe it isn't the most normal thing to talk about?

[She hasn't dated since she was twenty so! It's a fair concern.]

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[He briefly meets her smirk before returning to his food.]

I think it's a social faux pas to talk about exes to people you're currently dating, right?

[Not that either of them particularly care for the conventions, but still.]

Look, all I really need to know is that he missed out on the best thing that ever happened to him. That said--if you want to vent about it, I'm all ears; but otherwise, I'm not going to ask questions.

[gunslingerqueen]

Hmmm! Is it really?

[... She's always ended up hearing about exes with her boyfriends, huh! But, hey, this means she gets to be mysterious, too, so it's okay.]

You don't know that yet, though! I could still be a horrible example of a person! You'll have to keep dating me to really figure it out!

[See what she did there Boxer.]

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It's what I've been told.

[Said in a tone that reads: "It could be total bullshit."]

Well... [he gives her a lazy shrug, head canted to the side.] I guess that's an obligation I'm willing to take on. I'll have to make up some sort of rubric to make an assessment with, too...

[So srs!]