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Dia was very much out of luck because chocolate was his favourite milkshake flavour, followed closely by caramel. He was not allergic to chocolate. He was not allergic to anything, unless you counted the mild hayfever that came with spring.

"Alright then," he said, accepting the challenge and sitting upright, elbows on the table and fingers laced. His leaned in towards her, purple gaze intent. "Here’s a conversation. What’s your deal? The Negaverse deal. Why can I walk down the street without one of your lot coming out of the shadows to try stick a knife under my ribs?"

Because just saying they are evil didn’t make any sense. Normal, everyday people could be evil. Chaos was something different and there had to be a purpose behind the energy draining and homicidal urges.

Arguments and accusations burned on his tongue, wanting to be unleashed. He couldn’t keep the sneer off his face but he did keep the words at bay. It would be too easy to turn this into an argument and to go in circles but that wouldn’t gain him anything. If he was going to have dinner with someone from the Negaverse, he was determined to get something useful out of it.

"Okay, fine,” he lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Sure, it doesn’t." Now if he could just- oh ******** it. His hands came down flat on the table with a thud. "You know that doesn’t excuse anything, right? Just because you think you’re a good person and oh well at least I don’t kill people, you’re still rubbing shoulders with the people that are. You’re just as bad. You get attacked in the streets because you’re doing something wrong."

He breathed in sharply, pinched the bridge of his nose and waited until he had reigned in his temper before continuing.

"What the hell do you even need all that energy for anyway?"

To survive.

He lips curled up into a sneer at her answer. "Okay, great. So you’re some sort of ******** vampire that feeds on energy? Because that’s what I’m hearing." If they did feed on it, that was an interesting twist. It didn’t, however, excuse the violent methods he’d seen them employ. Take your energy here and there, sure, that’s fine but don’t whip out your knives at the slightest provocation. The sheer chaotic energy he’d felt while in Negaspace had made him want to be sick.

There was more to it than surviving but he doubted he’d squeeze it out of her now... or maybe she didn’t even know herself.

He looked from her hand, where it had slammed down on the table, back to her face. There was a contemptuous look on his face as he leaned back again and replied airily, "Space. Obviously." As far as he knew, his group hadn’t been doing much slaughtering. They’d been too busy trying to kill a particularly unpleasant giant youma. But there had been the others, the ones who had ran straight towards the castle...

"People get killed in war. Don’t tell me you’re side wouldn’t have done the same if they’d had the chance."

The waitress chose that time to reach them and if she heard any of his last words, her expression didn’t change. She simply dropped off the milkshake (two straws thoughtfully supplies) and the bowl of wedges.

"I’ve never claimed to be about love and happy princess crap things either. I didn’t even realize that was an option." His response was given with a disgusted curl of his lip. To be fair, he was a bit light on all the senshi information and if there was fluffy princess stuff going on he’d clearly missed the memo. In fact, a memo explaining anything about being a senshi would have been nice. Even something scribbled hastily on a napkin was at least something more than the s**t-all ‘here are your powers and good luck’ he’d received.

Jayce didn’t see it coming. Sure, their conversation had been getting a bit heated and he’d spent most of their time together treating her like crap but it hardly deserved such a dramatic response. This was supposed to be a semi-civil dinner conversation. A milkshake to the face was just as good as a slap and far messier.

It hit him right in the face and drenched him instantly. He could feel it running cold down his chest, underneath his clothes. The white was now just a splattered mess of chocolate milkshake and he sat numbly, blinking in shock at the sudden, unexpected assault. His tongue darted out, licking it off his lips. How dare she?

"You," the word snapped out, followed by an angry huff of breath, "dumb," he launched himself across the table, landing in the wedges and sending the bowl sideways off the table, "b***h!" He reached for her, not sure what he was going to do when he grabbed her but it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

His lips curled up in a triumphant snarl because he had her and she was in BIG trouble now. His fingers gripped tight, curling into the fabric of her top and pulling forward, and the hand not currently busy in the assault braced against the tabletop. The slaps he ignored because they were really pathetic little girly things and he would have been embarrassed for her if he wasn’t so pissed off.

Later on Centisima would look back at this moment and think of all the other ways he could have handled himself but in the heat of the moment, with her ‘ew ew ew’ fresh in his ears, he decided the best way to make her pay was to get her equally dirty. "Come here," He hissed angrily, found a solid footing on the edge of his seat and kicked off so that he was not just halfway on the table but entirely on there, twisted awkwardly in the process.

His muscles strained as he pulled her in, simultaneously trying to smoosh her face against his chest (where it was thoroughly coated with sticky chocolate milkshake) and rub his other hand in her hair. He was only vaguely aware of the shouting of other people, presumably the waitress and customers disturbed by the scuffle.

"How do you like that, huh?!" Centisima shouted in triumph as his plan to transfer the milkshake to her face went off without a hitch, his grip unrelenting and his face alight with cruel satisfaction. Until of course she turned her head and bit him. Bit him. Like an animal.

As soon as her teeth latched hold and Centisima realized what was happening, he gave a very high-pitched and highly embarrassing shriek. He let go while also trying to push her away, which gave the concerned customers, who had somehow grabbed hold of his arms and legs without his noticing, all the leverage they needed.

He was pulled off the table and deposited roughly on the floor where he sat startled.

"Is anyone calling the police?"
"Are you okay, young lady?"
"Disgraceful!"

Centisima did not see her smirk because he was too busy peering down his top and where she had bitten him and there were teeth marks. He was going to kill her. His head only turned when she started sobbing loudly, his expression twisting into a disgusted scowl. He didn’t move, or try to get up, aware of the good samaritans standing around, one which kept giving particularly nasty looks.

"No, she- wait, I’m what?" He gawked like a fish for an unfortunate twenty seconds before his brain caught up with the situation. If that was how she wanted to play, two could play at that game. "Baby, of course I’m breaking up with you!” He pointed an accusing finger, knowing she already had the upper hand but damn well not going to go down with a fight. "You slept with my brother!"

Of course, that didn’t excuse the fact that he’d apparently just tried to beat up his cheating girlfriend, it at least gave him some wriggle room. "I can’t believe you! After everything I’ve done for you! I told you I wanted to marry you, I wanted you to be the mother of my children and I walk in to find you bouncing up and down on top of Daryl as if the last four years of our lives meant nothing to you!"

Ghouliboo

it keeps getting more ridiculous xD

His eyebrows shot up incredulously as she added another (ridiculous layer) to their lie. His eyes said 'really, that’s what you’re going with?’ but his mouth twisted downwards, trembling slightly at the corners, as if he was fighting back tears. "You’re telling me that the woman I have loved for so long, really couldn’t tell me apart from my twin brother? He has a skull tattoo on his cheek!"

Despite how stupid her rebuttal had been, she was doing a good job with the sobbing and napkin clutching. A+ acting. He was tempted to keep it going, spin out the show longer for their captive audience but he was also aware that one of the diner staff was definitely talking to the police now, her gaze flicking between the two of them as she described the situation.

Centisima sucked in a deep breath and when he stood up, nobody moved to stop him. "Forget it, I don’t care if you slept with Daryl or that you’re a cheating, lying b***h, I still love you. Come home with me!" He wasn't sure why he was including her in his escape plan. He was better off leaving her behind. But then again, it would probably be easier with her help and he could just punch her when they got outside.

Giving her a steady look, he held out his hand.