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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 10:55 pm
Share plates? The only merit would be for the free for all stealing of food. He eyed Nevada carefully, in case she felt like teasing him some more. Safe for now, it seemed.
"M'yeah just shrimp. Ain't never had crab or lobster." No sense in wasting good food in case he didn't like it. He honestly didn't know what else to get. "Double of anything that's deep fried or breaded." Because teenage boy likes his deep fried anything.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 11:05 pm
"Really?" She perked up and then looked at Otto, "Alright, then I guess we will share plates? How about I order things you haven't had, and you can try it!" Nevada leaned over, "Call this a tasting exprience Otto! Plus you get to eat whatever you want!" Before the waitress could leave, she added the lobster, crab legs and breaded Swai fillets. Just to open his mind to the seafood cuisine.
"I'm not usually a big meat eater so fish was my go to growing up. I was lucky enough that my mom loved fish and seafood dishes and cooked them fairly often enough." She waited, "And fish is much less fattening then regular meats as Dad would remind us." She waggled her eyebrows.
"Is there anything else you haven't tried yet Otto? Foodwise, not seafood specifically."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 11:29 pm
Well, that worked. Now he really could eat all the things + shrimp.
Her dad still sounded like a gem.
"Uuuh.. can't think of nuthin' off the top of my head. I never got to eat out much.." His furrowed his brows, trying to think of what his mom fed him in the past. He couldn't really say. He usually ate whatever she put in front of him without much thought. Though her home made burgers were always his favorite.
"I did eat some kinda Asian food stuff once after a mission.." That was about as worldly as his dining got. Asian Food Stuff.
(It was street ramen).
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 1:59 pm
"Oh that's a shame, but on the other hand...Homecooking is the best as well. Nothing beat my mom's enchilada's. Nothing." She hesitated, "Sometimes I really miss my family, especially on those days that I forget that I can't just go home." She snorted, "But the real reason is that gruel in the cafeteria. I wish they'd let trainees cook or something, I bet I could whip up something NORMAL like."
"After a mission?" She perked, "Do the missions really take you around the world?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 3:33 pm
"Sometimes you can sneak into the kitchen to make something. Otherwise, its questionable sandwiches and mystery gruel." Sometimes he still relied on that s**t, but since the last shopping trip, he'd stocked his own fridge with non=perishable goods he hoped didn't get Fear infected by the atmosphere of the island.
"Yeah, they do. I've been to Japan, New York a few times, Antarctica and.... the Sahara a few times." He mumbled that last part rather bitterly. Nothing good ever came from a trip to the Sahara. "A few other places but I'm not sure where they were."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 4:33 pm
"Well, I guess I'll work on my sneaking in skills." She wrote a mental not, sneaking into kitchens, good practice for mist skills. "Haha, well eat up while we can then!" And right after she said that, food started to magically appear at the table, coating it in dishes, their drinks and a ton of silverware.
"Now you two let me know if you need anything else! Remember...ALL you can eat!" The bouncy waitress appeared and disappeared just as quickly as the food had appeared. Nevada took a big inhale before humming.
"Real food." She had the urge to dig in, but it'd probably scare her date so she pulled the chowder close and grabbed a spoonful, blowing on it gently to cool it off.
/Like you need to do that, I won't let something like that burn you/ Leroy just sighed at her, /stupid pidge./
"Sahara?" She gave him a questioning look at the pure bitterness of his tone. "Did something happen in the sahara to make you dislike it so much?" She hadn't heard of any happenings there...then again she was a new huntress and hadn't heard a lot of anything. Just the haunted house event.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 7:29 pm
Woah, what a spread. Food everywhere. It was at this moment Otto realized just how hungry he was. All that walking around had worked up the appetite. Otto started with the shrimp for now as he sized up the rest of the food. "Uhm..." The boy seemed squirmy about answering her. "Yeah, you could say that. The gist is nothing good ever happens there, and at one point I had to stay there for an extended amount of time." The chateaux de Horsemen was not a nice getaway to spend a month or so. Just thinking about it made the scar on his neck feel itchy. "So like.. what'dya recommend here.." He slyly tried changing the subject, gesturing lazily to the food selection.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 7:53 pm
Nevada noticed the uncomfortableness that Otto was having, and while she was curious, wouldn't do something that would make him relive any moments that were best left...haha...in the sands.
"Good to know." She whispered, reaching over to take his hand in hers and rub his knuckles with her fingers. It was just a gentle reassurance before she smiled again.
"I'm glad you asked my pookieboo, let me show you the wonders of the seafood cuisune." She leaned over the table and started pointing to stuff. "If you start with this, you'll really want to eat it like this..." She broke open one of the lobsters and showed him the soft white meat. "Butter taste great on everything, butter and lemons. Or tartar sauce if you like that, I don't really but..." She scooped up some Lobster meat, dipped it in butter and held it out for him. "Try?" Of course there was a teasing smirk because she was feeding him.
And she was sure she heard a high pitched squeal from the waitress and a loud, "I TOLD YOU THEY WERE JUST AN ADORABLE LITTLE COUPLE, JUST LOOK AT THEM BETTY."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 8:17 pm
Luckily she didn't push it, not that he'd divulge, especially in a public setting. Her small gesture wasn't outwardly reacted to, but on the inside it was probably appreciated to some minor degree.
Dammit, that nickname again. Please say it wasn't going to stick beyond this date? It was easily ten times worse than Puppy. He much preferred Handsome.
Otto raised a brow as she held it out, wondering if she actually expected him to eat out of her hand. Before he was even able to raise a hand to just take it from her, the squealing of their waitress was heard. "That woman needs a hobby..." She was venting all her shipping feels on customers. She needed to stick to Soap Operas. N-not that he knew anything about soap operas. HIS MOM WATCHED THEM, OKAY?!
Call him shy or simply a buzz kill, Otto took the lobster from her hand with his fingers and ate it on his own. Take that, squeaky waitress. "S'good." He murmured, definitely enjoying anything dipped in butter.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 8:55 pm
Nevada just laughed, and continued laughing as he took the fork.
The obvious disappointed sound came from the waitress, somewhere she was probably watching them through the aquariums.
"I think its quite adorable." She took a bite of lobster after him. "She has a apperciation for romance, even among young people. Don't you believe in romance Otto? Or is it not for you?"
She gestured to the grab next, "Same idea as lobster, but you got crack the legs with this." She demonstrated that next, putting the leg through the cracker and snapping the tool shut.
"I'm actually quite a fan of romance, and intagrating it in daily life." She chuckled. "I thought I might've even found the real thing in high school, but the guy didn't feel the same and we were still only teens." She took another bite, "Shame~"
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 9:03 pm
"I dunno..." He answered vaguely. "Maybe, maybe not. Not really somethin' I think about." Or at least something he didn't put much thought into. If it felt forced or staged, it was likely he wouldn't do it.
The crab thing sounded fun to do. The noise that it made even more appealing. Now this was fun with food. He started to play with the tool to get at is own share of crab. "No, huh? Well, what exactly is yer idea of romance?" He asked passively as he took a bite of his liberated crab meat. Meh, not as good as the lobster. Fun to crack at though.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:47 pm
She watched him crack into the crab like it was a toy, putting her chin in her hand and spooning more soup up carefully. Closing her eyes she tried to thing of what her ideal romance was.
It was hard to say because it changed with each person she met. And it had changed a lot since becoming aware of the things she could see, and what others couldn't.
"Trust and understand." She opened her eye at Otto, "And a commitment to both of them." She hesitated before thinking of a more obvious answer. "I'm sorry, that's not quite specific enough I think. What I need is someone who will understand me as a person, will accept me as I am and not try to change me. What I want is someone handsome, who is strong in there own way and who have a great fashion sense." She winked at Otto, "And like naps. And to cuddle." She snorted.
"You don't have any ideas of romance for yourself Otto? A perfect girl?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:39 pm
Otto idly chewed on his dinner as Nevada explained her ideals of romance. Funny; he was expecting something cliche like roses and beach walks. "There's no such thing as a perfect girl." Otto replied deadpan, buzz killing the romance topic. "So, no. Not really. Other than this date and.." and a small crush on a really pretty black haired girl who only saw him as a little brother or soemthing "..well, I don't really get much time to dwell on dumb suff like girlfriends or whatever." He totally didn't care about it, ok? Who wanted some warm body next to you at night to make the room feel less empty? Not him. He liked his space, all by himself. Who needed a chic to dwell on or worry about or have to dote on. So not him. Most of that was only sort of half true, maybe.But that was sort of a cop out answer. Otto huffed lightly and leaned back. "Well I guess.. like.. I dunno. Cute girls."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 12:29 pm
She blinked before sitting back, waiting for him to explain what he meant. It was true, no such thing as perfect was there? Otherwise they'd all have their matches.
At the mention of the date even being closely romantic made the mist huntress blush and shake her head. Oh Otto, even when you didn't want to be, you were amazingly adorable.
"That's true, I guess things like that are put on the back burner for orders and work." She patted her stomach and debated on eating anymore. Nope. She was full, and their plates were empty.
"I like the idea though of coming home and being able to touch someone, hold someone." She thought of Lex and Roland, two of her dearest friends and both who she had mingled with. Neither of the times had been serious either though.
She laughed at his answer, a low throaty laugh. "Well you'll find plenty on the island as far as the eye can see. I haven't really seen a not fairly attractive hunter or huntress on the Island." For a moment, she dwelled on the 'am I cute?' but never voiced it. They weren't kids, much less teenagers much anymore.
"I'm stuffed..." She prompted, waving the waitress over. "Can we have our check please?" She looked at Otto, "Do you want anything to go?" It was half ended by a yawn, one thing after eating a ton of food was that the mist huntress was ready to sleep. Sleep sounded good yeah. Maybe she could harass Otto into napping with her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 1:06 pm
Otto had to agree, though he didn't voice it. One of the things he did miss occasionally about having a girlfriend was having someone to go to for their presence alone. Then again, for someone as private as Otto, getting that close again was a bit of a long mission.
"True enough, actually. Think me and someone else had a runnin' theory that the pods we slept in strengthened out the strong genes, since like.. almost no one on the island is hard to look at." Especially the girls. Hot girls everywhere.
"I don't need nuthin." Otto replied, already with his wallet out and handing the Deus Debit card to the waitress. Too slow, Nevada. Too slow. "Wanna head back? I'm tired of walkin around.." It wasn't cause Nevada yawned, either. In case you got any funny ideas.
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