[Log] - Dinner Fun

[mouthiness]

Who: Deadpool (Mouthiness) and Kuukaku Shiba (Pyrotechnicalty)
What: Dinner. A fight perhaps? Maybe a little something else? ;)
When: 6:00-ish this evening
Where: Castle gates and then some restaurant in town... After that, WHO KNOWS?
Rating: PG-13 for language~ MAYBE MORE LATER? Ashjfgsf idk

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[pyrotechnicalty]

"Well now, don't you clean up good."

Kuukaku strode toward him like something out of a nineteen-fifties private eye movie, her hand sliding through her bangs to push them out of her eyes. her dress fit like a glimmering red satin glove, attesting to every curve of the relatively petite woman's frame. Walking in heels, while a chore for most, was a complete cakewalk to Kuukaku, due to her constantly wearing her geta, which were undoubtedly at least twenty times harder to walk in. So it was unsurprising that her stride was long and smooth stopping precisely not a foot away from him, her hand coming up to sweep her hair- tied in a long braid- off of her shoulder, adjusting the jacket she'd thrown around her shoulders as a precaution. The mask and the gloves were a surprise, but she figured he'd tell her the reasoning for that sooner or later- no use prying when she'd find out in the end.

"...Ready to go?"

OH MAN I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

[mouthiness]

A sound suspiciously like 'guh' slipped out before Deadpool could help himself. And who could blame him? But he coughed in an attempt to mask the noise. Hey, he was going for 'cool' here. Any stupid sounds weren't allowed.

"Well, I'm glad you approve." He held out an arm to her like a proper gentleman should since he was going for 'gentleman' tonight too.

"Ready when you are."

It's alright- I've been all over the place the last few days anyway~ ♥

[pyrotechnicalty]

"Y'look good," she replied warmly, eyes staring up at him with an amused twinkle in their green depths. "Though that's a much nicer suit than I was expecting- I'm impressed."

She took his arm with a little half-smirk, allowing herself to be lead out and out of the castle grounds. She likes Deadpool, she reasons, smiling a little to herself. He's funny, he's tough, and he's not afraid of her even though she can probably scrub Paradisa's floors with him (she'd say one-handed, but really, there's no other option for her).

"So," she begins, voice airy, face tilted up to look at him while she speaks, expression attentive. "Where are we heade, precisely?"

[mouthiness]

"Why thank you Shiba. You're looking quite nice yourself. And by nice I mean completely hot, if you don't mind me saying so." It felt odd to have a woman like Shiba on his arm like this. He wouldn't trade for anything in the world, but man, awesome hot girls seemed to gravitate away from him despite his attempts and this was like something he half expected to wake up from.

"There's this nice restaurant in town I went to once. It had good food, but they got mad at me for being under dressed." They had also gotten mad because he'd been a complete slob. It wasn't totally his fault! He'd been in a hurry! "Don't really think it'll be a problem this time, though."

[pyrotechnicalty]

"Let's hope not- I don't like being told what I can and can't do," Kuukaku replied airily, fluttering her fingers dismissively against his arm. She tilted her head at him curiously, raising a brow at his seeming nervousness. "Besides, I doubt any of the people outside the castle could actually get the balls up to make us leave..." She finally added, smirking smugly.

She still wondered, though, why he was so nervous- not as if she bit (not unless asked, of course)- and then resigned herself to ask him later- preferably where he couldn't get away with lying to her very well.

[mouthiness]

"And even if they did, it's not like any of them actually could kick us out. Would be funny to see them try, though. In a pathetic sort of way." Because, really, it was highly doubtful any sort of normal person could take the two of them on. Even a restaurant full.

"Oh yeah. I hope you don't mind Mexican food. But if you do, I think there's a Japanese place close too, but I haven't been there so it could have the worst food ever for all I know."

[pyrotechnicalty]

She laughed, loud and clear and boisterous, and nodded her head in agreement, lips curved into that seemingly ever-present smirk. "True enough~!" She agreed and shifted to walk a bit closer, eyeing the town carefully as they walked. She blinked up at him though, and tilted her head curiously. "Mexican? Hmmm...can't say I've ever had it... but hey, food's food, and I'll try anything once," she offered up, grinning again, shoulders rising in a half-shrug. "I'm not terribly picky about what I eat. It's just everything else I'm difficult about- though so far, you haven't had any problems."

[mouthiness]

"You've never had- As in never ever?!" Deadpool's shocked showed clearly through his mask. Someone that had never had Mexican. It was practically a crime. He started walking faster.

"Oh Shiba you poor thing. Mexican is the best food you'll ever get. It's the reason I'm so glad I can speak Spanish and why I know 'chimichanga' in seven languages. You have no idea what you're missing. But have no fear. Deadpool will introduce you to it's culinary wonders."

[pyrotechnicalty]

"Never ever, ever," Shiba confirmed, amused by his shock. "I'm sorry if my lack of culinary diversity shocks you~!" She crowed and then laughed at his enthusiasm. "That good huh? Well alright then- I'm always up for something I know I'll like to eat- I mean, you've obviously got good taste," humble much, Kuukaku? "So I'm sure it'll be fine..." She leaned up a little then, and let out a little chuckle close to where she could see the outline of an ear.

"Besides, there's always plenty else we could do besides dinner, hmm~?"

Let him take it as he would- only Kuukaku would know what that statement had truly meant.

[mouthiness]

And where Deadpool took it, along with the word 'guh', was the gutter. "Oh there's tons we could do after dinner... We could go bowling. Hit up an arcade. Go to the castle and play naked twister- Oh look it's the restaurant!" Smooth subject change there. But they, were indeed, nearing their destination.

"So, how hot do you like your food so I know what to recommend?"

[pyrotechnicalty]

She laughed again- he was so quick to joke when he got nervous, it was almost cute!- and nodded her agreement. "Indeed there are," she hummed, slanting a look at him from beneath lowered eyelids. Men, honestly- she wondered how easy he'd be to distract during dinner, and her lips curved into a wicked smirk at the thought, following him into the restaurant and making a show of sweeping her jacket off her shoulders.

"Well- I put wasabi on almost everything- not to mention I play with fire constantly. It's safe to say, I can handle food being a little spicy."