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Who: ignite_the_sky and firebornfidelis
When: 7:30pm after this thread
Where: Riza's apartment
Format: Ring around the Prosey!
What: A second date. Riza isn't 11 anymore so she has to do grown-up work now. Roy sometimes acts like he's 11 to get out of doing the grown-up work, but he figured he'd do something nice for her.
Warnings: Nothing as of yet. Given the fact that the last time they were left to their own devices, there was a kitchen table that saw some action, we're gonna say PG-13. This is only cos there's Riza, there's Roy, and there's a kitchen. Better to be safe than sorry.
After spending time with an eleven year old Riza, he'd been dreading the moment when she would return to normal. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her, but it felt strange to go from sleeping with someone to feeling like a pedophile back to potentially sleeping with them again. Their conversation earlier in the day had been civil enough, though laden with innuendo -which was more or less his fault- and it had helped to lighten the unease somewhat, but it still lingered on the edge of his senses. Every ordeal they endured left its mark somehow, and this one was no exception. The question was, was it something that would be able to be set aside when faced with the other or was it going to cause problems for them? There was only one way to know for sure: he had to meet up with her.
Because of the sudden age adjustments interfering with daily life, she was stuck with paperwork, and while she'd technically only invited him over for dinner, he had other ideas. While she was pushing papers, he made use of the spare key she'd given him and let himself in. Paperwork had always drained his energy, and with that in mind, he set out to ensure that she'd be able to relax. Riza wasn't a messy woman, but he took it upon himself to make sure that when she returned, there was nothing at all that required her attention, be it cleaning or food or even a bath.
The cleaning was easy enough. She wasn't one to leave things scattered all over the place like a tornado had gone through, so putting things away was made simple. The table had been set without mishap, complete with candles and flowers (thank you, Hughes, for the vase!). The cooking, however, was a different story entirely. Normally, it was Riza who did the cooking when they were together, if just because while he was capable, whatever he made, regardless of what it was, had a taste that could only be defined as "indescribable" -not bad, but not good either. She'd been teaching him, though, little by little, and he wanted to prove to her that he was capable of following instructions. It wouldn't be anything fancy, but something was better than nothing. And how badly could he screw up "simple", anyway?
Thankfully, she also had a first aid kit as knives and fingers were not friends, and he wasn't used to having anything that sharp in the kitchen. It was only a nick or two, though... no severed limbs or massive blood sprays.
As for the bath, he'd managed to find a few things at the found goods store before heading over to her place, namely some sort of flowery-scented bubble bath and candles. Setting everything up had been quick and painless, but there was no point to running any water just yet. It would only cool off by the time she arrived.
When the preparations were complete, all that was left was sitting back with Allison and waiting for Riza to return.
When: 7:30pm after this thread
Where: Riza's apartment
Format: Ring around the Prosey!
What: A second date. Riza isn't 11 anymore so she has to do grown-up work now. Roy sometimes acts like he's 11 to get out of doing the grown-up work, but he figured he'd do something nice for her.
Warnings: Nothing as of yet. Given the fact that the last time they were left to their own devices, there was a kitchen table that saw some action, we're gonna say PG-13. This is only cos there's Riza, there's Roy, and there's a kitchen. Better to be safe than sorry.
After spending time with an eleven year old Riza, he'd been dreading the moment when she would return to normal. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her, but it felt strange to go from sleeping with someone to feeling like a pedophile back to potentially sleeping with them again. Their conversation earlier in the day had been civil enough, though laden with innuendo -which was more or less his fault- and it had helped to lighten the unease somewhat, but it still lingered on the edge of his senses. Every ordeal they endured left its mark somehow, and this one was no exception. The question was, was it something that would be able to be set aside when faced with the other or was it going to cause problems for them? There was only one way to know for sure: he had to meet up with her.
Because of the sudden age adjustments interfering with daily life, she was stuck with paperwork, and while she'd technically only invited him over for dinner, he had other ideas. While she was pushing papers, he made use of the spare key she'd given him and let himself in. Paperwork had always drained his energy, and with that in mind, he set out to ensure that she'd be able to relax. Riza wasn't a messy woman, but he took it upon himself to make sure that when she returned, there was nothing at all that required her attention, be it cleaning or food or even a bath.
The cleaning was easy enough. She wasn't one to leave things scattered all over the place like a tornado had gone through, so putting things away was made simple. The table had been set without mishap, complete with candles and flowers (thank you, Hughes, for the vase!). The cooking, however, was a different story entirely. Normally, it was Riza who did the cooking when they were together, if just because while he was capable, whatever he made, regardless of what it was, had a taste that could only be defined as "indescribable" -not bad, but not good either. She'd been teaching him, though, little by little, and he wanted to prove to her that he was capable of following instructions. It wouldn't be anything fancy, but something was better than nothing. And how badly could he screw up "simple", anyway?
Thankfully, she also had a first aid kit as knives and fingers were not friends, and he wasn't used to having anything that sharp in the kitchen. It was only a nick or two, though... no severed limbs or massive blood sprays.
As for the bath, he'd managed to find a few things at the found goods store before heading over to her place, namely some sort of flowery-scented bubble bath and candles. Setting everything up had been quick and painless, but there was no point to running any water just yet. It would only cool off by the time she arrived.
When the preparations were complete, all that was left was sitting back with Allison and waiting for Riza to return.