inexhaustible craving for something [active/closed]

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Characters: Riza Wildman, Yousuke Hanamura
Location: Outside the boys' dorm, moving to a nearby burger joint
Time: Saturday at the agreed-upon time
Content: Riza and Yousuke have a ~*serious date*~
Format: I did it in third person but we can switch to action if you want, idk
Warnings: No innuendo. Minimal innuendo. Less innuendo than usual, we'll

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Third is good

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Knock knock?

Oh, hell! Yousuke had completely lost track of time for a while there. This was totally the day and time for that little outing with Riza, wasn't it? Yes, yes it was, and he... was unprepared. Well, physically. Mentally, he'd psyched himself up enough. But now he was flailing around helplessly.

"Just a minute!" He was already wearing socks, thankfully, and shoes went on quick. He actually remembered to grab his wallet, thank God, and put on his (fake) fur-rimmed jacket, then bolted to the door. Whole process took about a minute and a half: damn, he's good.

He swung open the door, and grinned an idiot's grin. "Hey, all set?"

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If only she knew what was going on behind the door. She would've been all too glad to see herself totally proven right. Really, it wasn't a surprise at all. But hey, he cleaned up nice. And fast, too. It was almost impressive. Would've been better if he were prepared right off the bat, but she couldn't win 'em all.

"I've been here for like twenty minutes, dude," she lied, smirking. "Let's go. I've been waiting to get my burger on all week." And for the serious conversations. She had to admit, Yousuke was a little intriguing like this. She almost didn't want the mystery to stop.

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Truth be told, he was a little disappointed in himself for not being on the ball. He had a good excuse, at least: he was totally chatting up people on the internet! The internet can be blamed for all things, good and bad. Mostly bad.

"You have not." He didn't believe it for a second. Ohoho, he was on to her ways! "Damn, you must be starving. You coulda eaten something else, you know." Serious conversation... that was going to be something else. He honestly considered his life to be boring and, well, even more boring. Yousuke shut the door behind him and started out, chatting all the way, "Alright, so. This is a get-to-know-you, so let's start basic. What kind of burger are you getting?"

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Ah, internet. Keeper of YouTube. Guardian of troves of untold porn. She just hoped he used his internet access for good. Otherwise things would be more awkward than they were inevitably going to be.

That one was easy, yeah. He was getting better at this. "I could've, sure, but burgers are just that damn good." Which was of course an objective fact. But hey, he shouldn't sell himself short. New guy, cool guy, guy she was at least a little obligated to be interested in. His life was probably cooler than he thought. ...Nah. "I'm thinking a cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, and like half an onion on it. So bad for me, but so worth it. What about you?"

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The less discussion there was concerning his internet habits, the better. He was keeping it clean here at the institute, at least. Even if it wasn't filtered, you type in bad kinds of things, Soifon is going to show up and chew your ass out. Not even worth it.

"They are, but waiting a whole week? There's savoring it, then there's just crazy." Yes, he was gratuitously messing with her. He could be cool, sometimes. "That sounds like a good starter. I think I might toss in some bacon, jalapenos, half a bottle of mustard, and then maybe peruse some more exotic fare." A beat. "And don't even start, we're young, we can eat stupid if we want."

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Good ol' fear of God obedience. Or fear of Soifon. She wasn't all that bad. Riza didn't know why everyone else was afraid of her, really.

"I may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for." Riza smirked before she realized where her cleverness had actually come from. Oh god what the hell, people were forcing her to expand her musical tastes. Worst thing ever. Fortunately, Yousuke's horrible eating habits got her laughing. "Yeah, yeah, I guess. If I didn't have all that onion, I'd put bacon on it." But that was getting to be too much. "What are you thinking for more exotic stuff?"

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Definitely fear of Soifon. She may not be so bad, but that close encounter during the first Curfew Club outing had scared the unholy pants off him. Yes, his pants are unholy.

"Is that a song lyric?" Yousuke wasn't sure, but it sure sounded like it should be. Everything was about music with this lady, so he wouldn't be surprised at all. Laughter, now, that was a good thing, eased up some tension! "I'm not even a big onion guy, unless it's in ring form, but a burger demands it." He paused a moment, thinking deep. This was an important subject, after all. "Had one with pineapple on it once. Wasn't bad, really."

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All the more reason they should be banished. No, damn it, bad Riza, you said you were going to avoid that kind of stuff today.

"Yeah," she confessed hesitantly. "Some piano guy says it. Totally not metal." She sounded embarrassed, and rightfully so. But hey, tension released, let's carry on. "Pineapple? What, like Hawaiian pizza but in burger form? That actually sounds pretty good." She might have to give that one a shot. Who knew Yousuke had something close to culture?

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All she needed to do was keep a mental tally of how often she resisted these things. Then make up for it later. It's what he was doing, anyway.

"A piano guy?" Now this was amusing. He'd be going to the internet to get more information on this mysteriously non-metallic song she had admitted knowing. "Well, it's true, I don't think I'd make it with anyone completely sane." Ah, hell yeah, foodtalk 2009! "Yeah, that's a good way to describe it. I'm also a big fan of onion rings on a nice thick burger." He was plenty cultured on a tiny handful of subjects, and this just happened to be one of them.

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Tally? She had a binder full of the stuff. It was all very organized. Dates, times, nature of the horrible innuendo, possible humor value, degree of seriousness. Spoilers: She was often way more serious about them than it seemed.

"Billy someone. I don't know. It's Demyx's fault," she muttered, not knowing if it was entirely his fault but willing to pin the blame on him anyway. Largely because he wasn't there. "Good thing you ended up with me instead of your roommate." Too low? She didn't care. "Onion rings, deep fried and everything? All right, I'm gonna have to try that one instead." Food was one thing she could always appreciate talking about.

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Dear lord. If this binder exists outside the realm of the hypothetical, he won't be sure whether to applaud her thoroughness or be very, very afraid in a very, very good way.

"Oh, of course," he just nodded, amused. It clearly wasn't his own fault, at least, he was sure of it, but next time he might not be so lucky. She may have kept that awful music folder for all he knew, for good blackmail material. "Oh, God, don't even joke about that." Man, going out with a guy? A crasy guy? Pass. Pass so hard. "That's right! Deep fried, crispy, it's just amazing. You usually have to order a basket separate and put them on yourself, but there were a few places in the City that made an amazing onion ring burger." Ah, that dreamy look in his eyes as he remembers home, it's so... derp.

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You would be surprised. Go rummaging through her bag sometime. (Don't do that unless you want to get hurt.)

Ugh. By the end of today, they'd have enough blackmail material on each other to extort each other for years to come. A few crappy songs were nothing. "Normally I would, but I think you've suffered enough. How's the new living sitch going?" Yeah, she just said "sitch". Big whoop. Wanna fight about it? Whatever, he was getting lost in memories. She knew the expression well. She'd made it herself more than a few times in her life. "Guess I'm getting a separate order today. Hope you've got enough to pay for it all," she joked, but in a very serious tone. Just to see him sweat.

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Pain is terrible, so these mysteries will remain mysterious mysteries.

Ah, blackmail. Clearly the greatest foundation for a successful relationship based on constant attempts at oneupsmanship. "Not so bad, really. Demyx's roommate got pulled or left on his own or... I dunno. But he's on his own right now." Pshaw, like the word 'sitch' would bother him. She'd have to try harder than that. Implying he'd have to pay for everything himself, that was a good start! "Uh... maybe if you want to split an order." Did he suspect she was already messing with him? Yes. But you could never be sure.

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"He probably likes having the company around," she said with a smile, knowing how friendly Demyx tended to get. Really, she was just glad her derptastic boyfriend didn't have to deal with a legitimately crazy person anymore. He also wasn't dealing with a legitimately mean person; she couldn't keep this ruse up very long. Not where money was involved, at least. "I'm kidding, man. I'm good on the cash front. I hope this place isn't too expensive, though." Not that she was worried about running out of money, but she didn't wanna drop $50 on a burger or something.

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"Totally. We need to rock out more often, I think." He was smiling too, Demyx was a pretty damn cool broseph. Kind of derpy, but not nearly as much as he was. It was a nice dynamic. As for Riza, she didn't have a derpy bone in her yet (dammit, stop thinking of that stuff), so it was even more of a fun dynamic there, wasn't it? "I figured, but a man always offers to share." And stop trying to be so obsessed with manliness, stupid. It paid off last time, but it might not again.

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"I'm definitely down. I've been learning a lot faster than I thought I would in band class. We could sound slightly better than total crap if we actually tried!" Ahh, good ol' healthy self-deprecation. (If she wanted a derpy bone in her, by the way, she would've taken it by now.) She laughed out loud and smirked over at him. "You're really pounding that man thing into the ground, aren't you?" Because she could think of some other places he could pound his man thing intDAMN IT YOUSUKE.