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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Bromance with benefits. That... would ordinarily have strange connotations, but in this case, it might have to do. Not calling him out of how lame that was? Totally the nicest thing she could have done. "Don't go all goth on me, now." Yeah, that was probably a good thing, taking the initiative. Might even give him some inspiration to work a little harder himself at being, you know, interesting.

"Man, you got it way worse than I did. Uh, let's see... my maternal grandmother and paternal grandfather are from Japan, they moved over just before World War II hit. They both married Americans, and their kids married and hello here's me. I was born in New York, but summer before last my dad got a job with that supermarket chain Junes and we moved to Nowhere, Jersey." Slight miserable look goes here. "It sucked. I've told you all that before, but there's a recap for ya." Alright, he thought he should cap it off with something slightly less horrible, "Last concert I went to was a little garage band. Their original songs were pretty, uh, let's say uninspired, but they did some kickass Metallica covers."

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"Ugh, Jersey," she started, rolling her eyes in case the disgust hadn't gotten across the first time he told her all that. "Sorry about that. No idea how you dudes survived for so long there. That garage band, was that in Jersey, too?" Music was a bit of a stale topic, but she'd always find a way to get interested in it again. "Didn't think they had any real musicians aside from Bon Jovi. Anyway, I found this place online that has a list of a bunch of local metal shows. If you're into it. We can rock out if they're good and laugh at 'em if they suck." Was she already planning date three? ...Was it three? Whatever.

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There was never enough disgust for New Jersey. "My mom thought it was nice. Dad's all business, so he didn't care. It was just me that had to endure the hardship of a piddly little armpit of a town." It's okay, Brosuke, that's behind you now. At least until the holidays hit. "Nah, the band was in New York. Yeah, that's right, I haven't been to a decent concert in a year and a half." Pity him, sister, pity him. "Hell yes, I'm down with that. Just get me the time and place and I'll be there with bells on." Date three had connotations with them. It might have to be date two forever until they're ready to, ah, move to the next level.

Music was a safe topic, like an old friend you could always turn to, but this was the time to go on to more adventurous concerning sharing, wasn't it? "Alright, let's talk future dreams here. For a while when I was little, I wanted to be a professional motorcycle driver. How's that for awesome, huh?"

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Hey, if they ended up hitting it off much better, it wouldn't be long before Riza invited him back to meet her family for the holidays. And California beat the hell out of Jersey. Don't despair. "God, a year and a--we gotta get you some damn live music! All right, clear your schedule. I'll pick the one with the worst name and we'll go see whoever it is next week." Yes. Yes it did. Date 2.001 it was, then.

Future dreams? That was interesting. She smiled broadly at the motorcycle thing. "It's totally awesome. You said you had a bike back home, right? We gotta find a way to bring it up here. Or, wait, I think that Dresden kid knows where we can get some beat-up bikes to fix. I know my way around 'em. That'd be sweet." As for her own dreams, well. "For me... jeez. I guess I always wanted to be just like my dad. Keeping people safe and preaching equality and generally just fighting the good fight." She shrugged. "A little less hardcore than yours, but I like it."

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Well, wouldn't that be interesting? Yousuke's parents might want to meet this lovely young demure lady he's dating, too, so she may have to stomach Jersey. G'damn, it's a damn good thing this was in inner monologue discussion land, because she'd not even begun to see the derp he'd reach if they actually discussed these prospects. "My schedule is always clear for you, honeycakes." Okay, so, his schedule was always clear for everyone, given that he had no real life to speak of outside of the school, but it's the sentiment. "Yes, next week, let's rock." Hell, 2.001? 1000 dates until he actually gets some? Life sucks.

Whaddya know, sometimes he stumbles upon fun topics. "I only got a mountain bike. No motorcycle for me just yet." Life sucks. "Buuut, if Harry can get us something broken down that could be fixed up... dude, that'd be so sweet I'd just cry." Wait, wasn't that strangely reminiscent of Twilight Daybreak? Good thing he never read those books. Ahem. "That's a bit more hardcore, yeah, but it's a good dream. Your pops sounds pretty damn awesome, I gotta say." A thought occurred to him, "You could be a badass motorcyclist freedom-fighter. I can be a roadie. We'll fight crime."

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Riza wanted to meet this lovely demure lady, too. If Yousuke was cheating on her, especially with someone he could use fancy SAT words on, crania would circumduct. They would circumduct hard. "All right, dude, lay off the pet names; we're not Tats and Al here." She grinned. "We're better than them. And we're gonna rock this concert." Hey, it would be 999 soon enough!

Fun? Try totally kickin' rad and other outdated slang. "Right, right. But dude, him and his girlfriend spend all their time in the garage, or so I hear. He's gotta have a few ways to hook us up." After all, he had experience in hooking up. And if word ever got out that Yousuke read those horrible books or saw the equally horrible movies, well, we've already been over the consequence once. "He's the coolest guy. But you're giving him a run for your money. Can you whip a chain?" She didn't know how effective it would be, but all the punk-awesome bikers used chain whips. "I'll hook a sidecar up to my bike and we'll deliver street justice. That's the best idea you've had all day."

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See, this is where it reached sitcom levels. She'd have to wear a dress and get her nails done and wear makeup, and pretend to be this perfect little angel in order to impress them. Only that was completely unnecessary and they'd actually think someone like her was perfect for him. It's hilarious! "But, they're so fun!" he whined, not even really serious, "I'll have my rockin' out pants all ready." But then it just goes to 2.9991, right?

Hey, no knocking 80s slang. "Wouldn't surprise me. Rikku's a girl who loves her some machines. We'll just have to ask real nice and hope he's feeling gracious." Never fear, he'd never touched them. He wasn't big on reading anyway, and love story movies were... let's say, no. Not interested. Vampires yes, sparkling ones, no. "He sounds pretty badass. I've never tried to whip a chain before, but everyone starts somewhere, right?" They were so impractical, though. He'd be better off just using his wind powers to woosh bad guys away. "Sweet. I'll get a helmet and a pair of aviator goggles, and get some jumpsuit or something." He folded his arms behind his head, leaned back, and looked amazingly smug, "What can I say, when I get ideas, I get them good."

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Hah hah! Comic misconceptions. "Yeah, I'll give you that, but I swear to god if you call me sugartits or something, this date is over." And something more makeout-ridden would begin, but she wouldn't tell him that. He'd have earned it if he had the fortitude to call her that in the first place. Depends if they were ready after a thousand dates. If they weren't, that was the great thing about decimals. They went on forever as long as you didn't round.

"You leave it to me, man. Harry is easy to figure out." Okay, so she'd just end up asking him straight up, but it didn't mean she couldn't pretend there was more to it. As for that Daybreak crap, good. She knew she'd picked a smart one. "I don't think it's that hard. Just hold it at your side and spin. That's what the movies do, and they're always totally accurate. Just... lay off the jumpsuit. There's parts of you I don't need to see." She smirked, which turned into a full laugh as he leaned back, obviously the most self-satisfied person in the world. "Yeah, yeah. Even a blind squirrel gets a few nuts sometimes."

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Quite right, Phil. "Yeah, uh, you're safe there," he half-mumbled. There were lines, hurdles if you will, that he needed to jump, and calling her that sort of thing was one of them. Maybe if he knew there would be a reward for his sassy, sassy mouth, his bravery would have leveled up a couple times. But for God's sake, if it took a thousand dates, he'll eventually buckle down and grow a pair, rest assured.

"Oh, is he now?" He could have taken that the wrong way, but no need. She was messing with him, again. Don't pat yourself on the back just yet, Riza, you don't know all his tawdry loves. "Seems easy enough. As long as I don't have to actually hit someone, because... I'd probably just wing myself." And then there was staring down his nose at her. "Oh come on, every part of me is equally beautiful." She was going to laugh. He was waiting. There was no way she'd disappoint. "The Blind Squirrels. We should call our band that."

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She thought she might have been fine in that field. But right, right, she was serious Riza, this was serious date. She had to keep all that stuff at bay. Besides, they were in public, and while she liked making a scene, normally it involved more busting through a wall on a motorcycle and less really loud, really inappropriate euphemisms.

"I met him the same night I met you. You learn a lot about a guy when he's ogling you." Nothing to take the wrong way about that. He should've remembered how she was dressed that night. Oh god, if "tawdry" was ever a valid way to describe someone's interests, they had to be bad. But at least he wouldn't be disappointed. If the mental image of him smacking himself with his own chain wasn't bad enough, the comment just made everything better. She laughed, loud at first, then quickly pulled it back to avoid drawing attention. "Oh, god, Yousuke, warn me before you say something like that!" It took her so much off guard that she forgot all about that band name suggestion and in fact many other things.

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This date is serious business. No shenanigans, tomfoolery, or hijinks allowed. At least of that particular flavor, anyway. Save it for when they got back and she could embarrass him in front of people they already knew, or yeah, just burst through a wall with a motorcycle. They were used to having to repair all of the carpentry on a daily basis around here by now.

Okay. Yes. She was dressed like... she was dressed. So, Yousuke can't fault Harry for what he must have done, but he still didn't have to like it. At least he suppressed the frown. "And what'd you learn from me when I did it?" Tawdry was a wonderful, wonderful word, it could apply to ever so many things. And, if he was briefly all jealous and mopey-like at the thought of someone else ogling the girl that wasn't his girlfriend yet, it was dispelled when he successfully got another laugh out of her. "Hey, if I warned you, it wouldn't be half as fun."

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There would be so many dynamic entries once they got that bike working. Riza could imagine it now and it was in fact totally awesome. Bonus fact, it got her mind off horrible innuendo! So there you go. Most people closed their eyes and thought of England. Riza closed hers and thought of looking awesome.

With her laughter curbed for now, she was free to give Yousuke a self-satisfied look. "I could tell that you appreciated hotness." Lowering her voice so the people around her couldn't hear, she added, "I could tell you'd never seen that much skin before, either." You know, he had a point. If she'd known that was coming, she wouldn't have laughed half as hard. "All right, fair enough, but seriously." All right, so there were a few more chuckles that had to find their way out. She'd be done soon. Probably.

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Hot biker chick and derpy sidekick, hell yes. Ah, Riza, your mind is so fickle! And not like a man's mind at all, because Yousuke could think of innuendos, bikes, and... more innuendos, all at the same time, without mentioning any of them! Renaissance man right here.

It's a smugness party in this place. Only her smug was probably not totally faked. "You know any guys who don't?" And now it was time for blushing, well played, Wildman. "Uh, haha... not in person anyway..." He's a clever boy, for a derp. It's just that the derp gets more exercise. "Seriously. Fine, I'll warn you when I'm about to bust out a gem of comedic wonder." No he wouldn't. And keep laughing, he liked it. It made him feel... special. God, that's mushy.

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Fickle? Or focused? No, probably fickle, yeah. Congratulations for being able to multitask. But he was still probably, like, Raphael or something. One of the crappy Renaissance men slash ninja turtles.

Nope, 100% pure smug up in this bitch. "You'd be surprised," but she'd leave that hanging because she didn't really have an answer. "Man, I don't need to hear about what you do on the internet." At least, she hoped it was the internet. She didn't know which of the possible options would be worse, honestly. But she sure as hell knew she didn't want to find out. "Yeah, that's not gonna work. You're unintentionally funny too much." Whether that helped his ego or not was yet to be seen, but if it contributed to him feeling special, Riza wasn't going to stop.

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Fickle is much more fun, anyway, when it comes to some subjects. Just think of him as a Windows OS: he multitasks, he's fun to look at sometimes, he's complicated on the inside, and he tends to bluescreen a lot. Oh, dude, that's so not even fair, he's more like Michelangelo, except there really is a Mikey around now so too bad there.

But of course. "Weirdos, whoever they are." Oh, come on Riza, like he'd seriously look at porn on a school network. That's what burned DVDs were for. "Haha, funny. But no. I've seen my share of R-rated movies, y'know." Glorious, gratuitous nudity... but that leads to banned subjects. "Unintentionally funny is still funny, so I will derp forth." It boosted the ego, no worries there. He just generally tried to be as funny as he could in all things, so if he was being Zen comedic, that's all the better.

"And, speaking of movies... my favorites, of all time, are the original Indiana Jones Colorado James trilogy." No need to mention the fourth. It never happened.

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Well, fortunately she was a skilled technician. Went to the first national school of metaphors and majored in boys as computers. Or. Something like that. Anyway the important part was that he was Donatello at best.

"Or gay," she muttered, but whatever. "Yeah, tasteful nudity. Because something about you just screams tasteful." She rolled her eyes, but moved along quickly because yes, that only led to inappropriate subjects. "Nothing to worry about, then." Excellent. She liked laughing, and especially laughing at her boyfriend.

"I don't know. They were pretty good, but I have serious issues with the unrealistic way they portrayed Germans." A couple beats for comic effect, and then, "Nah, I'm kidding, they kicked ass."