Matthew // 006

[redcloakedthief]

Characters: redcloakedthief and whiterequiem and eventually sweeperesque probably.
Location: IDK. SOMEWHERE.
Time: Right after this thread.
Style: FIRST FOR SPEED
Status: Clooosed

[It seemed pretty entertaining. Go steal what was already stolen. He is talented enough at that, being a professional thief (in his free time), and so the moment he gets off the phone with Saya, he is on the

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Best location ever.

[whiterequiem]

[He's not an idiot. He can sense your presence so naturally he turns around and looks over.]

You're that whatshisface...

I know. 8D

[redcloakedthief]

Of course. Your business is your business; why should I bother with it? Unless it gets interesting, like Ragna stealing your gun.

[He laughs.]

That works. So long as we don't browse for too long; I am hungry.

[sweeperesque]

Hey, you know I could've handled that myself in the given time. [a pause] ... not that I'm not grateful.

[She hates it when Matthew does something better than her. It's like relying on him except... not.]

Do you skip meals or something?

[redcloakedthief]

Right, right. Whatever you say. You're welcome.

[And have a cheeky grin.]

Not unless I'm chasing after crazy gun thieves.

[sweeperesque]

[Just some indignant sputtering for a moment because dammit, she's been caught. STOP DOING HER FAVORS, MATTHEW, IT'S AWKWARD.]

... right.

[But by his next comment, she recovers.]

You know, you can keep pressing but I'm not going to say 'I owe you one'. I think one favor that I owe you is enough.

[redcloakedthief]

No, you don't owe me anything. Except, maybe, dinner, but only because you said we were going to get dinner.

I chased after him because I wanted to, remember?

[sweeperesque]

[... fff. Paperthin but reassuring all the same.]

Of course.

But about that dinner, anything specific in mind or does 'gourmet' apply to anything?

[redcloakedthief]

I am sure gourmet varies from world to world. It's your choice tonight.

[sweeperesque]

Hm... something with a lot of substance. Like a steak or... a crab...! That would've been a good final meal... And of course, we're going to have desert too!

[... food is one of her favorite things in the world, can you tell?]

[redcloakedthief]

[Never would've guessed. But he uses those sharp eyes of his to good purpose for once, pointing out a rather fancy looking restaurant edging an alley.]

What about that place?

[sweeperesque]

[So he is capable of being useful-]

Works for me!

[Picking up her pace because a;dlfjaf FOOD.]

[redcloakedthief]

[He follows behind, strolling at a laid-back pace, in direct contrast to his earlier words.]

[sweeperesque]

[.... she's hungry, stop dallying. Getting ahold of his arm again and tugging insistently. DON'T MAKE HER WAIT FOR THIS.]

[redcloakedthief]

All right, I'm coming.

[Fffffff, he is towed towards the restaurant, and they soon make it there. They push open the door and are soon seated.]

Well, this is fancy.

[sweeperesque]

[She seems perfectly giddy at this point. Not really paying attention to the atmosphere, but looking forward to the menu more. PRIORITIIIEESSSS.]

Go big or go home, Matthew!

[redcloakedthief]

[He just shakes his head, reaching for a menu as well.

I guarantee he has never been in such a nice restaurant.]

Well? Have you decided yet?