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

Comments

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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"I've been, ah, listening in. You've got it going on." Of course, he was obligated to say such a thing even if she did blow. At playing the guitar. Less innuendo, less. In any case, he chuckled to and at himself as well, "I'll get over it once my brain gets in into itself that you don't care that much." What, that wasn't his fault at all, why must everything be blamed on him?

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"Damn right I do," she shot back immediately with a quick wink in his direction. She wasn't sure if he meant it in the "Stacy's mom" sense, but that never stopped her before. "I'll settle for a boy for now. But once you turn 18, we're cranking the man dial up to eleven." Everything was blamed on him because everything was always his fault forever. But Riza realized something in the middle of that. "When is your birthday, anyway?"

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He did mean it in that sense, on some level, but mostly it was concerning her mad guitar skills. "Rock out, baby, rock out." Now, if only he wasn't supposed to be on good behavior, he could have said something bad here. Alas. "So, another year and and change of being a boy left for me. I guess I should enjoy it." For the most part, that's very true, it is all his fault. "June 22nd. Go Cancers! The, uh, astrological symbol, not... yeah."

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She threw the horns enthusiastically, not caring if her outburst got them any strange looks from passersby. Metal waited for neither boy nor man. "You're sixteen? Would've given you a little more than that. I'll be 18 on December 9th. Makes me a Sagittarius." Relax, dude, she knew her star signs. You spend your life worried about the moon all the time, you learn a few things about stars. "I'm also a metal Ram, which is the most badass thing in the world." The Eastern Zodiac, too. There wasn't a horoscope alive that she hadn't made her bitch.

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Hell yeah, the horns! He just cackled with delight and did likewise. "Dude, no kidding? Eighteen? Man, you're- okay, no, stopping there." It wasn't really robbing the cradle anyway. Now, we're getting into things he didn't quite understand. "A Ram? You have two signs?" He wasn't even sure there was a ram astrological sign. Educate him, woman!

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Oh, she could educate. "Seriously, dude? I thought you were Japanese. All right, the Eastern Zodiac. It's kind of the coolest thing. Everybody gets an element and an animal." Ooh, time for her to do some serious thinking. That math class was finally paying off. "All right, so you're sixteen. Means you were born in 1993, right? That makes you..." Hm. Run through the list in her mind. ...Oh, god this was too perfect. "You're a cock!"

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She'll be a wonderful instructor some day. "Yeah, about that... as far as you're concerned, I'm about as Asian as tacos." Okay, serious listening time! He lets her go through all that math stuff, the deep thinking, the perusing, the... horrifying smile? Oh dear God. He just looked at her with a 'what' look on his face. "I'm. I hope you mean a rooster."

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Hey, don't knock the rare Asian taco. Ramen was very versatile. And somehow, she knew she'd get that kind of reaction out of him and it only made her laugh even harder. She almost hoped people had overheard, because really, when was she gonna get that chance again? "Dude, Japan is weird, but they're not that weird. Of course I mean a rooster, but you should've seen your face!" She would remember it whenever she needed a laugh. It would never fail.

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A ramen taco. That's... that's horrible. And if Yousuke ever learned they exist, he'd want to try one, just to say he did. Back in the now, however, he's just nodding along with rolled eyes to her mad glee. "Yes, yes, my grandparents country of origin is just the best. And keep laughing, Fido, keep laughing. I'll get my turn sooner or later." As if she'd never get a face much better than this one to laugh at even harder sometime down the line, who the hell do you think he is?

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Horribly delicious, maybe. Actually, Riza wouldn't know. She was just throwing together foods in her head to potentially throw Yousuke off. Good to know it would work. Fido? What the hell was that. "Call me Fido one more time and I'll give me something to laugh about." Wait, hold on. "By making you cry about the same thing that would make me laugh." Oh, come on, she couldn't be coming down with a case of the derps! Not now! "Shut up, Yousuke."

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This is confusing, considering how terrible instant ramen is. All the taste of cardboard, twice the nutrition! The downside to her plans of throwing him off with food is that, unless it was truly bizarre and out there, he'd probably eat it anyway. Once. He's a guy that's open to new- dammit, no, stop that. Anyway, he's just standing there with a goofy grin on his face as she runs herself around in circles. "I did not and won't say a damn thing. Except maybe, would you prefer Rex?"

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Riza just siiiighed. She walked right into this whole thing. How fantastic. "You're lucky you're not dating Tats or you'd have a couple of wrecks in between your legs right now." And that's all she was going to say on the matter. Though she was incredibly proud of that wordplay, no lie. "Are we there yet?" she asked in the least obnoxious voice she could muster while asking that question.

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Turnabout was always fair play, and Riza could bet her sweet ass he was going to milk it for all it was worth. "If I was dating Tats, well... there's an obvious nickname for her that would probably result in me ending up like the bear." Bisection was bad for his health, Yousuke thought, and resolved to never let it happen to him. "Yes, we're there, for a given definition of 'there.'" It wasn't much further, was it? It's friggin cold out here, yo.

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See, this was why she never threw Yousuke any bones. Aside from the fact that he had enough bones to throw her all on his own, he never let it go. Which was kind of funny in its own right. Besides, if she couldn't take it, she shouldn't be dishing it out so much. "Thanks, smartass," and she was back on her game, but she wasn't gonna let that Tatsuki thing go just yet. It was in the mental file. "I thought you picked the place."

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If you give a derp a bone, he isn't going to just give it back. In fact, he's just going to demand more bones. No, wait, he will give them back, by the whole throwing thing. And other ways. But there is digression. "No problem, honeybutt," and more cute petnames, that fit her oh so well with her cutesy image. "Yeah, we're not far. Can probably see the sign from here if you squint."