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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Hypothetical nothing, he could already imagine the steamy scenes. And he did. Often. But they weren't supposed to have such thoughts. "Oh. Duh. I forgot, she who makes the rules need not abide by them." He rolled his eyes in a mocking fashion, then went up after her and placed his own order. It wasn't like they'd have no opportunities to discuss such terrible subjects at a later time, so he was content to just let that go. "Guess we should find a table."

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They weren't supposed to have such thoughts here and now. If he actually had any storyboards or anything, she'd love to see them. Maybe do a little amateur acting. "That's the way it works," she commented, and the best part was that it worked as a response for both things. She headed over to the nearest open table, close to a window for effect and atmosphere and all that stuff. "How's this work for you?"

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Right, here and now. Such thoughts were fine and dandy at other times, but he couldn't promise anything about location. "Of course it is." That... kind of worked in response to both things? Ugh, nevermind. That table was great, nice and romantic and stuff. Wait, romance? Did they actually do that? "It's fine with me. Now, then, I think it's time to get this Serious Business underway, don't you?"

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Romance? The two of them? Well, she did have a penchant for candlelight dinners, but this wasn't the time or the place. And it should probably have roses or something. But later, later. "I'm down. We already got a little bit out of the way earlier," don't think she forgot the birthday stuff that easily, "so." She sat down and waited for him to join her before continuing. "Tell me something about you that I don't already know."

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Maybe they'd just have to settle for a bromance for now. At least until Yousuke found regular employment to afford candlelit dinners with roses. "Yeah, see, we got off to a good start." But, what else was important about birthday stuff? And dammit Riza, good job putting him right on the spot. "Something you don't already know, huh. I've always wanted a- no, you knew that- uh. My favorite color is green." That... that was an incredibly lame answer and the look on his face clearly showed he knew it.

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Bromance was always an acceptable alternative. But bromance didn't really have a lot of makeout potential. Bros with benefits? Whatever, they'd figure it out later. Riza knew it was a lame answer too, but anything was better than total radio silence. Besides, she could use that. "Good choice. I like black, myself." But she knew this wouldn't go very far. She'd have to take things into her own hands.

"Okay, let's do this. So I told you I was born in Germany. But my dad and I flew into Philadelphia when I was five and I've basically been bouncing from place to place since then. I think my favorite place was just outside Sacramento. I went to see Mötley Crüe at Crüefest there last summer. It was pretty bitchin'." That should've gotten some conversation going, since he was pretty hopeless on his own.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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."