tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; Saturday, June 7th, evening-ish
Rating; PG-ish probably
Characters; Kisara [

bewd_girl] and Greed [

so_very_greedy]
Summary; Kisara agrees to go on a date with Greed. Why? Who knows.
Log;

Kisara was nervous.

Of course, she was nervous just by nature, but this was different. Sure, she'd been nervous before her date with Kira, but that hadn't been a real date. This was. It was slightly unnerving.

She sat down on her bed, stood, and sat again. This was just silly. She got up, smoothing the brown linen dress that was the nicest article of clothing she owned, and walked from one side of the small room to the other a few times. Finally, she sighed in exasperation, went to the door of her room, and peeked outside curiously.

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She peeked out only to stare right into the eyes of Greed, who had just arrived.

"Ah, hello! Good to see you! So, how are ya' doin'?" he asked, offering her a pleasant bouquet of roses, "Here, a present for you."

He bowed deeply to her and got to a knee for the offering.

"Eek!" Kisara squeaked, startled.

"G-Greed! H-how did you--Oh!" She stopped, suddenly noticing the flowers and the manner in which Greed offered them. She tilted her head, a look of confusion crossing her features. "Flowers...? What--why?"

"Because it's customary for the man to offer a gift to the woman he's takin' out with him," he said, pushing them closer, "I'm sure we can find a vase for them later."

He rose to his feet and grasped her hand in his, then lifted it to kiss the top .

"You look stunningly gorgeous, tonight. Just as I assumed you would."

"Oh.... Thank you..." was all she could say as she hesitantly accepted the gift with her free hand, greatly confused.

Stunningly gorgeous? Kisses to the hand? Flowers? None of it made sense to her. But Greed said it was customary, and she really didn't want to do something wrong. This sort of date obviously had many more rules to follow. How would she manage not to break them?

"Uh...."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," he assured her, taking her hand in his and stepping away from her door. He scooped her up in his arms and began to run, quickly flying by the lamp-posts and street signs.

"I know a nice little place. I'm sure you'll like the food! Top quality stuff!"

He dodged through a few alleys and ascended a building, scouting around, then slid down the side and took off westward. They soon came to a stop in front of a large sign with the figure of a great bull standing atop it.

"Ah ha! Here's the place. Let's go in, shall we?"

Get used to that? If Kisara had harboured any doubts that the man was crazy, they were now gone. Picking her up and running like that? There was no way she'd get used to that. The restaurant looked strange, too. A bull?

All the same, she found herself laughing softly.

"Could you... put me down now?" she asked, trying to stifle a chuckle. It had suddenly struck her as funny for her to say anything in this position, especially that question.

"Eh? Oh, yeah!"

He set her down gently and escorted her into the building, where he was greeted by the hostess. They exchanged pleasantries and she checked her book of reservations, then lit up as she found his name.

"Right this way," she said, leading them on. They were soon seated with the menus in front of them. The place looked bigger inside than out. It was bustling with activity, which made it all the more impressive that they had managed to bet a quiet spot.

"Okay, Kisara, read the menu," he said, opening it for her, "Anything ya' want. This place has everything."

Uh oh.

Kisara frowned at the menu, a sinking feeling in her gut. She could hardly read at all, let alone names of foods. She knew she liked pizza, but she'd no idea how to spell it, or even if this restaurant sold it.

Great. She'd made it this far only to mess up? He'd think she was stupid for certain, now. Well, there was no use hiding it.

"Greed...?" she asked, biting her lip. "C-could... could you read this for me?"

"Eh? Oh, sorry. Ya' probably don't recognize the language. No problem. Guess I'll have to sit closer, then!"

Greed grinned happily and whistled a small tune as he slid over to sit right next to her. He put an arm around her and showed her several pictures of meals and what they were.

"I'll just order for us both, then. What do ya' like? Somethin' sweet? Meat? Vegetables? Fish?"

Kisara glanced at the arm around her quizzically. What...? She'd said something deserving of a patronizing look and a wearied sigh at best, not this.

She stared at Greed blankly, trying to comprehend what was going on.

"Uh... I don't know, really.... What do you think...?"

"Weeeeeeeell, personally I like meat. I'm getting the 64 ounce Carne' Grande'. It's a massive steak, medium rare. Just how I like it. Also gettin' some french onion soup, baked clams, and sweet wine. I'm a well versed guy with food."

He curled his fingers in hers.

"You have really nice skin. Soft to the touch."

Kisara stiffened at the motion, mostly out of instinct. What was that supposed to mean?

"Uh, thank you...?" she said uncertainly. "I, uh, mostly eat sandwiches here.... I d-don't really know wh-what I like o-other than that...."

"Tell you what," he purred, kissing her hand against, "How about I order a big meal and you can pick and choose from what I have? That should be a good way to start off."

He motioned to a waitress and made the order, than watched as she toddled off to fetch it. He turned his attention back to his date.

"So tell me about yourself, beautiful Kisara. Tell me about your world and it's people."

"Me?" Kisara squeaked. She knew she ought not to still be surprised every time Greed pulled one of his theatrics, but she just couldn't help it.

"I, uh.... That is, my world.... It's... uh...." She blinked. How was she expected to describe a desert?

"Hot?"

"That's all?" he asked, sidling closer still, "Anything else? What did you eat there?"

"Uh, well..." Kisara continued, looking at her companion warily. She wasn't entirely comfortable with such close quarters as it was; she trusted him, but not too much.

"We eat bread... and fish sometimes...."

"Great! I'll order some garlic bread rolls!" he said, disengaging and bringing his hand down on the table, "That'll be fine! You'll love 'em!"

He smiles as he sees the previous order approaching the table. Room was cleared as he graciously accepted the meal.

"Oooh, this looks good..."

A moment was taken to order rolls, then he took a bite of the meat.

"Damn! You gotta' take a bite!"

Kisara relaxed a bit, the food a welcome distraction from her worries. Though, after eyeing the large steak, she wasn't so sure.

"But it's all red--mnf!" She clapped a hand over her mouth, horrified. She had complained. Surely that was unforgivable.

Greed's eyes flashed between her and the steak a few times.

"...Well, I guess I can have half sent back and cooked. Yo! Server! Take care of this! Medium!"

The man hurriedly took care of Greed's order, then returned.

"Hell yeah! There we go. Is that better? Anything else?"

For a moment Kisara could find nothing to say. Then something clicked.

"Oh..." she said softly, more to herself than anyone else. "That's why...."

She looked up at Greed, offering a small smile. "I'm fine," she said, a little louder than normal. "Thank you."

"Your welcome," he grinned, picking at another piece of his steak, "Wanna try the rolls?"

"Oh, uh, okay," she blurted, fidgeting with the long blue-white hair in her face before reaching for the bread. "I've never heard of putting garlic on bread before...."

He poured wine for the both of them as he snatched a few rolls for himself.

"Really? Guess it's not an indigenous dish in your country. It's really good, though. Excellent taste. You need to broaden your horizons."

"I'm trying!" Kisara protested through a mouthful of bread, slightly frustrated. She swallowed. "There are just a lot of horizons to, uh, broaden, I guess...."

"But...the food's good, right?"

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