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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"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?"

She paused, roll in hand, suddenly alarmed.

"This food? It's very good!" she exclaimed hastily. "I'm sorry, did I say something stupid...?"

"Eh?" he asked, confused, "Why do ya' always think ya' did something wrong?"

"Because, uh.... Because...."

Kisara frowned. She'd never been asked that before.

"To be honest, I don't really know," she mused, scratching her head thoughtfully. "It seems kind of silly, now that I think about it."

"Trust me," he said, taking another bite of food, "Nothin's wrong."

He offered her a bit of his steak.

"Want to try? I promise you that it's really good!"

"Oh! Sure," she consented with a smile, nodding. "How am I supposed to eat it?"

Greed carefully sliced off a small piece of steak, held it on the end of his fork, and held it out.

"Open your mouth," he said, putting it under her nose, "I'll just pop it in there and you can chew it."

Kisara gave him a quizzical look, but did what he said. After all, he hadn't led her wrong yet, so why start doubting now?

"It is pretty good," she admitted, chewing thoughtfully. "I've never eaten meat, except some fish and in sandwiches."

"Well, there's all sorts of different meat from different animals. No two are exactly alike."

He took a few sips of his drink and stretched out a bit more, then stuffed a roll into his mouth.

"So, babe, you really never dated?"

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