OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

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3. gotta go fast.

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[canicide]

[ The laugh surprises a smile out of Heine. ]

Then I'll see you... on New Year's Eve.

[indeliblestars]

[it's the promised day, and Fee's agreed to meet Heine at a very neutral place between. no expectations for that, nothing beyond showing up. okay, so maybe he makes sure he doesn't look like he just rolled out of the shop for his date with a button down and he tries and fails to make his hair do anything, but that's all normal. low pressure. sure.

but he is looking for Heine once he's there, keeping his eyes sharp for white hair and that familiar face. maybe he looks a little dorky leaning and looking around with his hands tucked in his pockets, and maybe he's looking in the wrong direction, but Fee's trying. he managed being on time, he can manage waiting patiently for him.]

[canicide]

[ Fee does turn out to be looking at the wrong side of the train station when Heine shows up, but Heine announces himself with a short 'hi' as he approaches, so hopefully no one is startled. ]

You ready to go?

[ Heine has a jacket on over a white buttoned shirt only slightly paler than his skin—not out of the ordinary in terms of wardrobe, and his hair is certainly sticking up everywhere like it usually does. These are in fact results of his nerves, in that he's making a concerted effort to not appear overdressed. ]

[indeliblestars]

[turning around, Fee grins, realizing his mistake, and nods.]

I am. And you look nice!

[not that he doesn't look nice regularly, but hey, he can comment on it, tonight of all nights.]

Which...which way are we going? To get there from here.

[canicide]

Uh, thanks. [ Heine jams his hands into his pockets and uses the opportunity to dig out his wallet. ] We're taking the train inbound.

You hungry?

[ C...onversation....... ]

[indeliblestars]

Yeah, actually. You mentioned an Italian place?

[like he didn't know this for fact, like he wouldn't remember that important conversation.]

[canicide]

Yeah. It's close to the South Station stop, so...

[ Ah, good, the train is pulling into the station. Inside it's loud enough that Heine feels all right about not trying to talk. As he'd said, the restaurant is only two blocks from the train station. It's a small, cozy establishment and busy at this time of night, but they manage to get one of the last few empty tables.

Heine just hopes that the amount of customers will keep anyone he knows who might be working tonight from noticing him. ]

[indeliblestars]

[Fee, on his part, seems delighted. admittedly that's a low bar to pass, seeing as how he gets delighted over little things, but still. not talking was fine, just being in Heine's presence qualifies this as a date, and as they take a seat, he finally does speak.]

I've noticed this place, but never actually been in...you come here often, or you just know it's good?

[it doesn't matter, because things smell good, and that's enough for him.]

[canicide]

I've been here before. [ Heine leans back in his chair, trying to be casual as he looks into the menu even though he basically already knows what he wants to order. ] Uh, the pasta's good. We could get salad too.

[indeliblestars]

Really? That sounds good. I mean, I'll trust any salad that's not just a bowl of lettuce with one little tomato on top.

[Fee's eyes are scanning the menu, and he seems to be flip flopping between two different things after a minute.]

Help me out here. Heads or tails?

[this is a valid decision making process.]

[canicide]

Heads.

[ Heine chooses the pasta he usually gets and a salad on the side, to try and give the impression that he eats healthily... sometimes. ]

What are you picking between?

[ If he's picking between two, he probably likes both, and Heine can try and remember them for next time if he ever has the need (or chance, rather) to buy him food. ]

[indeliblestars]

Alfredo or the regular ravioli. But thanks to you, looks like I'm going with the first!

[the attempt at eating healthy counts. and Fee'd be equally happy to have gotten "tails" as an answer, setting the menu down.]

Actually, most of the time I just eat at home. So something like this...it's special.

[canicide]

[ Special. Special. Heine tries not to fluster visibly and mostly succeeds. He nods shortly and stares down at his menu again. Soon enough their server comes by, a small girl with short hair and a smile that turns positively predatory when she sees Heine with a stranger.

The glare Heine shoots her must dissuade her, though, because she tones it down a moment later, offering them drinks and asking if they're ready to order. ]

[indeliblestars]

[if Fee sees her grin, he doesn't let Heine know, instead ordering his choice and throwing in a "thanks" on the end, handing her his menu with a smile.

he meant it about being special. why not admit it, if it was the truth? going out, being on a date, getting minorly dressed up - that's special to him.]

So? Anything interesting happen with you, or do I have to pull out the story about the guy who showed up for an appointment and then proceeded to complain the entire time about how much it hurt to the point where even I was getting ticked?

[canicide]

When did that happen? [ Heine raises an eyebrow. It sounds bad, but honestly not unbelievable. Customers will say the strangest things. Despite the weirder experiences he's had and his general fatigue when it comes to customer service, he wants to hear what Fee's had to deal with. He wants to hear him talk, simple as that. ]

I've never seen you get angry.