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BLIND DATES: C TABLES

Who: We shall see.
What: BLIND DATES
Where: Restaurant off-campus.
When: 29th November, 2013.
Warnings: It is a mystery.
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[This restaurant is the most fanciest, and also doesn't offer food specific to any particular location, but is heralded for the chef that runs it. The decor is sleek and professional, just as the other costumers themselves look for the evening. Some diners may find themselves sitting out, but it's fine; the weather may be usually be cold outside (baby), but the heating from the building and how clear the day has been will keep you cosy enough.

The music is classical, and pianos and violins the main components of the most of the pieces. Diners will have been told to dress their best. They will also want to pick from their menus wisely, as the foods and drink can get expensive. There is a drinks bar available.

The candles here are white. Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination. Find your table!

GordonConnor sandwich.]

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Somebody around here didn't agree to being signed up for blind dates. At first, it was frustrating and confusing. He mentioned it to one of the students who had been here for a time, and he helped Ike come to terms with his spontaneous dating assignment.

And that's why he was here today. Ike, with his contrasting tattered apparel that stuck out like a sore thumb in this professional environment. He wouldn't have shown up otherwise, if he could help it.

He arrived at his table first and uncertainly took a seat, as though he doubted that the label on the table matched his card that clearly said C4.

Clear thankfully didn't particularly mind whether someone was dressed snappily or not. Did attire really matter as long as they had some manner of fun? He sincerely doubted it.

In contrast, however, he was wearing a fine, adorable tuxedo, mainly because he'd heard that it was preferable for fancy-shmancy restaurants. He didn't want to leave a bad impression on whoever he was seeing!

It was too bad that gas mask of his was probably more than enough to do that. He wasn't about to show his face and scare his 'date' away! That'd be horrible!

So here he was, approaching carefully behind Ike and, suddenly, looming his masked face over his happily.

"Hello hello~!"

Ike gawked at the mask. The tuxedo would have been one thing, but the gas mask was an eyebrow-raiser. What was even more startling was the way he just... Appeared out of nowhere. It was a surprise that Ike managed not to scream out.

"What on..." Instead of craning his head up at an uncomfortable angle, Ike swiveled around in his chair to look at Clear straight-on. He had no words for this character. "Uh, hello. Can I help you?"

It didn't occur to him to consider him his date.

"Yes!" Clear beamed beneath that mask, hurrying from one side of the table to the other so he could take his seat. He had to sit very neatly, very properly, his posture completely perfect. He put his napkin on his lap, too. So formal!

"I believe we are each others' dates tonight, sir!" He rested his palms happily on his knees, staring at him through glassy peepers. "I am called Clear. What is your name?"

This was Ike's date tonight. This was really Ike's date tonight.

What an interesting individual. Ike never thought of going on a date with a man, but he supposed it was alright. A date was just a date, and you could do them with anybody. Even a friend.

"I'm Ike. Sorry, I didn't know you were my date at first." More like he didn't know WHAT Clear was at first. That mask was really throwing him off. "What is that... thing, you're wearing on your face?"

He squinted, like he was trying to see through the lenses or something.

"Eh? This?" Clear lifted a hand to graze his fingers over the side of his mask, making sure that the straps were still firmly closed in the process. "This is my mask! This is but one of them. I have many more, Ike-san!"

He dug into his pocket and lifted out the visage of a woman, holding it up and over his gas mask.

"Ta-da~!"

"So you like masks," he observed, though he wasn't sure if that was true or not. It just seemed like a weird hobby. "Why do you have so many with you? People don't normally go around wearing masks in public."

"Do they not?"

Clear's fingers danced over the plastic of his okame mask, his heart twisting as he knew that this was the answer. Why he was hiding his true feelings, however, was more than obvious enough for him. He was fearful around this man. He didn't want to show him his face and chase him off, not even for one second. He knew that it wouldn't end well. It couldn't.

"I wear them simply because they are comforting for me," he told him, his words vague, but not at all a lie. "That is all." That last part, however, was.

Whether it was a lie or not, Ike was willing to accept that reasoning. People had their own reasons for doing things, and being more comfortable this way was one easily understood. He nodded.

"That's fine. I don't mind if it makes you more comfortable." Perhaps underneath that mask, he was a shy person. If it worked out for him better this way, Ike had no need to judge him based on him wearing a silly mask. "But how do you plan to eat with it on?"

Clear shook his head, as if this wasn't even a problem at all. He might have had confidence issues, but he knew just how to plan ahead. He, like any normal human, had his flaws, but hell if he wasn't resourceful.

"That is not a problem, Ike-san! I am capable of eating this way. Ah, but we should figure out what we must eat!" After commencing that totally smooth subject change, he flipped his menu open, giving it a quick look-see. "Aaah, for a starter, would you mind sharing a bread board with me, Ike-san? It seems like an extensive list."

Well, if Clear was sure about keeping that mask on...

Once he changed the subject, Ike looked at the menu. He hadn't even bothered taking a look yet. While Clear pulled open his menu, Ike did the same and stared at some of the options. ...It was a good thing each item had a description, because all of this stuff seemed too fancy-sounding for Ike to even begin to recognize them. Without even bothering to check what a bread board was, Ike looked up and answered, "Sure, sounds good. I'm not picky."

Did... he even see what the bread bowl was? Clear didn't want to be rude when that thought entered his head. Goodness, no. He couldn't help but wonder if he was going to enjoy it in the end, regardless. Well, the school was paying for it, so... there was only one way to find out, wasn't there?!

"Then... yes, let us get the bread bowl! We can have some drinks, too. Um, excuse me, miss? I would like the bread bowl, and... um..."

He froze. That... sure was a lot of wine. He'd heard such unsavory things about alcohol, too! He tossed the menu this way and that in his hands, finally landing on the alternate beverages and making a decision.

"... and a sweet jasmine tea, please~!"

The waitress looked over at Ike expectantly. "I'll have water," he decided, and the waitress was off with a smile.

After she was gone, Ike wasn't sure what to do. What to talk about. Pit told him that playing along was a good idea - you could meet new people this way, and that wasn't such a bad thing. The commander caught himself staring at Clear's mask as he thought (it was hard to remember that it probably just looked like he was staring at him from under that mask), and he blinked and shook himself out of it.

"Where do you come from?" he found himself asking, completely on reflex. That was usually a good way to start talking about something, and he asked that kind of question a lot anyway. People came from all sorts of backgrounds, especially here.

It was a bit of a random inquiry, perhaps awkward, to boot. Clear, thankfully, was a master at not recognizing that something was off. He simply rolled with it, anxiety being the last thing to ever cross his mind.

"I come from Midorijima! Have you heard of Midorijima, Ike-san?" He swung his head to the side, his hair falling over his mask a little gracelessly. "It is an island just southwest of the mainland of Japan. Many people here have not heard of it, it seems..." His tone took the slightest dip as he trailed off, the loneliness that settled in his heart feeling a little... strange. It's weird, being in such a different culture where so many people had no idea about his own.

Well, that just meant he'd have to familiarize himself more! Time to take advantage of this date and do just that.

"Ike-san? Where is it that you come from?"

Ike shook his head when asked about Midorijima. He hadn't heard of it or Japan, and somehow, it was so weird to him to hear of all of these faraway places. He'd never heard of any of them before, but there were just so many.

"I'm from Crimea, a country of Tellius," he replied. "I think I can sympathize. I haven't met many people here who know where Crimea is. I wasn't aware of lands outside my own, but now I'm learning that there are a lot of places I didn't know existed."

"Tellius..." Clear let the name roll off of his tongue carefully, experimentally, as if testing the pronunciation in his own voice. "Nnnooo... I do not think I've heard of Tellius before, Ike-san... It doesn't sound very familiar. Unless... ah!"

He lifted his eyes, hands releasing the napkin that he'd been subconsciously clutching to all this time, nestled safely in his lap.

"I think I have heard the name 'Crimea' in my studies before. Yes... I think that is an important part of history, now that I recall," he spoke, tapping his fingers along his knee. "Mad... King's... War?"

It was all very vague.

Ike lit up, surprised that Clear knew not only the name of his homeland (even though he didn't know Tellius), but some of its recent history. He nodded once.

"That's right," he responded with a smile. It was weird to hear that he called it an important part of history. Ike never had the chance to consider it as something to be remembered as an important event, but that was exactly what it was. "You do know something of where I'm from."

He was glad to hear that the victory was recorded as one gained by Crimea. He remembered that as one of the many concerns the Crimean Army had to think about once Begnion reinforcements joined their cause.

"Yes! It is still not very much," Clear admitted, giving a nod of thanks and an added word of gratitude as the waitress dropped their drinks off. "But I do think it is interesting. There are very many worlds and different universes! It is fascinating, though it can also be... a little overwhelming."

He paused, a gloved hand reaching for his cup of jasmine tea and holding it carefully. This was glass, for sure. It had to be super fragile.

"Uwaahh... Do you ever think about that, Ike-san? How there are so many places and people we have not seen or heard of. It's a little scary..."

Edited 2013-12-01 20:45 (UTC)

Ike took a sip of water from his glass, thinking about what Clear said. "I guess so," he said, shrugging one shoulder. "I didn't think about it so much before. I knew about my own universe, but that's it. I didn't know there were more until I got here. Now I don't know what to think of it all."

Curiosity was his main feeling. There were limitless options out there, all places waiting to be explored by new eyes.

"I think it is a lovely thing, Ike-san! Intimidating, yes, but that also means there are many more beautiful things for us to see!" Clear's voice was perhaps a little higher than it should have been in an upscale restaurant, but he really didn't think about it. So many things excited him so easily, and this was but one of them.

"I think we should see some of the world together," he suggested, unwrapping a given straw and placing it into his glass. Carefully, he adjusted it and...

Doink.

Into the mouthpiece of his gas mask it went.

Wow.

How...

Weird. Ike tilted his head, his mouth slightly agape while he just tried to understand this puzzle of a person. There wasn't anything wrong with it, but he just hadn't experienced somebody acting like this before. Wearing a mask and opting to drink his tea through a straw rather than just taking off the mask...

"I know you said the mask is for comfort, but that definitely looks uncomfortable," he commented.

Well, that's the last thing that Clear ever wanted to talk about. He flinched, carefully swallowing the jasmine tea in his mouth so he wouldn't choke on it. That... really would not have made anything much better at all. Seriously.

"It isn't. Please do not worry," he added with a shake of his head, the straw swishing around in the glass as he did so. "I am fine, Ike-san."

Okay, maybe he wasn't, but... he could bear it.

He wasn't sure about that. It didn't look fine at all.

"Alright, if you're sure," he responded. He wasn't going to let himself get too hung up on this over all else. If this was just drinking, then how would he do with eating? Ike wasn't sure he wanted to ask. He'd have to find out instead.

Speaking of which, the waitress quickly returned with their appetizer and promised she'd be back soon to get their orders. Ike thanked her and realized now that he had food in front of him that he was hungrier than he thought. He grabbed some of the bread and ate it without bothering with the fancy tapenades or butters they supplied with it - he hardly noticed they were there. "It's good."

"Eh? Thank you, miss!"

Clear nodded happily, accepting the bread bowl in terms of taking one from the stack, carefully placing it on the default, small plate before him. He lifted his eyes to Ike's, and, just when he thought he wasn't looking...

Pop. Off went the bottom half of his mask, just long enough for him to swipe a bite of the bread.

"Mmm~! It is very good!" Oh my god, he forgot his manners. Talking with his mouth full really wasn't very becoming.

Edited 2013-12-02 04:41 (UTC)

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