smash_logs | In a field outside of town, we could always be alone. Carry a blanket, maybe a basket

Who: Blacky, Flint
What: Gay gay gay picnicking. And catching up. And...?
When: October 22nd
Where: Somewhere in the field.
Rating: L for Losers Lunching in Leaves.

To say Blacky was excited was an understatement. If it hadn't been so early in the day for her, she might as well have hopped and skipped the entire way out to the field, picnic basket under her arm. A charming little handmade lunch with her favourite cowboy! How romantic! Of course, he was bound to view it as anything but romantic, and considering recent developments in her life even Blacky was a little unsure if she should call it that, but... it was going to be nice, at any rate.

As she set the blanket on the clearest patch of ground she could find (getting crushed leaves out of picnic blankets was difficult, she discovered one year), she noticed it was a bit chilly out. Should have brought another blanket. At least she'd brought a little thermos of hot coffee for herself. Not only would it warm her up, but it would get her heart pumping so she'd stay warm, too. That was the plan, anyway. Did Flint like coffee? Did he even know what coffee was? She wasn't sure, so she'd brought a bottle of water for him, too (she was out of milk, and it was too early for alcohol).

Then there was the matter of lunch itself: she might have gone a little overboard with all the different types of sandwiches, salads, and vegetables she'd brought along. Some cold, some containing warm roast meats, some vegetarian, and even one made with leftovers just for Boney. Flint had seemed impressed when Blacky offered to cook... hopefully he wouldn't end up being too disappointed.

She sipped coffee while she waited, glad that she'd mastered the human form enough to get rid of her tail, or else it would have wagged with embarrassing enthusiasm.

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SUDDENLY, BONEY.

Boney came racing through the field, well aware that there was going to be food, and what dog worth his salt wouldn't get there as fast as he could to mooch and beg and be cute for it? He almost knocked Blacky over as he skidded to a halt, his tail wagging so fast it was going in circles.

Flint arrived a minute later, walking at a much more leisurely pace. He wasn't sure whether to think of this as a "date" or not- Blacky would no doubt think of it that way, but he preferred to consider it as simply lunch with a friend. He gave her a polite tip of his hat as usual, and then he saw the food. All of the food. The piles and piles of food.

"Didn't have to go through all the trouble." Flint said.

Boney! Right on time! But where was Flint? Blacky wondered for a moment if he was going to stand her up, but she could detect the familiar scent on the breeze, and decided that he simply was no match for Boney's four-legged super-speed. "Hello there," she grinned, unwrapping the specially prepared sandwich. "Are you hungry? Don't eat it all at once, now."

Ah, here came Flint. Despite there still being plenty of room on the blanket, she scooted over for him anyway in a very blatant PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME kind of way. "It was no trouble at all!" Except for the part where she had to run to the convenience store in the middle of the night because she was certain she had mayonnaise but ended up being completely wrong. And then the part where she nicked her finger chopping vegetables. She considered telling Flint these things to make him ~~pity her~~ better appreciate it, but on second thought, he didn't really need to know.

"I'm really glad you came out today."

Flint may have been an emotional retard, but he could tell that Blacky wanted him to sit next to her, so he did... and Boney immediately jumped between them, sniffing the sandwich excitedly. Flint pushed him back by the nose. "You can just wait a little, boy."

He glanced over all the food again, not sure if Blacky was telling the truth about it being 'no trouble'. "It was my pleasure."

Boney. Boney, Blacky loves you, just not when you want to be a third wheel. However! She was nice enough to set the sandwich on the edge of the blanket for him to enjoy and not be in the way.

She... may have made too much food after all. Even now she couldn't really decide on what she herself wanted to eat. She settled on a few little baby carrots for now, not wanting to look too much like a glutton.

"Say... Wasn't it around this time last year we all went to your hometown? I wonder how it's looking now?"

This worked for Boney, he was fully OM NOM NOM-ing away and staying out of their hair.

Flint, meanwhile, went for the manliest thing available: ~~RIBS~~ a roast beef sammich.

"It... was, wasn't it?" Flint paused for a moment, realizing that it had been a while since he had last seen Tazmily. Last Christmas, maybe? Another time he couldn't recall? He didn't like that thought one bit. "Huh. Been a while. I'm sure it's just as nice as ever. Maybe even better, with less of those... things around."

Mm. Roast beef. It smelled so good. Maybe if she tried puppy eyes there would be leftovers.

"'Things?' I'm afraid that isn't very speci-- ...oh. Unless you mean... Ah." Blacky frowned. Those things she had thought to be like Pokemon, ending up being something far more sinister. She couldn't even imagine having to go through those experiments. To be turned into some mindless killing machine. ~~GOOD THING THAT WASN'T GOING TO HAPPEN ANYTIME SOON. LIKE TOMORROW. HURHUR~~

"...Perhaps they have cleared out. I'd like to visit again one day to see it. With you, of course." A familiar grin crossed her face. "You know... I was so caught up in the last trip I nearly missed my own birthday."

Subtle, Blacky.

Edited 2009-10-28 04:49 (UTC)

Flint tried very hard not to notice the grin. At least it wasn't quite a full blown Grin... yet.

"I wouldn't mind making a trip there. Been too long since I've been back anyway." Flint said. "Your... birthday, huh?

"It would be nice to go when it gets cold here. It seems like it would have a warmer climate there, isn't that right?" Of course, warmer places dulled the charm of a warm fireplace and a mug of hot mocha.

But there would be plenty of time to plan for that. She'd managed to hook him right where she wanted. "Oh, yes. Haven't I mentioned it before? The twenty-fourth of October. This Saturday, in fact."

She nonchalantly sipped more coffee.

"It's pretty nice all year round, yeah." Flint said. "It doesn't get cold until well into November."

He took a bite of his sandwich. "Oh. Um. Saturday, huh?"

He knew she was expecting him to ask. "Uh... anything in particular you want?"

In a field outside of town, we could always be alone. Carry a blanket, maybe a basket - that's it.

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