smash_logs | Blind Dates C Tables

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with C table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: September 30th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.

[The third group's restaurant is a rotating fancy restaurant, the tallest in all of FDC! The place is high up in the air, and you can see all of the city from above! It slowly moves around itself so you can see the city from 360 degrees.The menu has all sorts of things. Still expensive, however, but you've been given a 100$ budget for eating each!

The lighting is dim, with flickering, oil candles on every table. The place is decorated in stylish black and browns, with reddish lanterns hanged on top. The overhead music is half traditional Italian love songs, half that band you don't remember the name of and sometimes a little song sneaks in. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English and talk-like-a-dis despite the menu not being 100% Italian.

Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

OH YEAH AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE THE RESTAURANT AND GO ANYWHERE ELSE!.

..well once you've actually talked with your date anyway. If you try to leave before that, they will try to stop you.]

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Ron's stare lingered on Giratina for a second until the waiter came by, which prompted him to shoot the same look at the waiter. His personal space bubble was also violated, but he didn't seem to mind as much. One could make the sound assumption that he was used to this.

"Is it true?" he demanded; "Arewenotallowedtoleave?"

Unfortunately, Ron's question was so rushed that the waiter wasn't sure what he was trying to ask. He looked a little baffled, and in response he nodded hesitantly. He wasn't sure what he was approving, but he nodded anyway.

Whether he said "yes" or "no" was irrelevant at this point, however, for "yes" and "no" could mean the same thing to Ron's difficult question. It was a pesky one, where only a complete answer would suffice. "Yes" and "no" meant the same thing in this case, so Ron slumped, his head dropping.

As much as Giratina wanted to say that he didn't care, it was a bit sad to see his "date" so disheartened. This man really had some issues with mood swings. Giratina picked up his menu to get one last look at his choices, then set it back down, smacking it loudly against the table top in the process. Hopefully, it would have the effect that he was expecting, and would snap Ron out of his moment of despair.

"Just order so we can get this done with and I can leave."

The thief jumped; his company's method of grabbing his attention was successful. For a moment he stared at him with parted lips, looking pretty dumb about the whole thing as though he didn't understand what he was being told. Then he nodded forcefully. "O-Okay! I'll do that, right away!"

Which he did. He stared intently at the menu, its laminated pages bending under his grip. The waiter was a little astonished at his mood swings as well, blinking in confusion. Finally, Ron's head dropped to his shoulder; he looked up hopelessly at Giratina.

"I don't know what I would even want."

"He'll just have the pumpkin soup," Giratina said, quickly choosing the first item on the menu. "And I'll have the... rib t'rt'llni." The waiter looked confused for a while, until he realized that what Giratina was trying to say was "the rib tortellini," although he had slurred the last part nearly beyond recognition.

The waiter nodded, confirming their orders, took their menus, and left the two students alone once again.

That also confused Ron as much as it did the waiter. What was this guy's deal?????? He was a little strange, now that he thought about it. Coarse, impatient, and... then there was that. Maybe it would do him well to dismiss it for now.

"Umm... I-I guess pumpkin soup will be alright," he agreed, looking nervously at Giratina. "I've never had it before, but..."

Oh. Did he want some reassuring again. This was starting to get more than annoying. "The pumpkin soup's good. It's soup with... pumpkins." He didn't really know what most of the food at the restaurant was like, but he was hoping that Ron would accept anything he said, so that they could just speed through the rest of the date.

"Okay, you're probably right," Ron agreed, sitting up again and earning Giratina a smile from him. But now, he figured, they should probably talk about something...

...Something un-romantic, of course!

"U-Umm... if you don't mind me asking," the thief began, his vision tracing up his company's shoulders as though he was attempting to avoid eye contact. Of course, then his gaze drifted sheepishly back up to his eyes before he continued; "Why a-are your eyes colored like that? Of course, I think they look really cool! I hope I'm not offending you or anything, but I'm just curious si"

Giratina kept eye contact with Ron, most likely not helping with the intimidation. "Because I'm not a human like you," he said flatly, as he continued to stare right at Ron's eyes.

No, it was not helping, especially when someone's security was as easy a bubble to burst as Ron's. He shifted uncomfortably, but his eyes widened at the idea of the man in front of him not being a human...

"N-Not a human?" he perplexed, blinking. "Then... what would you call yourself?"

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guhhh this is so late sorry

it is ok uwu