The Morning After (being a kitten, that is…)
born-a-bloodsucker:
Once the waitress had left with the order, Matthew turned back towards Abigail. She looked bored. But he wasn’t all that experienced in the ways of entertaining people- anyone, for that matter, and was at a bit of a loss as to what to do until the food actually came. He glanced around the room, shifted awkwardly in his chair, then tried to break the heavy, awkward silence. “It’s, ah… Not all that busy tonight…”
Her eyes wandered the room as well, though she had no point of view as to whether or not the place was more or less busier than usual. “I suppose.” She looked back to her still twiddling thumbs, deciding to stare at their fascinating movements.
The Morning After (being a kitten, that is…)
born-a-bloodsucker:
missvanslyk:
born-a-bloodsucker:
missvanslyk:
“No, I’m just not used to ordering food…” She looked up from the menu, “Honestly, I’ll have whatever you order.” She was being honest. Might as well start simple, right?
“Oh, okay. I don’t really go out all that often either… It’s not the best feeling when you’re the only one by themselves in the place…” Matthew said, trying to grin as he pulled the menu back around. “We could try… Meatballs? Or mozzarella? How do those sound?”
“Ah… Alright. Meatballs sound good.” This did seem nicer than eating alone like she always had. Though, eating alone at home was probably nicer than going out alone. She always had Paradox to keep her company though…. Matthew didn’t have anyone, did he?
Matthew nodded. “That works.” Then the waitress, noticing that they looked like they had decided, walked over to their table. “We’re both going to go with the spaghetti and meatballs, please. The one with blood.” You had to clarify here, as their customers ranged through all matters of supernatural creatures, and they needed to know which one you were, as it wasn’t always apparent.
Curious to why there was a need to clarify, Abigail simply sat there and began twiddling her thumbs. This - this was a date, wasn’t it? She’d never been on one. Suddenly she was nervous. She was going to somehow screw this up, wasn’t she?
simplyprofessional replied to your post: Abby! Abby! *tugs at her pant leg*
*grins and topples forward into a hug*
*Awkwardly pats her back*
The Morning After (being a kitten, that is…)
born-a-bloodsucker:
missvanslyk:
“No, I’m just not used to ordering food…” She looked up from the menu, “Honestly, I’ll have whatever you order.” She was being honest. Might as well start simple, right?
“Oh, okay. I don’t really go out all that often either… It’s not the best feeling when you’re the only one by themselves in the place…” Matthew said, trying to grin as he pulled the menu back around. “We could try… Meatballs? Or mozzarella? How do those sound?”
“Ah… Alright. Meatballs sound good.” This did seem nicer than eating alone like she always had. Though, eating alone at home was probably nicer than going out alone. She always had Paradox to keep her company though…. Matthew didn’t have anyone, did he?
simplyprofessional asked: Abby! Abby! *tugs at her pant leg*
*Picks her up* Hey there.
The Morning After (being a kitten, that is…)
born-a-bloodsucker:
missvanslyk:
born-a-bloodsucker:
“Well, how does this one sound?” he asked, pointing to the plainest spaghetti on the menu. “It’s pretty simple, but really good. And they’ll add stuff to it if you want something special.” Matthew himself didn’t ever deviate from what was on it normally, but he hadn’t been to often and he wasn’t exactly the most adventurous when it came to the human foods he ate.
“I…” She looked over the one he pointed to. Plain spaghetti. It sounded bland; she usually was able to spice up her meals. She hadn’t the slightest clue how to make things edible to her now, though. “…..Alright.” Rubbing the back of her neck she gave him a small nod along with the answer.
Matthew noticed that she didn’t quite like the idea, so he pushed the menu towards her. “If you don’t want that, there’s other stuff. And you can put other stuff in it- It’s not like they don’t make sure to add enough blood. Pick what you want to get.”
“No, I’m just not used to ordering food…” She looked up from the menu, “Honestly, I’ll have whatever you order.” She was being honest. Might as well start simple, right?
The Morning After (being a kitten, that is…)
born-a-bloodsucker:
“Well, how does this one sound?” he asked, pointing to the plainest spaghetti on the menu. “It’s pretty simple, but really good. And they’ll add stuff to it if you want something special.” Matthew himself didn’t ever deviate from what was on it normally, but he hadn’t been to often and he wasn’t exactly the most adventurous when it came to the human foods he ate.
“I…” She looked over the one he pointed to. Plain spaghetti. It sounded bland; she usually was able to spice up her meals. She hadn’t the slightest clue how to make things edible to her now, though. “…..Alright.” Rubbing the back of her neck she gave him a small nod along with the answer.
The Morning After (being a kitten, that is…)
born-a-bloodsucker:
missvanslyk:
born-a-bloodsucker:
He nodded and told the woman seating people, who nodded and directed them to a small table in the corner and handed them small, looseleaf menus. “Heh, high-end, isn’t it?” Matthew said, picking up the flimsy thing.
Sitting at the table she held the menu with caution, choosing not to say anything. She didn’t want to seem rude. “What would your suggestions be on the meal?” She’d never eaten like this, obviously, so she had no clue as to what she should choose.
“Well, I haven’t explored their options much, but the spaghetti and meat balls is pretty good. They put lots of blood in it, too.” Matthew said, scanning the paper until he found the section he was looking for and held it out to Abigail. “See? And you can get a good variety.”
She scanned the paper presented to her, unsure what she should go with. She’d only gone out for food twice since she was eighteen, instead opting for homecooking. It was healthier and cheaper. “Perhaps you should just order for both of us.”
The Morning After (being a kitten, that is…)
born-a-bloodsucker:
missvanslyk:
born-a-bloodsucker:
The door opened and Matthew hurried down the few, steep steps, offering his hand to Abigail in case she needed it. “They go to great lengths here to give their patrons a meal.” The place they had entered was small, but now claustrophobic-ally so, and was decently lit. It was also easy enough to maneuver around the tables even though they had quite a few. “Do you want to sit at a table or at the bar?”
She took his hand and hopped down the steps, seeing it easier than chancing her spurred boots on them. “I see.” She looked over the place. “…Table.” She hated bars. They were usually filthy… And the had public peanuts. Many people don’t wash their hands after the bathroom at a bar.
He nodded and told the woman seating people, who nodded and directed them to a small table in the corner and handed them small, looseleaf menus. “Heh, high-end, isn’t it?” Matthew said, picking up the flimsy thing.
Sitting at the table she held the menu with caution, choosing not to say anything. She didn’t want to seem rude. “What would your suggestions be on the meal?” She’d never eaten like this, obviously, so she had no clue as to what she should choose.
The Morning After (being a kitten, that is…)
born-a-bloodsucker:
The door opened and Matthew hurried down the few, steep steps, offering his hand to Abigail in case she needed it. “They go to great lengths here to give their patrons a meal.” The place they had entered was small, but now claustrophobic-ally so, and was decently lit. It was also easy enough to maneuver around the tables even though they had quite a few. “Do you want to sit at a table or at the bar?”
She took his hand and hopped down the steps, seeing it easier than chancing her spurred boots on them. “I see.” She looked over the place. “…Table.” She hated bars. They were usually filthy… And the had public peanuts. Many people don’t wash their hands after the bathroom at a bar.
