"That would explain why I don't see any food, I suppose…" Scipio glanced up at Pravus for a moment. Dammit. I can practically see his face through his menu. He's mocking me… He flipped the page so he could actually see food instead of drinks he couldn't even legally have.
"Aww, you're nervous. That's really cute, you know." He's so fucking hot. Curses, why do I feel things with him that a man of my stature has no right to feel? I just- "You're, uh, cute." he stared with an incredibly inappropriate look for a public space.
A faint pink tint rose to Scipio's pale cheeks, and he cleared his throat quietly. I don't have time for this… feelings… "Uh, thanks?" Yeah that was probably wrong.
Perfect result. Maybe this time, he'd find love! Pravus kept his features steady but inside, he positively lit up. "You're welcome, I suppose. But I should be thanking you for entertaining my company, of course." he said cockily.
He said thank you… uh… "You're welcome." Scipio said simply, setting down his menu. He noticed a small spider crawling across the table and watched it curiously.
"So, have you placed your order yet?" Pravus asked sweetly. (God these two idiots pretending they're so smart and mature when actually they're hopeless gays in actuality.)
(Scipio is trying really hard to understand social cues XD)
"Er, no… aren't we supposed to wait for a waitress or something?" Scipio glanced around.
"Only when you call your server to your table. Just ring the bell when you're ready." Pravus explained calmly
"Oh, alright…" Scipio rang the bell and a server came over. He ordered the roast duck and looked over to Pravus, waiting for him to order.
"I'll have the gnocchi and a bottle of pinot grigio, please." Pravus said as he flipped through the drinks.
Scipio recognized the wine, as it was popularly done in an Italian way. He'd never actually had alcohol though, since it was expensive and he never really had any desire to drink it.
(Bump)
(Bump part two, electric boogaloo)
"Of course, sirs, have a good evening." the server said, and walked off. "So… what's your job? You never said, and it's good to get to know each other, you know."
"I work here and there… most often at a book store. I love reading, so I figured it would be a decent enough place to spend my time." Scipio glanced at the bottle of wine. "We've got a black cat in there that just lays in a chair all day. The kids love him."
(Bump)
( @Sparky_Cannot_Friggin_Username ?)
(wheeze )
(I'M SORRY!!!)
"I work here and there… most often at a book store. I love reading, so I figured it would be a decent enough place to spend my time." Scipio glanced at the bottle of wine. "We've got a black cat in there that just lays in a chair all day. The kids love him."
"That sounds lovely. I'm the project manager of a major technological engineering company, the Tryst Foundation. The mission of Tryst is to make a better, cleaner, and more advanced world. We're focusing on crime in major cities for the moment," he said. It was true, up to a point… but what mattered was not setting off any red flags. Sure, he worked for Tryst, but not in the way you'd fully expect from a disabled man.
"Any particular type of crime? A… a specialty, I suppose." Scipio eyed the wine again, but soon regained his eye contact with Pravus.
"Neighborhood crime and domestic abuse." and other areas that he wouldn't mention for the sake of upsetting his date. The other man was clearly delicate and shouldn't have to worry about such things and also maybe Pravus was overthinking this but he really wanted to kiss Scipio and-
He shut his brain up and smiled. Totally normal, you're normal, okay? All normal.
(Tfw Scipio is the cause of a lot of the crime lol )
Scipio nodded, taking a sip of his water. "I've always been intrigued by people who fight crime… how exactly do you do it?" Get some information… find weak spots so you can destroy the heroes…
"Well, how we do it? By giving as much as we can to the community! Families have always been an interest of mine, I've always wanted to have a partner and start a life with them, but as you can see… my situation leaves little room for not judging a book by it's cover." Pravus shrugged. God, his lips look so hot when he licks them in that little, cute, dignified, arous-nope! I'm not going there! But he's still hot and…. wait, I've been staring too long, haven't I? It's weird now? Yeah, it's weird now. Why am I like this? God, he must hate me and- Pravus mentally berated himself, all the while blushing.
"You alright? You seem flushed." Scipio was quiet for a moment. "No, it's not hot in here…" This was something he'd clearly not researched enough, since he was still confused. Ah, well. He couldn't possibly be able to pick up on every social cue.