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[bountyhead]

[ Red sauce on red hair. It's a look. How it drips onto the white of his suit and completely ruins it turns it into a fashion statement and let's just say Faye is so pleased with herself at the idea.

But it won't last long. She's perceptive to what Badou has in store for her when he goes for that spaghetti. ]

Hey, look, why don't we just stop right now and call it a truce, eh?

[ Does she sound nervous? You're imagining it. See how she smiles (nervously) and starts backing away so there's a wider amount of distance forming? It isn't that she whole-heartedly does not want any of that on her head -- or more so, knowing he has every reason to do it and she 100% deserves it. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[Badou does pause long enough to really consider it. Take it all in-- all that crap dripping into his eye and through his hair, sliding into the back of his shirt. His wet, marinara'd titties. Faye's. He doesn't lower the next plate, though]

I don't know...can I really trust you? You won't betray me? I dunno, you might betray me.

[bountyhead]

[ That may be his grave mistake.

It isn't obvious right away. She lowers her hands and places them behind her. Her shapely body shifts forward, inching closer, appearing to be genuinely sorry and that she's completely finished with this battle. White flag and what-have-you. ]

Me? Betray? I'm hurt, Badou.

[ Closer. She's hoping by the time that she's close enough to touch him he'll have lowered the plate. With one hand still behind her back, she draws the other out to press the point of her index finger to his chest. Gingerly, she starts trailing it down the front of his body, dragging whatever remnants of seafood and pasta have found home in the folds of his shirt. ]

What do you say we get out of here and wash this gunk off?

[ There's that kittenish smirk. Nothing suspicious about any of this at all. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[that's certainly distracting, the little line of heat of her fingertip through the fabric of his shirt, her demure little dozy gaze.....


he doesn't lower it, as much as he wants to. he offers his free hand]

Take my hand and I'll wash you from head to toe.

[voice soft, raspy; he's not falling for it, Faye]

[bountyhead]

[ This almost sounds like an excerpt from a romance novel -- if the story involved some sexy food fighting. But there was nothing sexy about this particular food fight. No lustful exchanges or heavy (messy) petting. Instead, Faye has stopped to take note of how Badou... isn't... lowering the plate in his hand.

And her face flattens.

She's choosing not to take his hand because while she may have kept him distracted with that delicate touch, her concealed hand was reaching for something off another table. It probably wasn't as subtle as it sounds so chances are he's already aiming to drench her while she, on the other hand, is hooking her finger into his pants and pulling them open. ]

I have another idea.

[ With a grin, she quickly brings whatever it was she grabbed and swings it around to then dump right inside his trousers. It sounds mushy and kind of reeks like vinegar. ]

... oops!

[brokeassgoing]

[badou shrieks into the heavens

it skyrockets into the ceiling, probably goes out into the atmosphere, the martians probably think it's those stupid humans again trying to send them static. when we come back to earth badou's still standing, frozen, with mushy stuff running down his junk. he's breathing hard, now, single eye bloodshot with rage before he sets down his own plate



and tackles Faye]

[bountyhead]

[ Now if that isn't the funniest reaction that Faye has ever witnessed/heard. His shriek honestly catches her by surprise at first, but soon enough she's doubled over in laughter, hardly noticing that he's putting his plate down and eyeballing her in a death glare.

But her sweet laughing fit is abruptly cut short when Badou comes barrelling at her, bringing them both to the ground with a hearty thud. Faye lets out a jolted grunt and immediately starts scrambling to fight him off, including rudely pushing at his face. ]

G-GET OFF!!

[brokeassgoing]

[he just holds her by the shoulders, face red and hair streaming while he breathes deeply, raggedly, and looks at her, just looks at her, past her hand against his face]

You're the best worst first date, y'know that?!

[he's pretty steamed, but the equally ragged and unhinged chuckle that bubbles out of him is pretty contrary]

!!!!!!!!!! i'm screaming

[bountyhead]

[ She glares up at him. He might have only one eye but it feels like a damn spotlight with the way he's looking at her. She's just about ready to shove him off because will you quit looking at me like that?! but then-- ]

Yeah? Well, so are you!

[ That's a defensive bite. It takes a hot minute for her anger to recede before it fully registers. How this entire date just ... escalated. The hilariously absurd state they're presently in -- covered in a number of different patron's food (including their own).

She's tickled; her shoulders quaking with a quiet laughter that soon amplifies into a loud cackle. ]

=u=!!

[brokeassgoing]

[the sound of her own laughter, the way it washes over him, has him letting his shoulders down just a tick from that irritated, wrathful even, jut. his mouth tips into another set of snickers and snorts]

Well thank you very friggin' much!

[they're about to be kicked out of the fanciest place he's probably ever been in, or ever will be in, but he can't stop cracking up]

[bountyhead]

[ The chuckles and cackles won't die from her lips either. It's like someone smoked the place with laughing gas. Not even the aggressive approach from both the manager and a few angered customers (whose dinner currently drips from their clothing) seems to put a dent in it.

Faye leans up about halfway up off the floor, bringing the proximity to exist as a small, tight gap between their faces. She's smiling, still very much amused, and tells him in a hushed voice: ]

On three, we book it.

[ Because by the sound of it, the police are being called, and do they really want to spend the night in a cell all drenched and crusted in Italian food? Don't think so. ]

One... two...

[ But she will teasingly lick a bit of the sauce from off his nose first. ]

... three!

[brokeassgoing]

[he has clam chowder in his drawers (no that is not a sexy metaphor) and he's covered in other gunk (also not one) but the spark in her eyes, the little flash of warmth from her tongue, engulfs all of that.

for all of 2 seconds after '3'. once it registers, he grabs her by the hand and takes off! the staff, the disgruntled customers, perhaps hadn't expected this. they'd expected shame (why...after watching this travesty for the past 10 minutes, would they), not--

this]

[bountyhead]

[ She can feel the slimy residue of pasta as it treks down the front of her body and it's disgusting and the running definitely doesn't help with that. But once they've stopped a fair distance away from the restaurant, Faye still seems to be laughing about everything. ]

Gren's going to be so pissed.

[ Which makes her laugh all the more, even when the whole digging spaghetti and shrimp out of her cleavage and the mushy feel of it between her fingers as she flings it at the ground is grossing her out. ]

[brokeassgoing]

He's not too bloodthirsty...but he might do something worse. You gotta watch out for those.

[this is disgusting he almost doesn't want to shower and let this crap go down the drain...it'll clog the entire thing! sick. but he still can't stop laughing, wheezing with just how ridiculous this entire thing is!]

[bountyhead]

[ Faye continues to join him in his laughter until it dies away with one, big sigh. Her amusement still lingers in her smile. ]

If this doesn't teach him a lesson then next time I say we do it even bigger.

[ See, she isn't so bad once you get her out of her shell (and start a ridiculous food fight with her). ... Did she say next time? You didn't catch that. ]

So-- [ Moving on. ] Is this where we say "until next time" and part ways, or do you think this date deserves to end with a goodnight kiss? [ There's a hint of teasing there but it's also genuine!! ]

[brokeassgoing]

He might really kill us next time.

[despite that, a grin splits his face. the thought of next time...even if its incredibly stupid as tonight was, even as weird-- it's a nice thought. his heart surges.

o-oh! a goodnight kiss. he's taken aback, grin sliding into something goofy.]

I think a ten outta ten date like this does deserve a goodnight kiss.

[he leans in a little, looks at her through his eyelashes. stoops, until he can see the flecks of her lipstick smeared around her mouth]

I dunno, though. What would you rate it?

BADOUUUUU ur 2 cute ;~;

[bountyhead]

[ The goofy grin suits him. Her smile ripens into something warm; affectionate. She can't even help herself at this point. ]

Ten out of ten, huh? I think I can agree with that.

[ Her skin will probably break out from all the food that's now drying into crust. She might never get the stains out of this dress and she should be mad about it but... it was worth it. Wasn't it?

There's a small break of hesitance when Badou leans in; embarrassment when she realizes how sheepish she's starting to feel. She focuses on the marinara droplets that peppered his face much like his freckles and then finds herself leaning in -- slowly. Carefully.

And then without another word, just like that, she kisses him. ]

NOOO FAYES CUTE I HAD TO DUCK AND HIDE MY FACE IM SMILING SO HARD

[brokeassgoing]

[the thing about kisses that are anticipated is-- they're coveted, as treasured as that surprise smooch, adrenaline soaring in his ears that .2 seconds before their lips meet. That goofy grin never leaves his face, even as he closes his eye, even as he wraps an arm around her waist.

this is all so disgusting and stupid but this....worth it. absolutely.]

they're both so cute i could die (and already have RIP ME)

[bountyhead]

[ Badou's lips are... surprisingly soft.

To be fair, she didn't know just what to expect but now they're kissing and he's cradling her and her eyes are closing and she's finding her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt -- clinging but only slightly.

She breathes out one long exhale through her nose; relaxed, pressing her lips against his just a touch more out of yearning. Yearning? Maybe.

Still, the kiss lives on, short as it may be; in the moment it felt much longer. And when they both break away and her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes, her face flush with a light pink hue, she'll stop to smile at him. Then, she licks her lips and-- ]

Mmm. Pesto.

aaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHH IM THE DEAD ONE !! ME!! oh my god

[brokeassgoing]

[even when they part, even when the sparkly, movie-esque moment upon unending moments does end, his eyelid is heavy as it cracks open and looks at her, looks into that blinding smile. his cheeks hurt from how big his smile is.

oh god she's so cute what the hell! his fingers smooth along the line of her spine.]

Finger licking good and all? [he chuckles, dizzy with it]

(/ω＼*)……… (/ω•＼*)

[bountyhead]

[ To think at the start of this whole evening she was sitting at the opposite end of how she's feeling now: ebullient with a touch of shyness. She never viewed Badou as anything more than a pest a friend but there's a shift in the air now.

His smile is absolutely infectious at this point. Faye can't stop from nearly grinning herself. And now there are goosebumps traveling up the back of her arms from the light touch to her back...

She playfully shoves him. ]

I don't know about finger-licking but... [ The combination of food dripping and drying on both their persons is probably not too appealing. However, the date-- ]... it was definitely good.

[brokeassgoing]

[he lets himself be shoved, weaving back a little until he closes the gap, their shadows making a nice little circle across the pavement, complete. of one idea.

freaking finally on the same page! you probably wouldn't wipe that smile off his face for anything, and hers just fuels it. another unending circle]

Yeah, it was really good.

[bountyhead]

[ Surprisingly good -- no, fun is a better word for it. ]

So...

[ Don't worry. Faye's having a little trouble containing her smile too. ]

I guess we better part ways before we start smelling like a restaurant's dumpster.

[ A nice, hot bath sounds so good right about now. ]

[brokeassgoing]

I think it's too late, the stench is upon us any moment now...but before we're glued together like mashed potatoes and peas. Or corn.

[who's the peas and who's the potats...we just don't know. and as reluctant as he is to end this night, it's for the best. no one wants to have a food complex from just this alone. he releases her, and sighs]

If I have to cut my hair after all this I'm gonna be pissed.

[but he says it without heat, even with that stupid smile]

[bountyhead]

[ Before he can move too far out of her reach, she clips some of his hair between two fingers; lets the strands slowly slip through them. ]

Hey, maybe now's the perfect opportunity for a change.

[ She winks, knowing that very sentiment is not what rests in his heart. Men and their attachment to their long hair. ]

I can't imagine you not looking great with short hair.

[ But she also can't imagine him with short hair so he better find the good stuff to get the gunk out. ]