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First Date
Characters: Stiles and Rapunzel | Closed
Date: October 1
Location: Wood, and then Earth Sector
Situation: Stiles has asked Rapunzel out on something resembling a date. Asti and the rest of Keelai is about to keel over from shock.
Warnings/Rating: Probably none. Rapunzel's a Disney princess, after all. I think there are laws against that kind of thing.
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Stiles knocks on the door to Rapunzel's suite for the second time in as many weeks. Only this time, he's there to ostensibly take her out to dinner. This is honestly the first time he's asked a girl out for dinner and had her say "YES" so it's a huge, world-shaking deal for him.
He's wearing his jeans, and a Keelai-style shirt in green, with a Mandarin collar. It doesn't suit him, but it's better than the same plaid shirt he's been wearing since he got here, right?
Oh god, please let this go well...
Date: October 1
Location: Wood, and then Earth Sector
Situation: Stiles has asked Rapunzel out on something resembling a date. Asti and the rest of Keelai is about to keel over from shock.
Warnings/Rating: Probably none. Rapunzel's a Disney princess, after all. I think there are laws against that kind of thing.
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Stiles knocks on the door to Rapunzel's suite for the second time in as many weeks. Only this time, he's there to ostensibly take her out to dinner. This is honestly the first time he's asked a girl out for dinner and had her say "YES" so it's a huge, world-shaking deal for him.
He's wearing his jeans, and a Keelai-style shirt in green, with a Mandarin collar. It doesn't suit him, but it's better than the same plaid shirt he's been wearing since he got here, right?
Oh god, please let this go well...
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He winked at her again, because he did feel the need to at least reassure her. Not that she was probably thinking it, she was so innocent and naive about certain things.
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"I didn't think it was," she told him. "I've heard a few cheesy lines before. Yours wasn't cheesy at all." She smiles, teasingly.
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He grinned back, just as their food finally arrived. Two large plates heaped high with noodles, vegetables, everything. It wasn't exactly the Americanized Pad Thai he was used to back in Beacon Hills. But it was still really delicious.
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"I think you're better off without any lines."
Rapunzel's eyes widened as she marveled at the plate set before her. It was unlike any food she had ever seen but it looked and smelled amazing. She could hardly wait to dig in and taste it.
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"You know what? You're right. From now on, I'm just gonna stick to my natural charm."
Snickering, he dug into his dinner. Ah, perfection as always. A little "MMM!" sound escaped him, around his full mouth. He really did enjoy this place.
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Or a fork.
"Oh, um...how do these work, exactly?"
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"Here, I'll show you."
He put his hand over hers, handing her the chopsticks and positioning them correctly between her thumb and fingers.
"Okay. So imagine they're scissors. You wanna grip the food between them like this...not too hard! That'll just make your grip slip."
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"Oh!" Her face lit up. "Mmm! This is so good!"
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He let her hand go, but he was watching her with stars in his eyes. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe all he really needed was a chance to get away from Lydia Martin to see what else was out there for him. Because Rapunzel? Was fun, smart, willing to learn, willing to try new things. And she didn't think he was a freak of nature. She apparently liked being around him!
Go figure.
"I'm glad you like it."
There was a small, soft smile on his face, as he sat back. But he didn't move his chair around just yet, either.
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She smiled before attempting another grab with her chopsticks. She did better this time, grabbing some of the vegetables along with the noodles. Once she got a basic handle on the motion she dove into the dish, loving each bite more than the last.
"I've never had anything like it!"
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Then he finally moved back to his side of the table, still grinning like a total dork.
"Cool. Would you want to eat here again?"
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She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice. "Do you think it would be possible to thank the cook. It seems a little rude not to, especially when it tastes so good."
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He starts working on his food once again, and nods at her last question.
"Yeahf," he says before swallowing. "I'm sure he'd love it. It's a husband-wife team. At least, I think they're married? It's kinda hard to tell with Kedan sometimes."
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"Do you know many of them?"
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He feels a little guilty about it, honestly. These are people they're living with, or at least sharing a turtle with.
"It's hard, sometimes. I mean, they're not exactly thrilled we're here, most of 'em. These two, they're polite to me, they feed me, I've never had a single problem. But...you know how you can tell when somebody's forcing a smile? Or that somebody isn't quite sincere? It's kinda like that."
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"I think I can picture it. Still, I think thanking them would be a good thing to do."
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As we've established, please let's never have Stiles meet Gothel. It would end very badly for the poor kid, and then the werewolves would have to get involved, and people might end up buried under spirals of wolfsbane and we're just not going there.
"Here, do you want anything to drink? They make a very nice green tea."
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So. Damn. Cute. Stop being so cute Rapunzel.
He slipped out of his seat, and went to fetch two cups of steaming hot tea from the earthen kettle near the cooking area. Apparently it was free along with the meal. And when he returned, he slid the little cup across to her. It had no handle, and was a deep, rich red clay, obviously spun on a wheel.
"Sip slowly, it's hot."
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When he set the cup in front of her she first admired the craftsmanship of it. Having made a few cups of her own, it was nice to see one made by someone else. She then leaned over the cup, tucking any loose hair behind her ears. She looked at the steaming liquid and breathed in the scent. It was unlike anyone she'd smelled before, but was soothing just the same.
Slowly she lifted the cup in her hands and took a sip. She sighed contently as the single sip began to warm her.
"It's lovely."
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"Best food on the turtle, I'm telling ya. At least until somebody opens a pizza place."
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"Pizza is a kind of food?"
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A resolution formed in his mind; figure out how to bake a pizza for her. Somehow. There's got to be something about how it's done somewhere in Keelai.
"Okay basically? Big circle of dough. Tomato sauce. Cheese. Various meat toppings, vegetables on occasion, never fruit. Fruit on a pizza is an abomination. Bake it in an oven till the dough is cooked and the cheese melts. Slice it into wedges. Love life."
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"That sounds good!" She paused. "But no one here makes it...?"
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He shrugged a bit, and made a little face.
"Hell, I can't find anybody to make me my plaid shirts that I like. Mandarin collars aren't my thing, I feel like they're only worn by guys who have 'majordomo' on their business cards."
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