[ looking around at the other patrons, yang gets a sense that she may be a tad underdressed for this place. oh well. mitsuru thinks she looks good and that's all that matters. ]
Did my best, [ she answers with a wink, and releases her hand with no small amount of reluctance. ] No reason to keep standing up on my account, though!
[ with that, she makes a quick move to pull out mitsuru's chair for her. taiyang xiao long may have raised two feral children who kept raccoons as pets, but he didn't raise an uncouth boor who doesn't pull out a seat for a lady. especially not while you're on a date with said lady.
....oh gods this was a for real date oh gods oh fuck ]
[ The gesture brings a flush of red to Mitsuru's cheeks, as she too is reminded that this is, in fact, a date.
[ Still, she doesn't keep Yang waiting. She settles into her seat and looks up to Yang with a small smile - one that she hopes is simply appreciative and doesn't betray the flutter of nerves that she's feeling. ]
[ the blush on mitsuru's cheeks and (unfairly pretty) smile kicks off a Gay Feedback Loop, yang's own cheeks darkening to a bright shade of pink. ] You're--uh. You're welcome.
[ smooth. batting a thousand. she takes the other open seat at table, rubbing the back of her neck and avoiding her date's gaze. all she needs is a second to recuperate. then she can go back to be extremely charming and super cool and not embarrassing at all. it's a small mercy the waiter had left menus for them to peruse at their leisure. yang pulls one toward her and studies it for a long moment.
two long moments.
three. ]
...okay, [ she says while looking at mitsuru, lips quirked up in a self-depreciating smile. ] Total honesty, I'm not sure what most of these words mean. Or how to even pronounce them. You have any favorites you'd recommend?
[ The momentary pause doesn't bother Mitsuru in the slightest. It gives her an opportunity to find her own footing as she peruses her own menu. She's been here before and has some idea of what she wants of course, but--
[ Oh.
[ Flustered as she was in making the arrangements, Mitsuru hadn't considered that the menu might be foreign to Yang. It was an embarassing oversight, and Mitsuru feels herself blush a little for the third time this evening. ]
My apologies ... [ She says, offering a self-deprecating smile of her own. ] I should have asked for your preferences before making the reservation.
[ insecurity? from her date? because she thinks she was in the wrong? nope, yang won't stand for it. she leans in toward mitsuru, tone and expression sincere. ]
Hey, no need to apologize. I'm always game to try anything and even if preferences did matter, [ she ducks her head in embarrassment, ] I was way too excited about meeting you to think that far ahead.
Besides, trying new things on a date is half the fun, right? [ maybe saying what this actually is out loud will help ease the tension. brothers know if the pressure gets any higher, they both might crack. ]
[ Mitsuru is blushing again. She can feel the warmth in her cheeks, and knowing that Yang could more than likely see how flustered she is does nothing to help her recover her composure.
[ Nor does Yang's genuine concern, sweet smile, and endearingly sincere admission ...
[ Mitsuru's eyes fall away from the woman in front of her and down towards the table, hoping that giving herself a moment to breathe might allow her to find her voice again, but it doesn't happen.
[ She's ... she isn't in a situation that she understands how to navigate. She hasn't done this before, and despite the fact that she hadn't been looking for a romantic rendezvous, she finds herself increasingly worried about ruining the evening.
[ She ... enjoys speaking to Yang. She'd like to get to know her better, and doesn't wish to make things awkward between them due to her own nervousness and inexperience.
[ Perhaps it was best to just admit that? ]
Though I can't say that with any degree of certainty. I ... haven't been on many dates before.
[ yang fiddles with the hem of her shirt while mitsuru mulls over her question. the blushing is a good sign, yeah? and the fact that she wasn't laughed out of the restaurant as soon as she showed up underdressed and overconfident is also good, right? ugh, yang hasn't felt this nervous about anything...well. ever.
it's just that this feels. special. even if this turns into nothing more than friendship, she doesn't want to screw this up.
when mitsuru admits she isn't exactly familiar with dating herself, yang lets out a quiet sigh of relief. maybe now it'll be easier to talk to each other. ]
Honestly? Neither have I. Everything at home's really, [ a pause as she tries to come up with a suitable word that encapsulates the fall of beacon and its fallout that won't completely derail the conversation, ] complicated.
Turns out that saving the world doesn't leave a lot of time for dating. [ yang gets the sense that she knows plenty about that, unfortunately. ]
[ Mitsuru knows all too well, judging by the knowing, slightly morose chuckle that punctuates the sentence.
[ Still, Yang's plan seems to be working. The admission and the commiseration have drained a bit of the tension from Mitsuru's shoulders. She's still nervous, of course, but knowing that they're both unfamiliar with the expected ettiquette of a date removes some of the weight of expectation. ]
I must admit, I'm surprised. With how confidently you spoke during our online interactions, I wouldn't have guessed that you share my inexperience.
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Did my best, [ she answers with a wink, and releases her hand with no small amount of reluctance. ] No reason to keep standing up on my account, though!
[ with that, she makes a quick move to pull out mitsuru's chair for her. taiyang xiao long may have raised two feral children who kept raccoons as pets, but he didn't raise an uncouth boor who doesn't pull out a seat for a lady. especially not while you're on a date with said lady.
....oh gods this was a for real date oh gods oh fuck ]
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[ Still, she doesn't keep Yang waiting. She settles into her seat and looks up to Yang with a small smile - one that she hopes is simply appreciative and doesn't betray the flutter of nerves that she's feeling. ]
Th-thank you.
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[ smooth. batting a thousand. she takes the other open seat at table, rubbing the back of her neck and avoiding her date's gaze. all she needs is a second to recuperate. then she can go back to be extremely charming and super cool and not embarrassing at all. it's a small mercy the waiter had left menus for them to peruse at their leisure. yang pulls one toward her and studies it for a long moment.
two long moments.
three. ]
...okay, [ she says while looking at mitsuru, lips quirked up in a self-depreciating smile. ] Total honesty, I'm not sure what most of these words mean. Or how to even pronounce them. You have any favorites you'd recommend?
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[ Oh.
[ Flustered as she was in making the arrangements, Mitsuru hadn't considered that the menu might be foreign to Yang. It was an embarassing oversight, and Mitsuru feels herself blush a little for the third time this evening. ]
My apologies ... [ She says, offering a self-deprecating smile of her own. ] I should have asked for your preferences before making the reservation.
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Hey, no need to apologize. I'm always game to try anything and even if preferences did matter, [ she ducks her head in embarrassment, ] I was way too excited about meeting you to think that far ahead.
Besides, trying new things on a date is half the fun, right? [ maybe saying what this actually is out loud will help ease the tension. brothers know if the pressure gets any higher, they both might crack. ]
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[ Mitsuru is blushing again. She can feel the warmth in her cheeks, and knowing that Yang could more than likely see how flustered she is does nothing to help her recover her composure.
[ Nor does Yang's genuine concern, sweet smile, and endearingly sincere admission ...
[ Mitsuru's eyes fall away from the woman in front of her and down towards the table, hoping that giving herself a moment to breathe might allow her to find her voice again, but it doesn't happen.
[ She's ... she isn't in a situation that she understands how to navigate. She hasn't done this before, and despite the fact that she hadn't been looking for a romantic rendezvous, she finds herself increasingly worried about ruining the evening.
[ She ... enjoys speaking to Yang. She'd like to get to know her better, and doesn't wish to make things awkward between them due to her own nervousness and inexperience.
[ Perhaps it was best to just admit that? ]
Though I can't say that with any degree of certainty. I ... haven't been on many dates before.
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it's just that this feels. special. even if this turns into nothing more than friendship, she doesn't want to screw this up.
when mitsuru admits she isn't exactly familiar with dating herself, yang lets out a quiet sigh of relief. maybe now it'll be easier to talk to each other. ]
Honestly? Neither have I. Everything at home's really, [ a pause as she tries to come up with a suitable word that encapsulates the fall of beacon and its fallout that won't completely derail the conversation, ] complicated.
Turns out that saving the world doesn't leave a lot of time for dating. [ yang gets the sense that she knows plenty about that, unfortunately. ]
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[ Mitsuru knows all too well, judging by the knowing, slightly morose chuckle that punctuates the sentence.
[ Still, Yang's plan seems to be working. The admission and the commiseration have drained a bit of the tension from Mitsuru's shoulders. She's still nervous, of course, but knowing that they're both unfamiliar with the expected ettiquette of a date removes some of the weight of expectation. ]
I must admit, I'm surprised. With how confidently you spoke during our online interactions, I wouldn't have guessed that you share my inexperience.