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driftfleet2015-07-14 06:55 pm
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JULY PLANET MINGLE
Who: YOU. ME. EVERYONE.
Broadcast: IF YOU WANT
Action: YEAH!!!!!
When: July!
[Congratulations to the crews that did not get themselves blown up! Welcome to the Blue Planet, a planet full of charming islands and even less charming weather patterns! Are you going to take the time to enjoy the beach? Help out with the local Nunnilis population? Get caught in a storm with another person and have a rating boosting sexual tension moment? The world's your oyster!]
[Yeah in other words: ITS A MINGLE GET IN HERE]
[July Planet Info!]
Broadcast: IF YOU WANT
Action: YEAH!!!!!
When: July!
[Congratulations to the crews that did not get themselves blown up! Welcome to the Blue Planet, a planet full of charming islands and even less charming weather patterns! Are you going to take the time to enjoy the beach? Help out with the local Nunnilis population? Get caught in a storm with another person and have a rating boosting sexual tension moment? The world's your oyster!]
[Yeah in other words: ITS A MINGLE GET IN HERE]
[July Planet Info!]
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Now I have two drinks. Get your own.
[Which he will . . . end up paying for, because he promised, even if Joseph wasn't paying attention when he promised.]
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Just don't drink so much I have to carry your drunk ass out of here, alright? I will just leave you here and make you the staff's problem.
[He's lying, but he says it's like it's the truth if only because he's annoyed he's lost his drink before he even got a sip. And now he's having to look around until he spots the waitress and can get her attention again. This time he's very particular that his drink be put on his side of the table out of Caesar's reach before he goes back to eating.]
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[He knows better than to watch for too long, though, and so he turns back to Joseph and his food and begins applying himself to the task of eating.]
You steal good food, [he allows, and then reaches across the table with his fork to snag a noodle, more or less because he can and because it'll piss Joseph off.]
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He's probably just a little pressed they actually work whereas Joseph's tactics tend to be more of a slow burn sort of thing.][When he spots the fork getting into his plate, he doesn't let Caesar get away, grabbing him by the wrist.]
I didn't steal it. [He bites the bite clean off Caesar's fork before letting his wrist go.] I just made an exchange. I'll still pay for it.
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I don't think it counts as an exchange. You left some poor unsuspecting customer with that bug.
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Then it'll be funny when they get back to their table. It'll be them instead of us.
[Rather than shovel the pasta into his mouth though--since Caesar is sulking that damn much (which wow that is a) supposed to be Joseph's schtick into getting what he wants and b) weird as hell to see Caesar doing)--Joseph holds it out across the table, waving it a little. If Caesar goes for it, he might be a little bit of a shit and move it away a couple of times, but he'll let Caesar have the bigger bite than he was trying to steal.]
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[But a little bit funny - enough so that he smiles without meaning to.]
[He blinks again at the fork hanging over the table. Why isn't Joseph eating that? Why is he just waggling it around like - oh. Caesar looks from the fork to Joseph to the fork again, suspecting a trap. Eventually he does go for it, though, only to be totally foiled when Joseph moves the fork away. Heat rises in his cheeks, and ordinarily this is when he'd back off and start giving Joseph the silent treatment, but this time he stubbornly persists until the fork stills.]
[At which point, not only does Caesar take the bite, but he wrenches the fork out of Joseph's grip with his teeth triumphantly. Leaning back across the table, he tips his chin up and pulls the fork out of his mouth, pointing it at Joseph in a silent taunt as he chews and swallows and trying very hard to ignore the fact that he's still a little red in the face.]
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[He asks that, trying to pretend like he isn't even a little bit irritated, but he is a little irritated. That's going to make eating a lot more difficult. At least Caesar's food could be finger food if he was a little less of a priss. But since he's committed to pretending not to care about it, he's just going to start picking up noodles with his fingers and eating that way.]
[Fuck you, Caesar. You didn't win!]
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It was supposed to. But it just made you disgusting.
[He thinks about this for a moment, then amends it.]
More disgusting.
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I'm not disgusting. How am I disgusting? I'm being resourceful here. [He points to Caesar.] You're the one driving me to desperate measures like this.
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[He would probably even give it back! Maybe.]
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I just figured you wouldn't give it back. [He shrugs, trying to appear as casual as can be while he resumes eating. That's his story and he's sticking to it.] Besides, I clearly don't need it.
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[Caesar sighs, exasperated, and leans forward to twine another few noodles around the fork, his own plate more or less forgotten by this point. He holds it out to Joseph, one eyebrow cocked expectantly.]
You need it. Use the damn fork.
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[So Joseph happily takes the bite and reclaims his fork with a wide, cheeky grin.]
If you say so, Caesarino.
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That's better, [he says quietly after a moment.] You're going to get us kicked out if you're not careful.
[And suddenly he decides he wouldn't mind if they did get kicked out. Suddenly he very much does want to go with Joseph after this, wherever he's going, even if it's a terrible idea.]
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That waitress likes you too much to kick us out. And don't even bother denying it. The corner of her eyes, [he says, tapping the corner of one of his with a finger,] crinkle whenever she looks at you, which means her smile gets a little bigger. She also doesn't look you in the eye. She's looking at your nose. Plus even when she's talking to me, her body's turned just a little more in your direction than mine.
[Joseph may have missed Caesar considering the waitress, but the waitress has been near the table enough times that he hasn't missed her body language even a little. He takes another bite of food, although this time pointedly slurping it, and talks around it like the classy man he is.]
I'm surprised you haven't been taking advantage of it.
[WHICH IS NOT AN INVITATION TO START. HE'D LIKE TO BE ABLE TO FINISH HIS MEAL WITHOUT BARFING, THANK YOU.]
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[He considers his plate for a moment, toying with a piece of fried fish, and then looks up at Joseph with an unreadable expression.]
I didn't realize you were paying such close attention.
[He very pointedly says nothing about taking advantage, because. Well. He still might, and it's not really Joseph's business either way.]
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[Except for when he's not. So, the part about "always" is certainly an exaggeration. But there are things that he can't help but notice about people around him. Especially when he sees it over and over again. And he's paying just enough attention to Caesar right now to notice he's avoiding talking about taking advantage. It's a mixed blessing. On the one hand, Joseph doesn't really particularly want to hear about it any more than he wants to watch it unfold. But he also finds it a little weird Caesar isn't jumping at the chance to brag about how he's taking his time or whatever bullshit he wants to spout that Joseph will instantly begin tuning out. He doesn't know what to make of it. Especially since, he's also noticing Caesar playing with his food more than he's eating it.]
Eat, Caesar. I worked hard to get you that food and I'm not letting you let it go to waste. If you don't clear your plate, you don't get dessert.
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[When he smiles now, the corners of his eyes crinkle, just a little bit. He's sitting straight in his chair, his body turned entirely towards Joseph. And he's not looking Joseph in the eye, his gaze traveling instead from his nose to his chin to his mouth, where it snags for a brief, painful second before he looks down at his plate again.]
[He eats, because he's told to eat, and because that's what they came here for, isn't it, the food, not the company. Although the company is pretty good, too.]
What's for dessert, Jojo? [This careless, lazy, as he sinks back into the summery feeling of being a little drunk and feeling too much and not knowing what to do with any of it. There's so much chaos in his head, and it's only natural to slide into that tone that comes easiest to him, somewhere between arrogance and flirtation.]
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I'm not telling you, [he says with a shake of his head,] but I promise it's nothing like your first entree. You'll actually eat it.
[And maybe he also picked it out as a way of apologizing for picking something so nasty in advance, regardless of whether or not Caesar was able to stomach it or not.]
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[He looks mock-surprised, chewing a fry contemplatively.]
I'm shocked. I thought you were going with a theme.
[The theme being disgusting bug dishes, since those are this planet's specialty, apparently.]
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Hey c'mon, I'm not that big of an asshole. Dessert's the best part of any meal anyway. Why would I risk screwing that up?
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Of course you wouldn't. The cap on a good day is important.
[Which he actually means. Apparently at some point he decided that today counts as good as well as bizarre and confusing.]
So why won't you tell me what it is?
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You do know what a surprise is, don't you? I tell you now, I miss out on the stupid look on your face.
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[This with a smile, small and teasing. This is a good game, and Caesar likes playing it, even if sometimes he ruins it by accident because play isn't his area of expertise. No matter how clumsily he missteps, they always seem able to come back to equilibrium.]
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