[closed] and there's nothing I can do / i just gravitate towards you

[deathfindsaway]

Who: Taako (ohshitsweetflips) and Kravitz (deathfindsaway)
What: A date! Like a proper one. Assuming either of these idiots can be proper.
When: Sometime after fire dragon at the end of September.
Where: The Denny!
Warnings: I'd like to say there won't be arson here but that's a lot of faith to put in these two.

Alright, so, this is nice.

Rather, it has the potential to be nice. It's nothing like the sort of shops and locations they had available back on Faerun, but there's exactly One Place that qualifies as a restaurant on this island and sometimes you gotta go out and do something nice, or at least as nice as you can manage. It's a constant state of Hot on Enso, but Kravitz has made the effort to put on his original jacket and find a nice clean top and slacks for the occasion. It's not like someone is going to be taking their order, so they're going to have to bring their own food, technically, but--

Look, they're trying. Let them have points for trying.

The point of all of this is Kravitz has managed to convince whoever's behind the bar to give him a bottle of blackberry liqueur, and is heading back over to the table he's dressed up with at least a tablecloth and some shiny rocks around a candle. This is going to be nice, god help him. The time they agreed to meet is soon, so he's anticipating Taako will either turn up right now, or be around in about 20. Regardless, he's all set up and ready to go.

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[ohshitsweetflips]

It turns out that Taako is surprisingly on time-ish, not that timekeeping is even really that big an island priority and actually they're about neck and neck for being fashionably late to dates and you know what, Taako isn't feeling any pressure at all actually, because that would be stupid. They literally live together. He's not even sure this qualifies as a restaurant so much as a weird indoor picnic. No one even has to negotiate for their lives this time or anything. It's not even a thing.

It's just important, is all. Not everything is life-or-death Survival check bullshit, and he can prove it. They can do 'nice.' Taako can banish every scrap of beachy accoutrement from his person and look like an elf who belongs indoors, possibly even on above-ground furniture, and Kravitz can put rocks on a table, and together they can lowkey flip gods, islands, dragons, and fate in general an admirable joint-effort bird.

Taako pauses just the perfect amount of time between the door and the table, because entrances are crucial and this updo's hours are numbered by humidity. The blackberry liqueur is noted with even more approval than the rocks as he takes a seat, with a rare and open smile.

“We are crushing this date.”

[deathfindsaway]

It's impossible for him not to smile at Taako's entrance, the grin melting warmly across his face like butter off a roll. There shouldn't be anything so glowing about this- they live together, they sleep in the same bed, Kravitz has the opportunity to give him tender little kisses whenever he wants. And yet, this feels so special. So nice. Who gives a shit that it's rocks on the table and a building made of rough trees. They're having a goddamn date, and this place can fuck itself.

Kravitz puts the bottle down on the table and circles around the front to meet Taako as he approaches, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

"I daresay we are. This place may try as hard as it can to make us live like savages, but they will have to try harder to not allow us some creature comforts." He gestures for Taako to sit, reaching back for the bottle to open it up. "You look lovely, by the way. I mean, you always look lovely, but, uhm-- particularly lovely today. I appreciate it."