mutually assured destruction

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[sanguinary]

[HELP HE REALLY IS.]

I would prefer it. [It's fine because Buzen likes driving and Matsui is fairly certain he wouldn't...

BUT IN THEY GO. He'll peer around the place as they enter, finding it very quaint, and then move toward the counter where the food presumably appears at the hands of the shadowy waitstaff.]

Do you want to sit near the window, or outside?

[The sun...]

[hasteful]

Let's do by a window. I'll take the seat in the sunnier spot.

[so that way they can both get what they want? matsui not in the direct sunlight but it's bright enough that buzen has nothing to complain about. he'll just press a kiss to matsui's hair and wait for him to order but also,]

Can I get something with meat too? It can be a little rare if you want.

[so it's... bloodier..... help]

[sanguinary]

[HELP. MATSUI WOULD BE THE PERSON OUT THERE EATING SUPER RARE MEAT. me]

Of course. Have whatever you'd like; we're not just here so I can eat.

[His... beet soup. His unfortunate beet soup, which he will order along with a cappuccino or something because his blood is so sluggish all the time that caffeine probably does nothing to him, but he likes the bitter taste.]

[hasteful]

And a milkshake.

[in comparison, buzen wants something sweet so bad. imagine having a milkshake and then a heavy meat meal buzen is so stupid. but also while they wait to get their order from the shadow people, buzen will just litter kisses against matsui's cheek

mwah mwah mwah

truly absurd date pda behavior]

[sanguinary]

[It's fine, even the shadow people can't see them, THEY'RE FREE... All of the benefits of being ghosts while still having human bodies and not actually being Dead dead.

He's just soaking up all of this attention unfortunately, leaning into Buzen's side and being very, very reluctant to party even long enough to PICK UP THEIR FUCKIN FOOD ONCE THE ORDER IS ON THE COUNTER... But he will...

And then go relocate to a table that's half in the shade so he can sit there, even if he immediately misses clinging to Buzen. Fucking help.]

[hasteful]

[fucking help!! regardless buzen will help to bring their food over to the table, and even when they go to sit down, he'll let his ankles hook around the back of one of matsui's legs automatically. he will play footsie to keep in constant touch and affection with his beloved matsu.]

Let's dig in? I want to see how red the soup is!

[more like... he wants to watch matsui's expression when he sees how red the soup is...]

[sanguinary]

[NOT LIKE THISSS. Matsui is happy to keep in contact with Buzen unfortunately, even if it's playing footsie under the cafe table. HE'S SO FUCKING CLINGY AND BUZEN IS TOO INDULGENT.

Anyway time to unveil the super fucking red beet soup. The type at this cafe is the extremely dark kind, which is a descriptor that makes no real difference because Matsui would also be equally bizarre about the bright kind.]

Oh...! Buzen, look! Isn't this such a lovely color? Like blood from the liver...

[HELP. HE'S SMILING BUT IT'S HIS TERRIBLE WEIRD S BLOOD SMILE.]

[hasteful]

[sips milkshake (it's strawberry, which is adjacent to red)]

... Yup! That sounds right.

[he wouldn't know any better. but he'll go to unveil his plate too, which has some pretty fucking rare steak on it. there is practically blood on the plate. this is also for matsu]

How about this one?

[sanguinary]

[That's why strawberry things have been his favorite of the sweets he's tried...

Buzen is so indulgent toward him though damn. He peers over at the steak with how BLOODY IT LOOKS. THIS IS TERRIBLE. WHY IS EVERYTHING HERE FOR MATSUI'S EYES TO ENJOY!!! THE SOUP, BUZEN'S MILKSHAKE, BUZEN'S STEAK, BUZEN...]

A nice, bloody cut... I'm sure it will taste wonderful.

[hasteful]

[going back to this thread is fucking wild anyway buzen is literally just going to take a piece of this super rare steak on his fork and reach across the table to feed it to matsui then,]

Why don't you tell me?

[sanguinary]

[HOW DID THIS HAPPEN IN THE SPAN OF 3 DAYS.

Matsui will lean forward and open his mouth so he can be fed like the spoiled lil shit he is. SUPER RARE STEAK... After finishing his piece:]

--It's the perfect flavor to match the perfect color. I think you'll enjoy it.

[hasteful]

[goes back to the simplicity of cute date times,]

Really? Alright, then my turn.

[he CHOMPS on his rare steak - ] Oohh, it is good! Ah, we have a lot of sweets but it's nice to have meat too...

[sanguinary]

[The times before they ate crayons...

He looks pleased to see Buzen enjoying his steak, though! Mutually good tastes!]

It's more nutritious for you, as well. You need to keep your iron levels up for healthier blood.

[hasteful]

[AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT

but buzen is just going to nod along.... this sounds... right....?]

I didn't realize there's iron in blood too...

[NOT THAT KIND OF IRON]

[sanguinary]

[:3c]

Of course there is. [NOT THAT KIND OF IRON.] All living things have iron in them.

[hasteful]

Sounds dangerous.

[FUCKING IDIOT]

You'd think they'd be heavier then...

[sanguinary]

[me like WOULD MATSUI KNOW THE DIFFERENCE WHEN HE SAYS SHIT LIKE BLOOD AND TEARS ARE MADE OF THE SAME THINGS.]

Blood iron is different than iron ore... I believe.

[hasteful]

Oh... huh.

[continues to eat his steak, learning like this is the magical school bus]

That's probably for the best...

[what does he mean]

[sanguinary]

[Sipping delicately at his blood soup.]

Yes... Blood wouldn't spill in the same way if the iron were iron ore... It wouldn't suit the skin as well...

[That is probably not what Buzen means.]

[hasteful]

... I'm going to take your word for it, Matsu.

[buzen didn't understand that in the slightest

but he will offer matsui another little bite of steak. i typed snake,]

[sanguinary]

[Accepts his bite of this snake.]

--Thank you. Would you like to try any of mine?

[This is just borscht.]

[hasteful]

Sure, I'm curious. Kuwa would want us to try new veggies, right?

[his gou...]

[sanguinary]

[FUCKING KUWANAAA. He won't begrudge Buzen his fond talking about other Gous, though. It's only been a couple of months but it's been a couple of the wildest fuckin months he's experienced in a longass time.]

That's true. Here--

[Gathering up a spoonful and offering it out!]

[hasteful]

[in the end it's fine because none of the other gous are spoon feeding buzen right now?

he'll happily let himself be fed though, humming afterward]

Oh, that's pretty good too... It does taste like red.

[the wholeass color]

[sanguinary]

[THEY WILL WHEN THEY LEARN IT CAN BE AN OPTION AND THEN BUZEN WILL BE THE TOO MANY PANCAKES MEME.

He seems pleased with this assessment though, because he agrees even though that is truly a stupid thing to agree about.]

Doesn't it? It's refreshing. Please help yourself if you would like more.