Famine (malnourishment) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-13 05:17:00 |
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Current mood: | cheerful |
I think that I'm sick / but leave me be while my world is coming down on me / you taste like...
Who: "CeCe" Comfort Food (sweetnsalty), Famine (malnourishment); open to Sato (night_yen), of course.
Where: Masque
When: Friday evening
Rating/Warnings: None.
The first time Starvation had dinner with Comfort Food was... a while ago (not much actual dining had taken place). Plague had set them up on a blind date - 'hey, it'll be fun, kiddo!' - and hadn't they both enjoyed themselves, hurling thinly veiled insults at each other like there was no tomorrow? It was amazing they hadn't tried to stab each other with their cutlery.
This time, however, was nothing like last time. This time, Famine wasn't thinking up 101 ways to kill Pestilence in his sleep or how to turn Comfort Food into a bone-dry mummy. No, this time, Famine was enjoying himself. Whether the same applied to CeCe was probably debatable.
The Horseman had been all smiles and charm so far. How could he not be when they were seated at Masque's special Valentine's table? It didn't matter that it wasn't Valentine's Day. It didn't matter that he wasn't interested in CeCe that way.
"So, are you going to open another store here in Manhatten? My lab rats would roll over and die of joy." Famine laughed. "The old ones would have. I don't know the new ones well enough to say that but I think they're pretty much the same."