forum Well this is new... (One on One)

Started September 07, 2018 by @RedTheLoveless

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(Alrighty. Make sure to sleep well lol)

"Depends on how well this dinner goes. The night is open to any possibility at this point." Icarus answered gently, in a sickly sweet tone before flagging down a passing waiter to refill his glass. "And you? I'm sure a demon like you doesn't need sleep for one night."

Truth ordered another bottle of bourbon and smirked at Icarus’ tone. “Yeah, open possibility, huh? That’ll change, I bet.” He looked at Icarus. “Sleep? I don’t need it as much, you’re right to think I can pass off one night, and possibly a morning.” His smirk grew smugger at that comment.

Truth ordered another bottle of bourbon and smirked at Icarus’ tone. “Yeah, open possibility, huh? That’ll change, I bet.” He looked at Icarus. “Sleep? I don’t need it as much, you’re right to think I can pass off one night, and possibly a morning.” His smirk grew smugger at that comment.

(Good plan. I'd love to continue the story. And sorry I had to leave for so long, soccer practice lasts two hours in a town I live an hour away from lol)

Icarus felt his heart flutter in his chest at Truth's replies. This date seemed to be going better than he had anticipated.
A pleasant surprise, he thought as he took comfort in his second glass of rum and coke. Maybe this Demon isn't all that bad after all…
He let his thoughts wander as he watched Truth with a sort of content-ness in his eyes.
"It'll change to whatever you want it to change to, my dear," Icarus responded, knowing full well he didn't need to add 'my dear' at the end of his statement.

(That’s perfectly fine, don’t apologize! ^-^)

Truth popped the second bottle of bourbon open when he received it. Instead of chugging it, he set it down at his right elbow and leaned forward a little towards Icarus, an eyebrow raised.
“I’m already your dear, huh?” He put on a grin rather than a smirk. He couldn’t help liking that; pet names were his favorite thing in a relationship.

Icarus smiled cheekily as he leaned forward to brace his forearms on the table. He couldn't help but feel the butterflies stir once again as he realized that Truth didn't scorn him for the nickname.
"You can be whatever you want to be to me," Icarus purred softly as he noticed the waiter making his way back from the kitchen.

Truth followed Icarus’ gaze and plopped back down in his seat with a scoff. “Really, now? Food comes now, just when things were getting exciting.”
The waiter trotted up and set their plates of food down. Icarus his sandwich, and Truth his big-ass steak, as rare as could be.

(Idk why but I lost it at "his big-ass steak, as rare as could be" for some reason lol)

"Very efficient staff here at The Habit," Icarus commented, leaving a side note of 'Thank you' to the waiter as he rushed off to serve another table.
"I suppose we can pick up where we left off later…" Icarus mused to Truth as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Truth hummed as he glanced down at the silverwear. Glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention, he extended his claws and cut up the steak into neat blocks of bloody beef. He licked his lips, his claws disappeared, and he started to eat.

(I did that intentionally yessss mission completeee)

(Lol nice!)

Icarus tried not to stare as Truth cut his meat and began to eat, and instead tried to focus on his own meal. He ate his sandwich quicker than he had anticipated, as besides this meal the only other thing he had ingested that day was his Iced Americano from that morning. He only paused once to take a deep breath and to take a swig from his nearly-empty glass.

Truth quickly ate his meal too, not having eaten since the previous day. Scrumptious human hearts were only (approximately) 14oz! Truth not only finished his steak, but also his second bottle of bourbon. He leaned back after licking the plate clean (with his hella long tongue), and burped with satisfaction.