052 - If I were to become tiger food (It would've been more noble)

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[Misaki is in the Astral kitchen, doing... well, it's not entirely clear WHAT she's doing. There are pots bubbling over on the stove, produce everywhere, piles of dishes in the sink and the oven is starting to smoke out of both sides as though attempting to cry.]

[Misaki squeaks and opens the door, releasing a black avalanche of smoke. She starts coughing, squints through the black fog, and her eyes go wide.]

[Very gingerly, she shuts the oven door, switches it off, and leans her back against it.]

...oops.

[And she proceeds to have a gigglefit.]

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[Oh how he feared he would never get to do this again. He holds her close and kisses her, about as passionately as a guy like him can manage.]

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[She draws back so she can rest her face against his neck.] It would be different. It would have to be different. But it could still happen for us.

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It could. We still have some things to figure out, but... [This is the first time in a long, long time that Hei has felt something akin to hope.]

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[There's always stuff to figure out, she thinks. Let's just do it. It works. We work. We know it.]

[Let's just do it, damn the torpedoes, the Twins, the rest of it, let's just--]

Have dinner. Have dinner with me, I mean.

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[He has no idea what's going through her head, so he laughs, gesturing at the smoke.] I think it's past the point of edibility, even for me. Though I'm sure the restaurant won't mind if I borrow a little ramen.

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[A sheepish grin.] Not right now, necessarily, and definitely not this.

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[Beams.] Alright, then. It's a date.