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001 Arrow of Love | Auction Dates
Who: Raven/Rukia & Raven/Zelda
What: Auction Dates in Action
When: Oct 7th & Oct 8th
Where: House B-03 & Balicea
Warnings: None so far.
[ Prompt I ]
Raven thought it fit to spend the date doing something they were both familiar with. It was how they originally met, only this time they would make dessert instead, crepes in particular. He himself wasn't too fond of sweets, but he knew women typically were.
Rukia would hear a knock on the door, though they had scheduled this "date" so she wouldn't be all too surprised to find him at her door step. He wen't through the trouble of gathering the necessary ingredients so they could start right away. Perhaps they would get to know each other, though he was more likely to inquire about her than to share about himself.
Upon opening the door, she would find the gruffy man stationed on the welcome mat, if there was one, with a friendly smile. He carried a bag that had everything they would need for the treat. Raven figured that she deserved something nice. After the display of her determination to win a bid for him, of all people. He didn't think he was worthless, but that brought about a different value.
"Hey there!"
[ Prompt II ]
| BEACH |
It was a tad rainy to fully enjoy the beach, which was kind of a drag since this was the first time Raven had ventured outside of the mainland since he arrived here. He had done a lot of traveling back on his world, and while he wasn't fond of it, he still wanted to know what he was dragged into. He just so happened to use this date with Zelda as a guise to get out in a casual sense, without raising any unwanted suspicion.
At the very least they could enjoy the indoor pools that weren't far from the shore. Raven figured it might be nice for Zelda as well, though she was the one who won the bid. Her intentions weren't clear to him, but he had things in mind he wanted to do, she just happened to agree to them. Outside of their initial contact, he didn't really know her.
What: Auction Dates in Action
When: Oct 7th & Oct 8th
Where: House B-03 & Balicea
Warnings: None so far.
[ Prompt I ]
Raven thought it fit to spend the date doing something they were both familiar with. It was how they originally met, only this time they would make dessert instead, crepes in particular. He himself wasn't too fond of sweets, but he knew women typically were.
Rukia would hear a knock on the door, though they had scheduled this "date" so she wouldn't be all too surprised to find him at her door step. He wen't through the trouble of gathering the necessary ingredients so they could start right away. Perhaps they would get to know each other, though he was more likely to inquire about her than to share about himself.
Upon opening the door, she would find the gruffy man stationed on the welcome mat, if there was one, with a friendly smile. He carried a bag that had everything they would need for the treat. Raven figured that she deserved something nice. After the display of her determination to win a bid for him, of all people. He didn't think he was worthless, but that brought about a different value.
"Hey there!"
[ Prompt II ]
| BEACH |
It was a tad rainy to fully enjoy the beach, which was kind of a drag since this was the first time Raven had ventured outside of the mainland since he arrived here. He had done a lot of traveling back on his world, and while he wasn't fond of it, he still wanted to know what he was dragged into. He just so happened to use this date with Zelda as a guise to get out in a casual sense, without raising any unwanted suspicion.
At the very least they could enjoy the indoor pools that weren't far from the shore. Raven figured it might be nice for Zelda as well, though she was the one who won the bid. Her intentions weren't clear to him, but he had things in mind he wanted to do, she just happened to agree to them. Outside of their initial contact, he didn't really know her.
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"Dice them. The batter for the crepes goes on this."
Usually he did this over something like a grill. Most of his cooking was spent in the outdoors, where it was harder to do it. She was lucky to have this kitchen.
Raven set a few more things out and also a bowl. If they wanted it to be sweet, it needed things like sugar to enhance the flavor. Along with some filling to balance the sweetness. The powder sugar was just for show.
"You'll want ta mix in that."
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It certainly smelled appetizing, the mix of the sugars and the tartness of the berries. The chunks she cut weren't perfectly even, but they were close enough to be passable.
"What's your favorite food?" she asked as she worked. There was still much she wanted to learn about him, and this seemed like a nice, safe question to start with. Perhaps some day in the future she'd learn to make that dish and surprise him with it as thanks for his culinary lessons.
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"I don't have any favorite foods." He admitted. Even worse. "I don't like that many dishes." He doesn't even like the dish he's helping make now. It was sort of let down, but he won't lose any sleep over it.
"I'll still teach ya how ta cook them."
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...He was worried about his weight?
No, she thought with grit teeth. It just wasn't something he took pleasure from personally. And yet, he had such a talent! He must have worked hard to get as good as he was, and he'd offered to teach her too.
She set down the knife, her expression thoughtful.
"You learned for the sake of others, then," she concluded, regarding Raven curiously. "You're very thoughtful." She'd already known he was kind, given his reaction to her apology, but she didn't realize just how deep that kindness ran.
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"Mix the fillin' with the strawberries." They can't take too long. Batter tended to bloat if it sat out too long and it could tamper with the taste and texture of it.
"We don't wanna stall."
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She chuckled as she scraped the strawberries into the bowl with the flat of her knife. Of course, he was actually being honest, but she didn't know that. Her mind had already been made up: he's a nice person, and clearly someone she feels comfortable with if she can joke like this.
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"Just add these things here."
He told her the portions she would need and how long to stir it for.
"Now heat the pan and add a little butter ta the surface so it won't stick."
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Had she gone too far? Renji told her she always thought about things too much, but now she wasn't sure.
She slid in a slab of butter, tilting the pan to let it melt and coat the the hot surface before measuring out the batter and spreading it thin.
"...Did I misspeak?" She had to ask. This dating stuff was difficult to figure out.
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"Add the batter in a nice thin layer, when ya see the edges start taking bubble, flip it. Be careful though, it'll fall apart if ya aren't gentle with it."
He wanted to provide instructions first since this was a quick delicate process. He wasn't uncomfortable or anything, or anything she might think he'd be.
"So what is a Shinigami anyway?"
It's not that he didn't want to answer her question, but rather he couldn't think of the right way to word an answer.
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Just when she was starting to fear that she'd made another irreparable social blunder, he posed his question. Rukia lifted her head, blinking, and looked at him. That was...the first thing he'd asked her about herself.
It made her a little happy.
"I suppose the term most people are familiar with is 'Soul Reaper,' she clarified, carefully edging the tip of the metal spatula under the crepe to ease it out of the pan and flip it. It wrinkled despite her best efforts, but she tried to straighten it out. "It is our job to guide departed souls to the afterlife, as well as to exorcise those souls that have become twisted and monstrous so that they too might know peace." The corners of her mouth lifted into a smile. "It is a duty in which I take great pride."
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"Soul Reaper." He repeated, wrapping his brain around the term. Which would make her...dead? It would explain why she didn't follow the culture of living, traditionally, and why he was oblivious to some of what's around her. It made much more sense in this context.
"I assume yer good at it?"
He won't ask for the nitty-gritty details, but it was interesting to know.
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She smiled at Raven, then tipped her head back to cast her gaze to the ceiling. "Captain Ukitake is a very kind man, well-liked and respected by all his subordinates. He hasn't filled the lieutenant's vacancy in forty years." She didn't think she could ever fill Kaien's sandals, but she had already made up her mind to do everything she could to act in a manner that would have pleased him.
"I understand that your men held a great deal of respect and admiration for you as well, did they not?"
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"I suppose." He worded casually. The Schwann Brigade wasn't one could call a high performing one, but he was proud of them nonetheless. When it came down to it, they did their best to perform their duty, and they pulled through in the end when it came to helping the civilians. He couldn't have asked for a better brigade.
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One more flip, and the crepe landed neatly on the plate. Rukia studied the results, then perked up. "--Oh! That one came out great!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "What do you think? I'm getting the hang of this!"
How someone could be so proud of such a small accomplishment was a mystery indeed.
"What shall we do after this? Do you have any favorite hobbies? Sights you would like to see?"
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"I was thinkin' we could go out fer a nice stroll." What the stroll entailed was still up for debate.
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Rukia tackled the ugly crepe first, for practice. She couldn't recall the specifics of how the crepe stall assembled their desserts. Spread the sauce...? That looked right. Then load it with filling and fold! It...looked a little lumpy. Hm. Perhaps if she only put it in one half and then folded it over.
The second was far more presentable, and as she took more pride in the results, that was what she offered to Raven...unaware that he didn't care for it either way.
"Fine work! Thank you, you've taught me well."
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He wasn't thrilled to have been given a crepe, he didn't really like sweets, but it would be rather rude to just turn down her hard effort that he helped her teach. The older gentleman took the one offered to him, and followed up with a small bite (more than tiny, but less than average). He hummed briefly inspecting the taste. It was a little off, but not bad. Very much still edible.
"Could use some work, but crepes are hard. Not bad for yer first try."
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There would be a mountain of crepes in his future. Suffer.
Even if her first attempt wasn't perfect, she hadn't expected to be an instant master. There was still much to learn and hours of practice to dedicate to the art of cooking. She would try again and again. ...And Raven could sample the results.
She finished her bite before she raised her eyebrows questioningly. "What shall I do differently next time?" She thought she'd followed the instructions closely, but perhaps not closely enough.
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"When do ya wanna go on that stroll?"
They could sit out the dessert for a little bit if she didn't want to be active right after. He preferred to laze around after meals himself, but he was also use to moving after eating. Saving the world didn't happen just by staying in one place after all.
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She wanted to save the rest of the batter for later, so she put the bowl into the icebox. She was certain her roommates would enjoy the treat, and Rukia would enjoy the extra cooking experience.
"Where will we be going? Is it a surprise?" She looked pumped about the experience, whatever it happened to be. "Would you like me to hold your hand, or your arm?" She didn't seem shy about either option.
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He was caught off guard by the comment. Was he actually supposed to treat this like a date because if he did, he certainly didn't prepare for it properly. He could probably think up a destination on the spot, Raven had scoured the city enough to become familiar with it.
"The arm is fine." The contact isn't direct, at least, so it wouldn't be as unusual right? Holdin' hands wasn't something Raven could say he's done before, or often. At least as of late. "And it's a surprise." Since it'd be a shame to disappoint her with the reality of not having anything planned. He should have taken this more seriously. He really was irresponsible.
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Or both. They could both be fully blamed, really.
Her face lit up at the mention of a surprise, and she nodded sharply. "Understood. I'll return shortly!" Flicking the dishwater from her hands, Rukia rushed up the stairs and turned into her room. When she came back, she was pulling on the purple peacoat she'd bought along with the rest of the outfit, drawing her hair out of the collar and buttoning up the front.
When she got to the bottom of the steps, she paused to look at Raven, sizing him up and down. "We match!" she declared triumphantly, giving him a thumbs up. That hadn't even been intentional, but she was quite pleased at the coincidence.
With everything tidied up, Rukia was ready to go, and it seemed Raven was as well. She followed him out the front door, turning to lock up behind them. Once they reached the bottom of the steps, she curled her fingers around the crook of his elbow. "Ready."
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He was torn between whether how wise or unwise all of this was. It was supposed to be her first date, if he remembered correctly, and it'd be a shame to ruin it for her if things were to go unfavorably. While Raven could joke and play at the dating game, it wasn't something he had done for a long time, and when he did, it was out of use to pry for information. He had gone undercover for quite sometime after all. This the first time in awhile he had taken things seriously outside of being dishonest to the other party.
Skipping to the last statement, Raven gave a subtle on.
"Let's be on our way, then." He casually linked his arm with hers, though it might have been frigid along the way. He had to remember to take this ernest and not something else.
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"Relax," she smiled up at him. "We're friends. And you're doing just fine." So far, this date was turning out to closely match what she'd studied. It wasn't quite so dramatic, but she figured that was due more to the fictional element in the books that was meant to hook the reader.
It was pretty clear from the look on her face that she was fully enjoying herself. It was nice to spend some quality time together, just the two of them. She could understand why people would bid on dates at an auction.
She kept pace at his side, the black flats she wore tapping lightly on the cobbled streets as she took in the sights. She wasn't sure where they were going, but she liked the mystery.
"You've been on many dates in the past, have you not?" she asked, lifting her chin to look up at him. "What's your favorite kind?"
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He had time to think up of a place they could venture, and he could even claim that they could a scenic route if he wanted to stall. He was still a convincing liar when he wanted to be after all. (Though that wasn't always the case nowadays). It couldn't be food since they had just done that in the comfort of her home, so it would have to be of a different activity.
"Hmm." He chewed on the question a little before coming to an answer suitable for it. "I've been on a few." For some reason or another, so he couldn't recall if one was ever his favorite since he had underlying objectives to them. "Can't say I have a favorite."
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Dx I think this is my undoing for the night!
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