AAAAAAAAA!!!! Thank you Anon!!!!!!
I tried to make him sweet and romantic like you wanted, but keep him in character, so he’s still super sassy.
Have fun you two!
“Are you willing to go out this weekend?”
“Sure, I’ve got nothing else going on. Whose all coming?” Your back turned to him, you load the washing machine in the empty laundry area on base.
“Me.” He states plainly, leaning on a machine behind you.
You pause for a moment, then continue your chore. “Just you?”
“So, you mean, like a date then?” You close the lid, and fiddle with the dials to distract yourself.
You turn around and see him, with crossed arms, looking at you. “Alright, I’m game.” You say, trying to sound confident. He hums and you offer a smile, nervous in nature, pick up your basket, and go on your way. “I’ll see you then.”
Casual. You could do casual. Or, wait. How casual should it be. Like, normal casual? Maybe you should try to look a little nicer. But, what if he didn’t and you ended up looking like an over prepared doof? You groan, debating over a nice jacket, or a comfortable sweatshirt.
This is ridiculous.
You mull over your choices for a bit longer before you glance at the time and realize that you need to go.
Jacket it is.
“Took you long enough.”
“I’m, like, two minutes late.” You ague once the car that dropped you off left. It was a real pain to get out of the base sometimes, safety protocol proving itself to be annoying as always.
“I got here on time.” He begins to walk down the road and you follow, putting your hands in your pockets in attempt to keep them warm. You take this moment of silence to study him, relishing in the time you get to see him outside of his normal combat attire. It was no surprise that he had a hood on, but doubling it surgical mask, left most of his face obscured to the public.
“Sooooo…” You begin.
“Where we goin’?”
“A carnival. It’s suppose to only be here for the weekend.” He glances over to you, noticing how you rub your hands frantically together. “Here,” he takes off his gloves and hands them over, “I don’t need these.”
“Oh, thanks.” You swiftly put them on, feeling silly for forgetting your own.
“You really should’ve worn a thicker jacket.” You face him again, but he looks away. “That one’s nice, but doesn’t look very warm.”
“I’ll be fine.” You assure him. He huffs, not wanting to press further.
“I bet I could hit more targets than you.” You almost pull him to the shooting booth, wiggling your eyebrows.
“I don’t use weapons built for accuracy.”
“Then I’ll win something just for you.” You joke. “What’d ya want? The rastafari banana? Or maybe the blow-up Spider-Man hammer?”
“How ‘bout we play that instead.” He points over to a horse racing booth. “Who ever loses pays for food.”
“Deal!” You sit next to each other, and as other people fill in the few remaining seats, you inspect the game. It was basically mini skeeball; the higher your score, the faster your horse ran.
An easy win.
“Honestly, I think that guy who got first was jipped. The 'light-sword’ is much better than that big dolphin he got.” You swish your sword around nonchalantly as you spoke. Dusk was well underway, letting the glow it emitted be much more visible.
“A missed opportunity, really.” Reaper commented, amusement lacing his voice. You chew on you food, setting your prize to the side.
“You sure you’re not hungry?”
He nods. “Not a fan of carnival food.”
“Then why’d you make the bet?”
“So you’d let me buy you food.” He waves his hand lazily side to side, “Don’t get me wrong,” he leans onto the table, “if I wanted to, I would’ve demolished you.” You can’t see his mouth, but you know he’s smirking.
“Together or separate?” He asks as you both wait in line for the bumper cars.
“Separate. It’s no fun unless we both get to drive.” When the worker opens the gate, you squeeze your way to the first open car of your favorite color. He nabs a dark red one that was frozen bumping into yours, and as soon as the cars were allowed to move, he slammed onto the gas petal, veering you to the left.
“You were right. This is more fun.” He taunts. You decided to back up without notice, causing him to bump into a dad and his kid that were on the other side of you.
“So long sucker!” You boast, circling around him, only to immediately get stuck between two other cars. “Help me sucker!”
He slams into one, braking the three of you free. Your thanks is cut off by him forcibly turning his wheel to the right, pushing you against the wall. He chuckles and turns away with a sarcastic, “You’re welcome.”
Oh, he was not getting away with that!
A shiver goes through you. Guess Reaper was right about bringing a thicker jacket. In your defense, it’s a lot colder than the weatherman said it would be.
“You’re super cheesy, you know that?” You pull your arms closer to your body, trying not to show how cold you really were.
“And?” He taps on his phone, angled in a way that you couldn’t quite see what was on the screen.
He lets you step into the cart first, before settling beside you and allowing you to rest your sword across the both of you to fit.
“Making the last ride be the Farris wheel? What, were you born in the 80’s?” You rest your arm on the bar, then your head on that and smile at him.
He closes his phone and exhales loudly through his nose, “Looks like I’ve been found out.” He quips.
You start your assent backwards, and you stare in awe at the lights around you. “Woah, it looks so cool from up here!” You point down below, “Hey, look! That guy has the same jacket as you.”
“I wear it better.” He snorts, completely serious. “That kid just ate it.” He states, moving your attention to the teen getting up off the floor.
“At least their smoothie survived.” You nod. He lets out a short laugh and agrees.
The walk back to the pickup area is pleasantly quiet. He lets you take the first car, and you thank him for the fun night, agreeing that it should happen again soon.
Your first thoughts upon arriving at the base were of sleep, however entering your room reviled a package resting on your bed.
Curious, you open it and read the note printed out and taped to the plastic inside.
“Next time, wear something that’ll keep you warm.” You pull out a heavy jacket from inside, styled similarly to the one you had on.
Not the most romantic, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it seemed more fun than a fancy dinner. (Now I wanna go to a carnival.)
I should go to bed now.