@soru. Getou sighs as the other asks him the question. 'Everything,' he wishes to say. Soda pop and candy galore—all those choices made his head swim, but something in particular was popping out. What if they made something together and enjoyed it together?
"What if we bake a cake together?" The question wavered on his tongue, unsure if he should speak it out loud. That wasn't asking too much for Soru, was it? He already wanted to take up her evening. Could he be so selfish and ask for her whole day, as well? Soda and candy were pleasant but came nowhere near the satisfaction seal of approval that a cake had the power of holding.
He jumps from the slam as his eyes take one last look at the menu before settling upon his sandwich choice. "It's-" Suguru laughs out. "It's okay. You're so cute." The most precious person he's ever known ever; he wishes to speak so into the comforting air that hugs them. But that would be too much, he did not want to scare her away. Perhaps next time.
He mutters something along the lines of garlic bread comes with it he's pretty sure, but will ask just in case.
The waiter's voice is flagrant, easily pulling Getou from his mind. A cheerful tune falls from his lips as he asks them both what he can start them off with, and Getou announces that he'd like water and sweet tea. It was a guilty pleasure; he was seriously spoiling himself. They both wait for Soru to speak her desires of what to drink, and before the curse-controller can forget, he opens his mouth again.
"Small cheese pizza for us both. I'd like that caprese sandwich. Oh, does the alfredo come with garlic bread already?"
@getou suguru. /for the first time, I felt giddy upon realizing that I will finally visit a friend's home, sure she gained friends through her long time in this place and she had gone through centuries but those friends and the relationship I had with them, or at least the majority were just fleeting friendships/
So. . . have you decided on what you want me to bring over when I visit your place? I can't wait to hear your guitar riffs. I play an instrument too but it's an old one though.
/smiles softly and nods happily at your words/
It will be. I hope more places accommodate people like me so that we can function properly too in public. It's hard sometimes but it's okay.
/upon hearing alfredo, I got way too excited and slammed my hands a bit on the table, looking at you like a kid that heard of their favorite food/
Alfredo, please. I looooove that dish so much I can probably eat that for the rest of my life!
/realizing what just happened, I craned my head forth as if yo hide my face and giggles softly/
I am so sorry about that. I got way too excited.
/chuckles softly/
Oh, also, if it is possible, I'd like a mix of shrimp and chicken in mine and some garlic bread too. . .
/as I take a whiff of the aroma of food wafting in the store, I close my eyes and paid close attention to it, my ears twitching as well/
Pizza. They have pizza now coming out of the oven. Fresh.
/turns to look up at you again/
Getou, can we have some pizza too? I promise to pay for all of what I ordered, I kinda order a lot so yeah. . .
/rubs my nape as I smile/
@raihan. it's not very often that she was able to go about town, other than her usual places, on her own. she was kept from doing so, due to her...what her parents called, 'ailment.' but she wanted to explore. she could tell the world was so big and yet she only knows a very miniscule part of it. she wants to be able to go about and explore the vast beauty of the world even if she was deaf. she felt that it shouldn't hold her back; so here she is...at a cafe she found and had never been to. she gets her phone out and ready to order once she's ready, knowing she's going to have to use it. she's nervous, not everyone is very nice when it comes to communicating with someone who is deaf, but she wants to take her chances. after looking at the menu for a moment, she types her order on her phone and takes it to the counter, showing the cashier. after paying she looks around for a good spot to sit, finding a free table by the window. there was another person there, he looked extremely familiar but something wasn't clicking.... shaking it off, she shuffles to a table close by where he sat but also by the window, taking a seat.
@itose yuki. it wasn't often that he got to travel, even less common that he was able to explore outside of usual business during his trips. while he was grateful for the trust put on his shoulders, several times was the weight be more burdensome than a considered honor. at this point, he only saw responsibilities as a way of shoveling off tedious tasks under the guise of importance. so he was going to enjoy his free day and free time in the way /he/ so choose, which was going to begin with visiting a little shop that he has been collecting dust in his bookmarks for some time. it garnered attraction for its, apparently, intricate latte art and equally decorative pastries, though not the expense or sacrifice of quality - which was often a point of contention with these places that practically blew up overnight. after standing in line for a little less than 30 minutes - which wasn't at all bad by viral location standards - he was seated at a table by the window that looked out to the bustle on the sidewalk. a perfect shot, he thought, already imagining the arrangement of his order on the table and the angle from where it would be photographed. elated at the thought, he snapped a quick selfie to post to his story and share with his followers where he was finally able to visit.
[ ] apologies for delay on the starter!! hope this is alright, please feel free to take this in any direction you want!