Fake it till you make it

[moosejuice]

FAKE DATING MEME Whether you're trying to make someone jealous, trying to work through a stealth job without getting caught, or trying to ward off someone a little too handsy at the bar, you're dating. Not really, of course. You're just pretending for as long as necessary. Never mind that their warmth is nice against you, or kissing feels nice, or your heart skips a beat while being around them then drops at the thought of going back to normal. Whether this is a fake it until you make it situation or one where you both fall flat on your faces is up to you! Get out there and fake some dates, trick some strangers, fall in love. (Maybe.)

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[skelters]

[ vash chokes on his donut.

it's not a gross metaphor or euphemism or anything, it's just that he'd just taken a big bite out of it as he always does (maybe wasn't a good idea for a meet cute, but hey, he was 10 minutes early, okay? that's more than enough time!!!) and hadn't expected the guy to just ... pop out of the back kitchens like a bat out of hell. or maybe kind of like a scared cat who's had water dumped on them, all with the wary, wide eyed stance before he straightens up, offering out his hand to vash.

and vash has to take it, okay? he has manners, rem has brought him up proper, even if he may not show it every single second and minute like his brother. even if he is dying from the crumbs stuck in his throat. a quick up and down jerk with his hand and vash is letting go, thumping a fist a few times in his chest, his face gone red. ]

Hi- hrk - I'm Vash!! [ a couple more thumps right against the sore, tight edge of his ribcage (surely that's not good) and he is taking a long drink of his iced coffee, until the ice rattles around in the tall glass and the straw sucks noisily at the air. ] ....Phew, sorry about that!

[ now that he isn't in any danger of dying, wolfwood will get the flashy, bright smile (mirrored many times over in his selfies) directed right at him. ]

We're both early, huh? What're the odds?

[ not addressing the elephant in the room, aka the big ol' STAFF ONLY sign taped to the doorway in which wolfwood had just shot out of. he looks nervous enough already without vash trying to make things even more awkward by demanding any kind of explanation. so instead, he is going to point to a nice table in the corner, with view of the little courtyard the cafe has. ]

Should we sit there? Do you want a drink? I'll get myself another one, too!