bakerstreet | Dennys

( oh! well, so the simple acts aren't enough to trick him, how unfortunate. now she'll know this for later.

she'll lift up, properly placing the knife onto the table, and looking to him as though disappointed in him revealing her ploy. )

I see you won't go with the flow. ( now the question is... what was he to do? be shocked that she was dead? yes. ) That is fine, and for that, you owe me.

( wake up, time to get to work! )

[he has played dead before, he knows how it works!! either way, he rolls onto his side with chin propped in his hand, a li'l grin stretching across his features]

I'll pay you in good advice. [???] Corn starch, water, and food coloring. Or you can buy it for relatively cheap at the nearest costume store.

[DON'T LOOK SO PLEASED WITH YOURSELF, EDAMURA]

Advice rejected, mon ami.

( oh, he does look so pleased all because he knows how to make fake blood, listen... that is not in furina's arsenal. )

I need something better than that, I need you to take me to a place to clean my shirt after you finish with this place.

[sitting up straight now, squinting at her from across the table]

. . . only if you pay for your own laundry.

[HE IS NOT TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR HER KETCHUP-ED CLOTHES]

Of course, I can only take what's available to me at that very moment.

( why doesn't he trust her? is it because he knows her abilities to get out of some issues with a bit of creativity? hmmmm. )

Why are you here alone?

[maybe!!!! maybe he's just been conned one too many times himself!!]

[but he does seem satisfied with her response as he slumps over the table, lifting one finger to trace the edges of his cup of orange juice (the coffee here is shit) with one finger]

I'm not alone. Not anymore.

[cheeky!!]

( no one told him to get conned, you know! for him to think furina would con him... )

I see, you're not wrong about that. Very well, how will you entertain me to keep me here?

( she'll let him have that, or maybe this was his big plan all along to have someone spend time with him. )

[she's too honest for that. . . that's what he likes about her. . .]

Iiii. . . [a beat. he looks around. most of the diner is empty, save for a drunk guy a few booths down, who is facefirst into his pancakes. snoring]

. . . don't know?

[a beat]

Have you ever been to a place like this, Furina?

( oh, why would he ask that question? well... )

There'd be a chandelier above us to illuminate our surroundings, and the tables would be circular in shape to encompass more food than this form we sit at now.

( i have never been inside of a denny's so thank you google image search, okay. )

The connected cushioned seats are... profoundly ugly, it hurts me in my soul to look at them. Even the stark color burns at my eyes, it's truly not an inviting color.

( as she lifts her legs to cross one over the other, furina glances at those who are snoring away in their food, some guy getting up with the crack of his ass showing to grab a straw at another table before returning back to his own. don't forget about him. )

Hm.

( she returns her attention to the one she's with thinking over his question. )

Would you like to guess if I've been to a place like this?

[yes. can't forget about the straw guy. Edamura watches him move with chin tucked into his palm, chewing away idly on his own straw as he quirks a brow and considers telling the poor guy to pull up his pants. in the end, he is polite enough to keep it to himself]

With an answer like that, I'm going to venture. . . nope.

[lightly amused]

As you can see, you weren't really missing out.

[and there is very little here in terms of entertainment]

( his answer is enough to bring a small chuckle from her, it wasn't that hard for him to guess considering her response. that being said, it's not like she needs anything else to keep her here.

especially when... )

Nothing may be of interest here, but... I do have you. It's more than enough.

( even if she's a little dirty from the ketchup she's made a mess of, and remembering that she'll grab a napkin to start wiping it off the table. )

Will you pass me the menu? I want to see what we have to choose from.

[. . . heh]

[grins a li'l again as he passes her the menu]

Everything here is. . . [it's. how does he explain. . .] . . . a lot! It's just a lot.

But their pancakes are pretty good.

[if a bit overly sweet for him. but Furina likes sweets, right?]

( with the menu given, she flips it open to take a look at what she has to work with. )

I see...

( her finger settles upon the pancakes mentioned before shifting to the milkshakes, and then the ice cream, and oh! they even have cake. )

So much to choose from...

( it's 3AM, nothing is off-limits, but furina already knows what she's interested in. )

They have a special menu for couples that's half off, do you think saying we are good friends will do?

[cake at three in the morning. . . she is too powerful for him]

Yeah? I mean, friendship is a type of coupling.

[k. . . kind of. . .]

But if they say no, we could always fake it.

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( he should try some, it might make him feel better about his life. )

They wouldn't believe us if we asked, because they would know we aren't a couple at all.

( with a shake of her head, furina turns the menu upside down for him to choose what he wants. )

Out of all my dramatic invitations of a play for you to put on, you would willingly play as my wife?

[IT WOULD HAVE TO BE SOME EXTREMELY IMPRESSIVE CAKE FOR THAT TO HAPPEN]

How would they know?? No one here is a mind reader.

[peering at the menu while it is upside down, mentally making a note to order the. . . grand slam, he supposes??? greasy diner food. . .]

-- wait, hang on! Wife???

[DOES HE HAVE FUSSY WIFE ENERGY? (yes)]

Asking would give it away, so obviously they'd know we aren't a couple!

( even a genius would know that! explaining this is pretty easy until shifts to a different topic..

the wife tm topic... )

Yes, it sounds fitting.

( what else is she to say! ) Would that not be your role?

No? I was thinking. . . I don't know! Partner?

[they don't have to be MARRIED to be a couple??]

I don't think anyone is going to look at me and think, "yeah, he's definitely someone's wife."

( he might be right, the chances of him being a wife are slim unless someone thinks like furina does. )

We can ask the waiter when he takes our orders.

( a simple question of "guess who's the wife" could be a fun game between all three of them, and depending on their answer then they both can follow through with it to trick their unknowing host. )

Would you like to do the honors?

[even setting gender-based terms aside, he simply does not think any part of him is capable of selling to someone else that he is a spouse. literally anyone's spouse. it's personal problem, I assure you!!]

[leveling her with a look that is still slightly bemused as he scoops up the menu and flags down a server]

I'm just going to ask them for someone off the couple's menu and let them make their own assumptions. What did you want, anyway?

Every sweet listed.

( if he's going to ask then he's going to pay, it's a very sweet gesture of him that she will recognize. )

I've never had a place like this before, so why not indulge while I can?

( as soon as a server makes it to their table, furina's already naming a few pastries out loud which she was honest about that... she wants each one. the server grimaces slightly as they look to edamura hoping her requests something not as large-scaled. )

[HEY NOW. . . WAIT A MINUTE, WHEN DID HE SAY HE WOULD PAY??]

I think your eyes are bigger than—

[oh. nope. there she goes. prattling away her order without a care in the world. the confused server shoots Edamura a look, and he just]

[smiles thinly, GENTLY NUDGING Furina's foot with his own, the movement hidden by the table. don't bankrupt him!!]

— she's ordering from the discount menu. The one for couples?

[understanding crosses the server's expression as she makes note of this on her notebook, before asking with a cheery: is this a special occasion??]

Anniversary!!

[well that was a quick response]

( she can feel his foot hit against hers, and furina crosses them as she scoots them back away from his touch. no playing footsies!

as he explains to the server, there's a small sigh as furina presses the tips of her fingers together while barely being able to look towards edamura. )

That's not all...

( her gaze flickers to the pencil and notepad at work, the expression on her face shows a growing nervousness. slowly her lips part before closing, it's a little dramatic, but she believes that she's doing a good job at building up the tension. )

I thought it was probably best to tell you before we kept going tonight..

[. . . . . . . . . . .]

[what is she doing]

[it's fine it's fine it's fINE he's VERY good at adapting on the fly. whatever she is about to throw at him, he can handle it!! for sure!!]

[the build up of dramatic tension appears to be working, because the server leans in just a little more closely, her brows raised in curious interest]

Huh? What is it?

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