Thank you— for the compliment. It's just a hoodie.
[ it's one of his few concessions to his ego, a plain white hoodie that's rich in texture, and one he knows he looks good in. before — before — eunyoo would tell him he's too handsome to be single, and he's always demurred, always scoffed. he doesn't see why it matters if he has an "ideal" face, and the few times he thinks he might have, he knows possessing a pretty face is of less value in the world when it can do little in terms of skill.
and then—
and then.
he rarely wears white anymore. it's harder to get blood out with it. ]
Have you tried Korean grilled dining before? [ he asks daisy, both to fill the awkward silence and to measure how much adjustments with traditional mores he needs to make. ] I think I'm younger than you, so that'd make it my responsibility to make sure you have a good meal.
[ well, no, that's not entirely true, but as the youngest he's supposed to serve anyway, and isn't that the point of this? to celebrate like they're back home?
what is home when it's a person?
blessedly, one of the servers comes over with the service cart, and starts unloading an assortment of side dishes while the hot plate and stone grill heats up. etiquette dictates he not reach for anything until daisy's decided, which is a blessing in and of itself; if he went by her denny's preferences, none of these would fit her known palate.
he thanks ajumeoni for the food, reaches for the water carafe. ]
Water?
[ holy jesus he's been on a date before, this should not be this— and it's not a date anyway. ]
[ it's just a hoodie that looks really good on him. it would crush her a little to know his reason for not wearing white anymore, though she wears dark clothing herself so often for much the same reason. why risk wearing anything lighter when undoubtedly there's another fight around the corner that'll end up with her blood (or the other person's) on her clothing? her wardrobe has lasted a lot longer thanks to her Quake uniform, but on the days when she isn't wearing it, she considers herself lucky when an outfit makes it through without stains or tears.
growing up poor isn't the only reason she mainly shops at thrift stores. ]
Please.
[ nodding at the offer of water, she feels her nerves ratchet up another notch. if only he would stop being so damn polite. clearly, they need to get on to a topic where he can be his usual self, speaking his mind without filter. resisting the urge to punch him for some comment or other is exactly the type of distraction she needs from these emotions that have no purpose at this dinner that is not a date. ]
I've had Korean food before but not like this with the grill and everything. I know what these are— [ she gestures toward the side dishes then very slightly grimaces. ] Mostly. But I'm not picky, I'll try just about anything.
[ those nerves jump back up again and she leans back from the table, eyeing the spread like something's about to attack her. it just occurred to her that she could be walking into a minefield of cultural faux pas and suddenly her old insecurities are back in full force. screwing up now could jeopardize everything between them and that is a terrifying thought.
her next words come out in a nervous rush, everything about her on edge and the very opposite of the cool Daisy Johnson she's tried so hard to be around him. ]
I have no idea what I'm doing and I really don't want to mess up and offend anyone. Especially you.
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[ it's one of his few concessions to his ego, a plain white hoodie that's rich in texture, and one he knows he looks good in. before — before — eunyoo would tell him he's too handsome to be single, and he's always demurred, always scoffed. he doesn't see why it matters if he has an "ideal" face, and the few times he thinks he might have, he knows possessing a pretty face is of less value in the world when it can do little in terms of skill.
and then—
and then.
he rarely wears white anymore. it's harder to get blood out with it. ]
Have you tried Korean grilled dining before? [ he asks daisy, both to fill the awkward silence and to measure how much adjustments with traditional mores he needs to make. ] I think I'm younger than you, so that'd make it my responsibility to make sure you have a good meal.
[ well, no, that's not entirely true, but as the youngest he's supposed to serve anyway, and isn't that the point of this? to celebrate like they're back home?
what is home when it's a person?blessedly, one of the servers comes over with the service cart, and starts unloading an assortment of side dishes while the hot plate and stone grill heats up. etiquette dictates he not reach for anything until daisy's decided, which is a blessing in and of itself; if he went by her denny's preferences, none of these would fit her known palate.
he thanks ajumeoni for the food, reaches for the water carafe. ]
Water?
[ holy jesus he's been on a date before, this should not be this— and it's not a date anyway. ]
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growing up poor isn't the only reason she mainly shops at thrift stores. ]
Please.
[ nodding at the offer of water, she feels her nerves ratchet up another notch. if only he would stop being so damn polite. clearly, they need to get on to a topic where he can be his usual self, speaking his mind without filter. resisting the urge to punch him for some comment or other is exactly the type of distraction she needs from these emotions that have no purpose at this dinner that is not a date. ]
I've had Korean food before but not like this with the grill and everything. I know what these are— [ she gestures toward the side dishes then very slightly grimaces. ] Mostly. But I'm not picky, I'll try just about anything.
[ those nerves jump back up again and she leans back from the table, eyeing the spread like something's about to attack her. it just occurred to her that she could be walking into a minefield of cultural faux pas and suddenly her old insecurities are back in full force. screwing up now could jeopardize everything between them and that is a terrifying thought.
her next words come out in a nervous rush, everything about her on edge and the very opposite of the cool Daisy Johnson she's tried so hard to be around him. ]
I have no idea what I'm doing and I really don't want to mess up and offend anyone. Especially you.