improvise | wriothesley

[ TYT i'm slow too

his smile eases a little. murderers in disguise... ]

Nein. Are you?

[ i really set myself up for that one ]

Unfortunately I do have some blood on my hands. [ dramatic pause, followed by a deep sigh. ] I'm not really a fan of insects, you see.

[ also his parents, but let's focus on the insects here. ]

[ his parents deserved it so it's fine. he laughs. ]

Oh? Then that would make two of us then. So dinner is still on the table?

Dinner was never off the table. Any dietary restrictions I should know about?

[ guess we're doing this ]

[ he laughs. ]

I am allergic to terrible food and even worse company, neither of which seem like they'll be a problem. Yourself?

Only milkshakes made by a certain someone.

[ okay.....? ]

Otherwise, I'll eat just about anything.

Oh? Don't leave me in suspense. Whose milkshakes?

[ come with him to sit on the sofas in the hotel lounge wrio... ]

[ you would make me shittalk sigewinne like this

but sure they can go sit on the sofas. is this where they make out? ]

Just a friend of mine. If you're lucky, you'll never have to worry about it.

[ val you joke but you forget i'm game for anything

anyway, he plops down (they are cushy couches) and laughs. ]

They're that terrible, are they? What exactly do they put in them?

[ you're right.....................i'm the weak link here, tears up

wriothesley takes a seat. sinks into the cushion. wow, this way cushier than he's used to. ]

I've refrained from asking for my own mental well-being. [ who knows what horrors she's put in there. ] Though I fear hers may have ruined me for all other milkshakes.

[ except........maybe klavier's? ]

[ you're killing me ]

I'll make note of that for the future. But it sounds as though you've had many of them... You didn't learn after having the first one?

[ looks klavier dead in the eyes ]

She's very persistent. But if you'd like to try and change my mind, you're welcome to.

[ y'know, because of his milkshake.............? ok i'll see myself out now. ]

[ drags you back here ]

Be careful, Herr Wriothesley. It almost sounds as though you're asking for another date, ja?

[ he's jk... ]

I can see if there are places about with excellent milkshakes, but I admit, I'd rather take you somewhere that would impress you rather than risk you gagging at your food.

[ it's his turn to laugh. ]

No need to go that far. I assure you I'm a pretty easy guy to please.

No taste for luxury or fine dining?

[ he shrugs. ]

Never got into the habit of it. [ because he grew up POOR. ] But hey, if you're going to treat me to a nice dinner, I won't say no.

You had a modest upbringing then?

[ takes him to an indian restaurant so he can choke on his spicy goat curry ]

[ sometimes we all crave death. ]

Something like that. I grew up with a lot of siblings, so it was either learn how to share or learn to go without.

Ja? How many?

[ AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY ]

Would you like to guess?

[ takes another (smaller) bite of his curry. doesn't choke this time, wow! ]

[ VAL THEY HAVENT EVEN DIED YET ]

WHY DIDN'T YOU DM ME TO TELL ME I FUCKED UP

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improvise - 2025-05-04 02:49 (UTC) - Expand

[ he doesn't take a bite of his curry because he's not dead yet but he still asks the question ]

Edited 2025-05-03 18:56 (UTC)

Herr Wriothesley, I could have sworn a bowl of curry appeared in your hand a moment ago... Care to explain?