[No, it's more like she'll remember he'd want to be treated out of nowhere. He'd like to have a surprise. He'd like to be pampered for no other reason than just that someone was thinking of him... That's how she takes it.]
[ She's not wrong: what he would value most is having his needs and comfort being anticipated and met without needing to be said. Not exactly to be waited on hand-and-foot, but the mythical condition of so-called "having someone look out for you."
In any case, as arranged, they'll be wandering into Early Bird Hall at around the designated time. Tomura is dressed as usual, hair loose, black-on-black athleisure wear—the comfortable and baggy sort, unlike the skin-tight clothing offered during Sports Week. ]
What do you want to eat?
[ Being dinnertime, they've found themselves in a small rush of guests; maybe he should've pushed it later, but he doesn't know if Tohsaka is the type to eat on schedule. At the very least, it means virtually no shop would be closed at this time, leaving a vast swathe of bustling option sprawling out before them. ]
[Tohsaka arrives in a black top, red shorts, and semi-sheer tights. On her left wrist is a cinnabar bracelet given to her by Marco, while her hair is tied up in a bun adorned by the hairpin she received from an anonymous gifter. The perfume she wears this time is different from her usual. Its earthy sandalwood base blends in with her natural scent while the floral mid-and-top notes bring to mind her usual fair. However with its different profile it brings forth more of the herbal patchouli she usually attempts to mask.
All the accessories, even the perfume, are things someone else gave her. An item that someone else must have picked up because it reminded them of her. She wears them as often as she can.]
A parfait, but we should probably have something more sensible for dinner. Something with protein.
[After all, she shouldn't do her nightly blood draw if she's low on iron.]
[ Tohsaka is well-dressed, even for a very casual dinner at the food hall; this may be typical for her, but to Tomura, it's unusual enough to be notable. Even when he could afford it back home, he didn't have much of an expansive wardrobe, so perhaps her fastidiousness seems fairly remarkable. She's even wearing her hair up with a familiar pin, though he keeps a perfect poker face regarding his recognition of it.
A parfait... He realizes now that he doesn't know much about Tohsaka's tastes. Does she have a sweet tooth? Is this her usual choice of indulgence? But if she says it can wait— ]
Sure. We could grab burgers. Or donburi... I'm fine with anything though.
[ As they maneuver through the somewhat crowded Early Bird Hall, they'll pass by any manner of protein-filled affairs: sandwiches, tacos, skewers, stirfry... He's content to keep her company until she fins a stall that catches her eye. ]
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how about dinner
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[ isn't that kind of thing where someone usually says "let's go together~"? ]
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[ unless she's found yet another person who won't sleep around, as he doesn't think she's getting any presents from a certain idol. ]
fine, if you're that committed to spending them on a date.
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We both really aren't in a position to pass up "free" so let's do it.
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I'm not rich, but I have money
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is that something to capslock about?
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[ it'll stretch her non-existent money further? ]
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I'll remember that.
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[ he doesn't think he's ever really suggested otherwise. ]
I'll be at the entrance to the food hall at 7
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Okay, see you there.
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In any case, as arranged, they'll be wandering into Early Bird Hall at around the designated time. Tomura is dressed as usual, hair loose, black-on-black athleisure wear—the comfortable and baggy sort, unlike the skin-tight clothing offered during Sports Week. ]
What do you want to eat?
[ Being dinnertime, they've found themselves in a small rush of guests; maybe he should've pushed it later, but he doesn't know if Tohsaka is the type to eat on schedule. At the very least, it means virtually no shop would be closed at this time, leaving a vast swathe of bustling option sprawling out before them. ]
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All the accessories, even the perfume, are things someone else gave her. An item that someone else must have picked up because it reminded them of her. She wears them as often as she can.]
A parfait, but we should probably have something more sensible for dinner. Something with protein.
[After all, she shouldn't do her nightly blood draw if she's low on iron.]
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A parfait... He realizes now that he doesn't know much about Tohsaka's tastes. Does she have a sweet tooth? Is this her usual choice of indulgence? But if she says it can wait— ]
Sure. We could grab burgers. Or donburi... I'm fine with anything though.
[ As they maneuver through the somewhat crowded Early Bird Hall, they'll pass by any manner of protein-filled affairs: sandwiches, tacos, skewers, stirfry... He's content to keep her company until she fins a stall that catches her eye. ]
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