[By the time he arrives, she's finishing up the venison. She barely reacts to him just strolling in, except to toss a leaf of lettuce at him. It flutters to the floor.]
[She says, while sliding him a plate. Maybe she's leaning a little too much into the playful banter, but she got the vibe he's nervous about this, and maybe joking around will help.]
( With the appropriate amount of playful-but-sincere reverence built in.
She's right. He's absolutely nervous about it, mainly because of the whole 'doing it completely sober' thing. It's alright. They can take twenty minutes, eat some tacos, chill out, and then get to it. He'll be cool. )
Yeah, you're definitely gonna have to walk me through this.
( Followed by eating literally half a taco in one bite. He's suddenly a little more business-focused than taco-focused. He's still kind of chewing when he keeps talking. )
Teach me your ways, Professor Medina. How the fuck do I do it?
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@kyna.medina
what are you doing?
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What are you doing?
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except you
want to come over?
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( obviously he's coming over regardless but
you know )
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maybe
what's in it for me?
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okay fine
i'll make tacos
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On my way.
( Straight through her door without knocking like always, don't you love that habit? )
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( Iceberg... lettuce... get it?
He plucks it up off the floor YOU'RE WELCOME. )
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Oh my God, I hate you. Come get your dumb tacos.
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( Declared cheerfully on his direct route to get aforementioned dumb tacos. Fuck yeah, Kyna tacos. )
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[She says, while sliding him a plate. Maybe she's leaning a little too much into the playful banter, but she got the vibe he's nervous about this, and maybe joking around will help.]
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( With the appropriate amount of playful-but-sincere reverence built in.
She's right. He's absolutely nervous about it, mainly because of the whole 'doing it completely sober' thing. It's alright. They can take twenty minutes, eat some tacos, chill out, and then get to it. He'll be cool. )
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You're okay with this, right?
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I'll go first. I've been practicing, so... you know. I can risk being traumatized before you.
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( Followed by eating literally half a taco in one bite. He's suddenly a little more business-focused than taco-focused. He's still kind of chewing when he keeps talking. )
Teach me your ways, Professor Medina. How the fuck do I do it?