Build-A-Bear Workshop {Moe-Moe}

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent was ever so proud of himself. While his idea of a perfect date involved monster trucks, fireworks, and/or people getting maimed, he knew he had to tone it down a bit for his cute little (boy)friend. It was then that the idea of Build-A-Bear somehow crept into his mind and he knew, from the first moment he thought of it, that it would be absolutely perfect. Of course, he wanted it to be a surprise so he kept his mouth shut around the pretty little Japanese boy. Which is shocking considering he would be missing an opportunity to brag about how brilliant he is and Vincent rarely passes up an opportunity to run his mouth about how amazing and smart and handsome he is. This, Misato, is how you know that he really likes you.

Of course, this was a date and that meant that Vinnie had to look absolutely flawless. Not a single strand of hair could be out of place, so come four hours before the date, Vincent plopped himself in the shower. It is about now that I should mention that this idiot takes longer to get ready than an image-obsessed teenage girl. It would take him all of four hours to get ready, because he had to make sure that his hair was perfectly disheveled, his eyeliner was perfectly smudged, and it takes him a good couple hours to pick out his outfit and then wiggle his way into it. With pants tight as a second skin, you just don't easily slip into them. There's a process... and it happens to be a very amusing one that involves Vin rolling around on the floor trying to pull them up. I'm sure Moe will be privy to many of these scenes before long, especially considering Vinnie will have a ridiculously hard time leaving the pretty boy alone. If he came with straps, Vincent would wear him like a backpack.

.... what?

After talking to himself in the mirror for about ten minutes, telling himself just how sexy he was and that Moe wouldn't be able to resist him, he finally deemed himself ready. Gathering Ema up from one of her favorite haunts on the arm of the couch, he put her back into her tank with a mouse. "There ya go, beautiful girl. Enjoy y'dinner, an' if y'lucky y'migh' meet a cute boy t'night!" Truly only Vincent could call that behemoth of a spider beautiful, but I don't think anyone understands the special bond between a boy and his spider. This jerk lives in my head and I don't get it. Thankfully, at this point in time, Vincent and Emaleth's relationship isn't very important. It is his budding relationship with sweet little Misato that deserves the spotlight as of now.

Running out of his apartment and along the familiar route up to the institute, Vincent was humming to himself, far too excited about this date to be healthy. He took the stairs up to Moe's floor two at a time, his pants squeaking from the effort. Upon reaching the door, he knocked repeatedly, hoping that Moe would be the one answering the door, not Ember or Sammy as they'd probably tease him relentlessly and/or make comments to Moe to discourage him from going out. Vinnie might have had dirt on Samuel if he tried to fuck up his date (dirt that Sammy would hate for Vinnie to reveal), but all Vincent could say to Ember would be something retarded like, "Well... y'got... tits!" What? I never claimed he was the comeback king. If it was a subject in school, he would fail it along with every other one. He really isn't the academic sort; he's definitely going to need Moe's help if he ever wants to graduate.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Misato was having a hard time. Only the day before he'd been down to see James Campbell about his backpain, and he'd nearly completely forgotten about the date until 3 this afternoon, when he'd suddenly stopped, shrieked, and run out of the last of his gym lesson, all the way back to his dormitory and forbidden anyone to disturb him. First, he decided he had to shower, smelling of gym equipment and sweat was never very sexy at all. So he'd gathered up his favourite bottles of sweet smelling shampoo and shower gel, and washed and scrubbed and waxed and plucked and preened till he smelt... well, delicious. If I smelt him right now, I'd probably be craving some sort of fruit tart with fresh creamy vanilla icecream and maple syrup.

Once he was sure he was utterly spotless, thus began a long regime. First he checked his hair for any black roots coming through, then he spent time making sure his curls were just so, and that his hat sat right on his head. Next, he rubbed on his favourite moisturiser with just a faint, faint tint of foundation, and curled his eyelashes and added false ones till his eyes looked sleek and flirtatious. After this, he spent many hours choosing earrings, stockings and panties, bracelets and necklaces, even which bag he'd be taking along with him, and that was before he picked out an outfit. By the time he was finished, dangerously close to the time Vincent would be knocking on his door, he looked PRETTY.

Now, I know Misato looks pretty at the best of times, but right at that moment, he looked VERY pretty. His cheeks were glowing with excitement, long sweeping lashes covered his pretty brown eyes, sparkling silver eyeshadow glimmered alongside black eyeliner, nails were painted a cute pinky-purple and his lips were a rich pink. His dress was short, yes, but somehow adorably so, with large frills and a tight blue band around the waist to imply a curve he might be lacking. All in all, he was just about ready to blow Vincent's mind.

When the knock on the door came, Moe had just finished spritzing himself with a sugary sweet perfume, and had tossed his little purse over his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he pushed out of his room to the main dorm door, and opened it, ignoring the others and their comments. "Vincent!" He said excitedly, wringing his hands. "You're early, by two minutes!" Laughing, he got on tiptoes and kissed the goth boy's cheek, then offered a hand out for him to take. "It's taken me AGES to get ready so you'd better appreciate it." Stepping outside and closing the door behind him, he rested his little head on Vincent's shoulder and stroked his arm.

"So where are you taking me?" He asked excitedly. "I'm dressed right, aren't I? I mean, we aren't going paintballing or mudwrestling?" In all honesty, Moe wouldn't be surprised if Vincent said yes right now. He had already experienced first hand what the older boy liked, and was pretty sure that if they weren't going to a strip club or a nudist beach, then he should be counting himself very lucky. "You're lucky." He added thoughtfully. "I had a bad bad back yesterday. It hurt SO badly that I was scared I wouldn't be able to make it today." Tugging on his dress, he smiled. "But I'm here now!"

As they walked down the dorm stairs, Moe felt his spirits lift even higher than before. He was going on a date with a boy who liked him, a boy who liked him and was very handsome. How could this be a bad thing at all? Taking out a piece of spearmint gum, he popped it in his lips and chewed, offering the rest of the gum up to Vincent with a smile. "Want some?" He asked softly, fingers entwinning with Vin's own.

[Vincent Verax]

I'm pretty sure that little Moe was expecting to impress his date, but when the door opened and Vincent laid eyes on Misato, his jaw dropped. For a few long minutes, he could only stand there in awe of the Japanese boy, eyes traveling up and down his body, trying to absorb all of the pretty that was there in front of him. I'm quite positive that if he keeps gawking like that, he's going to start drooling. Fortunately he managed to snap out of his daze, even if it was only to wolf-whistle and go, "Daaaamn, babe. Y'look... fuckin'... like... I don' even know! Beautiful, sexy, perfect. Goddamn... 'm fuckin' lucky!" Well look at that, he can stroke someone's ego other than his own. Even I have to admit I'd feel pretty damn good about myself if someone as hot as Vincent complimented me like that. Moe, if there was ever an appropriate time for you to have an ego of your own, this would be it.

Recovering, Vincent's arm snaked its way around the boy's waist. Appreciate, Moe? He's stunned. You did a good job. Looking thoughtful at the mention of mudwrestling, the goth boy smirked. "Well now ya mention it, mudwrestlin' can be th'second date, but y'look good f'today. We could mudwrestle like this 'f ya really wanted." Oh dear, now you've got him on this kick and he's not going to settle until he gets to grope on Moe in an oversized mud puddle. This does sound amusing, so we'll stow it away for another day, because they have a certain shop to visit first. "You'll see, babe, an' I think you'll like it a lot." Running his hand down Misato's side, he offered up his trademark crooked grin, proud of himself for coming up with this idea.

At the mention of the sore back, Vincent rubbed at it apologetically. That was something that he found insanely unfair; his powers led to hunger and sleepiness, but Moe had to deal with severe pain. If there was any physical way that he could make Moe's pain go away, he would have jumped on it faster than he would have jumped on a new pair of tight leather pants. Pursing his lips, he looked over his shoulder at his date, then gave him a rather impromptu hug. "'m sorry y'hurt, baby. Y'know 'f ya ever start hurtin' like that, y'can jus' call me an' we can stay in an' watch movies or.. y'know... make out a lot." As much as I want to facepalm at that, it is sweet of Vincent to say. If you knew Vincent as well as I do, you'd know that's probably one of the most romantic things he's ever said.

Leading Moe back down the stairs, his arm still around his hips, he grinned. "But don' ya worry, y'an' I gunna have so much fun t'day that y'won' even b'able t'think 'bout hurtin!" Yeah, he thinks that there isn't possibly a better first date than this for Moe. He's probably about right. And when Moe asked Vin "Want some?" ... it was just too easy. Leaning over, Vincent rather cheekily kissed the pretty boy, licking at his lips. "Mmmn... minty!" He laughed, then swept Moe into his arms and started running with him down the stairs and sliding across the waxed floors of the hallway. Good to know that nothing ever changes with this idiot.

[Misato Hazukashi]

For the record I should probably mention Moe went a lovely, lovely shade of pink after being showered with compliments. It's not that Misato doesn't believe Vincent's compliments, not one bit, but more that no one had ever said anything so sweet and kind to him. The boys that wolf whistled normally swore and ran off when they found the little teen was a boy, so for Vincent, knowing full well that there is a penis lurking in those pretty silk and lace panties, to say that he was lucky to be with him, was just amazing to him. Wringing his hands a moment, he had to take the time to compose himself, not able to fully understand how Vincent could say such nice things about him.

Of course, the second he started being a smirky pervert about mudwrestling, Misato sobered up and arched an eyebrow at Vincent in a style very similar to a certain father figure. "I don't like mudwrestling!" He said shrilly, nuzzling against Vincent all the same. "I don't have any clothes I'd want to get muddy and I'd get mud in my hair and I'd look horrible." As they walked to the stairs, Moe looked shocked when he was picked up, and he clung tight to the handsome goth boy, eyes widening. "I'm excited now~!" He said with a little chirrup to his voice. Instantly scenarios began racing through the little Japanese teen's head; sweet shops, sushi bars, shopping... all things he loved very very much, but not as much as what Vincent had planned.

"Oh, don't worry about my back." Moe insisted, smiling as they skidded along the floors, his hands curled in Vincent's shirt. "It hurts a lot and it's just one of those things." Shrugging his tiny shoulders, the boy looked around him as they departed for the town, his curls bobbing in the wind as they moved. "But I'd like that. You know? Just to sit and watch movies and relax till I'm better. I'll remember that next time." Offering Vincent what can only be described as a sparkling smile, Misato touched Vincent's cheeks and leant in for the minty kiss. "You taste of chocolate." The boy added, waggling a finger. "I hope you flooooossed!"

As the couple disappeared out of the school grounds, Moe looked over Vincent with a smile. "You're really handsome, you know?" Yes, he does know. Don't stroke his ego any further or he might go bang. "I feel lucky to be dating you." And with that, the little blonde gave Vin a soft, tender kiss. "More than lucky. Special."

[Vincent Verax]

Nearly losing his balance in the main hallway, Vincent recovered in a way... most ungraceful, but he's certainly not going to drop Moe anytime soon. That certainly wouldn't bode well for any future dates that they might be planning. "Y'got it all wrong, babe." Vincent said as he gently place Moe back on his feet, cupping his cheek in his hand and kissing him. "'m th'one who's lucky t'be datin' you." Nosing against the younger boy's cheek, Vincent took his hand and led him outside, towards the mall. Truly, if anyone is lucky in this situation, it is Vincent. I mean seriously, just look at Moe, he could have anyone he wanted as long as they didn't mind Surprise!Penis and considering that Vinnie is loud, obnoxious, and just plain stupid, he should be counting his lucky stars for a chance to be with such a sweet, pretty boy. I would if I were in his shoes.

On the walk towards the mall, Vincent was unable to let the idea of mudwrestling go. "Well... w'could wrestle naked an' then y'wouldn't get y'clothes dirty an' then w'could shower t'gether an' it'd be sexy." Dear god, he's actually planning this. Stop him before this gets any farther. Granted, I can't see Moe consenting to any form of naked squabbling until much later on in their relationship, but it also means that he's going to pester the fuck out of me about this. Thankfully, the mall wasn't very long of a walk from a school, so Vincent's attention was filtered away from the thoughts of mudwrestling for the moment as he released Moe's hand in order to hook his arm around his tiny little waist. "I hope y'like this, I been thinkin' really hard 'bout somethin' t'do that ya'd like a lot." Giving the boy's temple a little kiss, he led him to the storefront of Build-A-Bear. "Voila!" And maybe, just maybe, Vinnie was holding his breath in hopes that Moe would enjoy this turn of events.

It's really cute how he's all worried about impressing Moe, considering the only person that usually matters to him is... well, himself. I think this a good thing for him, a chance to be concerned about someone other than himself. Lifting his hand, he ran it gently over Moe's back, leaning over to watch his expression. "I thought... y'know, y'migh' like makin' y'own bear. An' it would be cute an' y'like cute things right?" Oh, lucky us, we get an insight to Vincent's thought process. This train of thought, though slurred out in a familiar brain-dead fashion, was actually pretty shocking for this goth boy. Especially since it didn't include fireworks, flames, Moe's panties, or explosions, which are the top four things that linger in Vinnie's brain, though not necessarily in the same order. And because this post wouldn't be complete without a dash of Vincent's... perversity, the hand on Misato's back finally came to rest rather cheekily on his backside.

[Misato Hazukashi]

"I'm standing firm on the mudwrestling. That's a no." Snorting softly, the little blonde settled his feet back on the pavement and walked alongside Vincent, allowing the early evening breeze to tickle his cheeks. "And I don't think we're at the right level to be naked together." Misato added, blushing faintly as they approached the mall front. It seemed like they weren't the only people out on a date this evening, girls and boys seemed to go in couples all around them, and Moe quietly wondered if they ever thought, even for a second, that the dark haired boy with his date in a dress were any different from them. "I'm really excited, it sounds like you've thought a lot on this." The boy added, only hesitating when they passed his favourite sushi bar.

And there it was. Build a bear.

Misato looked surprised, then delighted. "Oh Vincent." He said softly, leaning up to give Vin a very delicate little kiss, heart beating loudly. "It's perfect. It's the best date I've ever had." It was also the only date Moe had ever had, but shush. Vincent doesn't know that the little creature he's managed to impress is as pure as freshly driven snow. Trotting inside, and wiggling a little when Vincent's hand dropped to touch his backside, the Japanese teen looked at all the beautiful bears sat on the wall and sighed. "You've really outdone yourself." He added, trying to decide which bear he'd like to make and what he'd want on it.

Eventually, he picked out a fuzzy white bear with black eyes and tilted his head, laughing. "This is Vinnie." He said softly, picking out goth-boy clothes and seeing if he could find some sort of wig. "He can be my replacement you for when you're busy and don't have time for Moemoe." Sighing softly, the boy finally picked out all his accessories and tilted his head. "What do we do now?" He asked sweetly, holding Vincent's hand tightly with his own and smiling. "I mean, can we put messages and stuff in?" Looking excited, Misato twirled on the spot and laughed. "You're so clever, Vinvin. You thought this up all yourself." Clever? Ahahahaha. Well, I suppose for Vincent any train of thought beyond "BOOM LOL" and "PANTIEZ PLZ" is pretty incredible.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent heaved a sigh of relief at Moe's reaction to the store. Though he'd had reassurance from both Sammy and Ember that the pretty boys would love it, he had still been worried that maybe Misato would hate it and it would ruin his chances at any future dates. If you wanted to see a distraught Vinnie, all you have to do is take Moe away, he's already that fond of him. "Yeah? Y'like it, really? 'm glad. It ain't nothin' fancy but I don' fit in at them fancy places." He's got that right, if he'd taken Misato to a posh restaurant, he'd manage to get himself kicked out and probably in under ten minutes. These are just the sacrifices Moe will have to make if he wants Vincent as his boyfriend, but overall I'd say he's worth it. Vin's hoping he'll see it like that, anyways.

While Moe picked out his bear, the goth boy grabbed a rather cute toffee colored rabbit with long floppy ears. "An' this'll b' Moemoe an' he can cuddle wit' me when y'mad at m' or ya too busy bein' smart t' chill wit me." He said with a grin, picking out a ruffly pale yellow dress for the bunny and an oversize bow to match with a pair of tiny, adorable Mary Janes. He then led his date over to the voice boxes. "Yeah, y'can add stuff. See, y'can make 'im say things or make noises!" He pressed some of the buttons to demonstrate, laughing at the growling sound and pressing that one several times more. "An' y'can even record somethin' 'f ya wanted to!" He pointed to the bin of blank voice boxes. "S'ya could say somethin' cute when I squeeze ya, " he punctuated his point by giving Moe a quick but firm hug, "An' I could say somethin' sexy when y'squeeze me." This was followed by a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. Yes, Vincent, we all know what you're thinking. You perverted bastard.

Deciding that was something he definitely wanted - a voicebox with Moe's actual voice on it, not the groping - he pulled one of the boxes out of the bin and held it out to the pretty boy. Okay, he wanted the groping too, but he knew the chances of that were like one in infinity, so he's not holding his breath. "Go on, say somethin' adorable!" Not like that would be difficult for Moe or anything considering that Vin thinks nearly everything that comes out his mouth is adorable. As long as he doesn't shout "You're a jerk, get away from me!" Vinnie would be more than happy to have it inside his little Moebunny.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe liked fancy places, yes. But, the fancy places in America were so different to the fancy places in Japan; where he was from, tipping was considered rude, yet, if he didn't tip here, he'd get scowled at. It was confusing, but it didn't stop him thinking that after they'd got their bears, he'd very much like to be taken to the sushi restaurant. "Maybe after we could go to that Japanese restaurant for food? I mean I'd like that, and I could show you how to use chopsticks and stuff." The blonde boy desperately wanted to teach Vincent all about his country, just so they could understand each other better.

Misato smiled at the pretty bunny that Vin picked out, and found a floppy black wig to put on the white bear. "I couldn't be mad at you for long." Shaking his head to get his fringe from his eyes, the Japanese teen pulled out a voice box and tilted his head, giving it to Vincent. "How about we record these in secret, so it's a surprise when we press them?" The boy smiled brightly, taking the one from Vin's hand and giving him the one he'd picked up. "That way it'll be really special." And with that, the little blonde disappeared towards the other end of the shop, bowing his head over the voice box to say something to Vincent.

Eventually, and with slightly pink cheeks, Moe reappeared and held the box out. "I'm done! What's next?" He said excitedly, touching Vincent's arm, then leaning up to kiss him. "Is this the part where you scoop me up and we ride off into the sunset?" Giggling, the blonde toed the floor for a moment, then looked at his bear. "And maybe later you can take me to meet Emaleth? I'd really like to try and get to know her~" He smiled brighter, curling his hair around his fingers, eyes sparkling.

[Vincent Verax]

In order for Vincent to turn down anything regarding food he would have to be sick or unconscious, but he is neither, so he enthusiastically agreed to go to the restaurant. "Sure, babe, 'm always up f' eats!" Now, for future reference, Vin is entirely uncoordinated and I'm a bit worried at how well teaching him proper use of chopsticks will go. The last time he tried to use them, he'd given up and stuck them up his nose, took pictures while making retarded faces, and sent them to his friends. Please don't be offended if he doesn't take it seriously as there's shockingly few things that he's serious about.

He strained his ears in an attempt to hear what Moe was saying into the voice box, but when he discovered he couldn't hear a thing, he busied himself with recorded his own message with a devious little smirk. Swapping the boxes once they were done tempted Vincent to press it, but he resisted. He smiled fondly at Misato and wound his arm around his hips. "Nope, not yet. First w'get that lady 'ver there t'fill 'em, then we make a wish 'n a heart and it goes 'nside 'em!" Leading him to the employee, Vincent held out the bunny to her and picked out a pink heart from the bin. Laughing to himself, he ushered Moe over to pick one as well. "She's gunna make us d' some silly stuff, first." Are you worried at how excited he was for a chance to make a complete fool of himself?

The woman then proceeded to talk them through a complex ritual with their little satin hearts; they jumped on one foot, rubbed it on their elbows so it would be funny, touched it to their foreheads so that it would be smart (as if, in Vincent's case), spin around in a circle, give it a kiss for luck, and then they were instructed to make a wish while rubbing it in their hands. Grinning like the idiot that he is, Vin put the heart into the hole in the back of his bunny, then took Moe's hand in his. "Look, s'our kids!" He said with a snort. Once the animals were sewn up and given back, Vin pulled Moe tighter to his side. "Y'gunna tell m' whatcha wished for?"

The next step on their agenda was to get the birth certificates for their new plushies and Vin led Moe up to the counter so they could get them. After paying for them, Vincent pulled Moe into another hug. "Y'so cute... an' I jus' know Ema's gunna love ya. She's th'greatest." With MoeBunny in one arm and Misato in the other, Vincent strolled out of the shop. He was happy, he had the cutest boy he'd ever seen on his arm and they'd just acted like big kids in a toy shop and really, how could it get much better than that? Okay, I'm sure there are certain... activities that Vincent could think of to make this an even better night, but Moe's not that easy, so get your head out of the gutter, jerk.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe was now twice as excited as he was before. Sushi! Tempura! Noodles! All foods the blonde boy craved on a regular basis. The opportunity to spend time with Vincent, then the perfect meal? Wonderful. Of course, the poor thing has no idea that Vin's going to probably embarrass him. The benefit of the doubt is sometimes a skill worth unlearning. "Yay!" Misato laughed, touching Vin's arm. "I love sushi, maybe we can go together to the restaurant all the time?" Yes, that's a great idea Moe, spend time in public with a complete moron who's likely to humiliate you.

Moe's words into the little bear were to remain secret up until Vincent got home and gave the little bunny a squeeze. The blonde hoped he'd get a pleasent surprise. As they headed over to do the ritual, Moe picked out a big red heart, the kind he knew Vin himself had somewhere inside his chest. As the blonde boy completed the ritual, he hesitated with the red heart in his hands, unsure of what to wish for. Peering down at the red silk, he sighed softly, then rubbed his small hands together, before watching his Vin-bear come to life. Holding the bear to his chest, Moe smiled and gave it's nose a soft kiss. "We'd make pretty kids." He added softly, stroking the bear tenderly. "If I tell you what I wished for, it wont come true!" Misato said with a gentle lilt to his voice, happy against Vin's chest.

Once everything was paid for, and Moe now had Vincent Junior in his arms, the little blonde began to gravitate towards the Japanese restaurant. The staff knew Misato by name; he often headed to the restaurant when he was hungry and felt homesick. "Konbanwa!" He chirruped to the staff, pulling Vin through the door with extreme enthusiasm. "I hope Ema likes me. I've never met a big spider like that before." Was that a hint of nervousness? As the two of them disappeared into the restaurant, Moe talked in soft Japanese to a waiter he clearly knew, then tucked them both in a nice, private table.

"I've really liked our date so far." The boy confessed, holding Vin's hand and snuggling into his side. "Thank you so much." Opening a menu, the blonde pushed it between them. "It's all really good here. What do you feel like having?" He asked sweetly, pointing at a few of his favourites. "Oh." He suddenly hesitated. "You do like Japanese, right?"

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent was content to allow Moe to drag him to the little Japanese restaurant, much like he would have been content to allow the pretty boy to drag him anywhere because any place would be good if it had Moe there. Sappy? Why, yes, I do think so. He honestly didn't care where they were going, because food was food and Vincent had never met food that he didn't like. He did have his favorites, namely anything that was greasy and fattening and bound to raise your cholesterol or clog your arteries, but he enjoyed eating, no matter what was put in front of him. Garbage Disposal in human form, that's Vincent.

"Course Ema's gunna like ya. How coul' sh'not? Y'fuckin' adorable and all... jus' perfect an' s'long as ya don' try an step on her, she's gunna love ya. Sh' even loves SAMMY." Because apparently loving Sammy is an extremely difficult thing to do. At least according to Vincent it is. Ema was a very relaxed spider, she had free reign, she was fed well, and she was very much loved by Vin and his friends. She wouldn't dare bite Moe, but she would happily crawl all over him. He's got nothing to worry about as long as he doesn't try to fling her against the wall.

Once they settled into their cozy little table, Vincent's arm wound it's way around Moe and he gave his cheek a little kiss. "I like it too, but that's 'cause I like ya." He said, trying to put on the crown of cheesiness. He was, to put it lightly, ecstatic that Moe had been enjoying their time together. It gave him hope that maybe this one would stick around and not be scared off by his retarded behaviour. And he liked Moe, he really did, and not just because he was pretty. He was sweet and kind and he was just pleasant to be around, he was someone Vincent could protect. He'd summed it all up already, Moe was simply perfect.

"I ain' never had Japanese b'fore, s'ya gotta tell m'what to get, 'kay?" He looked at the menu, completely clueless to all the foreign sounding names. "... dude, s'like a whole fricken' other language..." He muttered to himself, ever the idiot, as he turned the menu sideways, hoping that it would make more sense like that. Yeah, Moe, you picked a real winner.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe giggled as Vin flipped the menu up the wrong way, and delicately guided it back to the right position, looking over the goth boy's shoulder and pointing at various things. "Well, we could try a bit of everything to find what you like?" The small blonde offered, fingertip resting on one particular menu item. "This is called Japan on a Plate." He said softly. "I've never eaten it before because there's too much, but together we could share it." Of course, Moe has only seen snippets of Vincent's raging appetite, but he has made an educated guess that the boy will probably eat enough of the food to leave Moe with only small portions he can cope with. "And then there's dessert, lets get the Mochi selection and share it, SO good."

Pressing his fingertips together, Misato listened to Vin talk about Ema with slight curiousity. "I'd never step on a spider." No, good natured Moe doesn't even squish bugs, what a soppy little thing. "Sammy isn't so bad." He added softly, thinking of all the times they'd watched movies together and chatted. "Sometimes he's very silly, but he's not a bad person." Watch Moe 180 on that when he finds out Vinnie's slept with him.

As the waiter headed over, Moe brightened, and started talking to the man about what they intended to eat. After a few long sentences in Japanese, the man ducked away, and shortly after, two bubble teas sat on the table. "These are really good." Moe explained, pointing at the bottom with the large brown balls. "It's flavoured tea mixed with milk, and on the bottom those balls are tapioca, they're kinda squishy." The boy swang his legs happily and sipped his drink through a large green straw. This date was officially amazing, he had a funny, handsome guy to share food with, a new little bear to curl up with at night, and it seemed like there'd be more dates like this to come.

"Vinvin?" Moe suddenly asked, tilting his head and looking up at Vin through his eyelashes. "Would you like me to teach you to use chopsticks?" The boy's hands dropped onto the older teen's own, and he picked up the chopsticks, positioning them in Vincent's hands. "I think you might pick it up quickly." The boy said softly, mumbling the words in the goth boy's ear. "You've always said you were good with your hands." Blushing profusely, and managing a small embarassed wink, the Japanese teen continued to guide Vin's hand, showing him how to pick up the napkin on the table.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent's expression was blank as usual as Moe decided on what they were going to eat, just grinning like the vacant fool that he is. It didn't matter to him what was ordered, as he always devoured whatever was put in front of him, oftentimes too fast for him to even taste what he'd just eaten. His stomach was a greedy bastard and it wanted food now and often. Moe's right in that assuming he'll only be left with little portions, as this boy is a cow and he'll eat until his stomach can't hold anymore or at least until he feels sick.

He was only half-listening as Moe talked about Sammy, too busy poking at the balls in the bottom of the tea with the straw. "Char's a fuckwit." He said, although there was obvious fondness in his voice. "But 'e's like one 'f m'best friends. We get drunk an' play MarioKart an' fight. Y'know... fun things!" Because Moe definitely wants to know what you and Sammy get up to, Vincent. If anything, that will turn him off you so fast you'll be wondering why you're sitting alone in a restaurant you've never been to staring confusedly at the empty seat next to you. Then again, I can't see Moe abandoning Vincent like that no matter how badly he behaved. There'd be scolding beforehand.

Learning how to use chopsticks was definitely going to be a challenge for this uncoordinated bastard, but he's going to try if it makes Moe feel better. Unable to stop himself from smirking as Moe leaned into him, he wrapped his other arm around the boy's waist, hand dangerously low against his back. "Y'wan' m'to show ya jus' how good I am with m'hands?" Yes, his mind is constantly in the gutter, yes he would have definitely done naughty things to Moe under the table in public, yes he's a horrible horrible boy. If Moe has any hope of surviving a relationship with Vincent, he'd best lose any traces of shame he has, else he's going to spend the rest of his life embarrassed to hell and back.

Vin concentrated on trying to pick up the napkin with the chopsticks, struggling profusely with this task for a good few minutes. When he finally succeeded, he swore in a celebratory fashion (earning more odd stares), then accidentally squeezed the sticks a little too hard. He sent one flipping over his finger and into the air, yelped, then frantically tried to catch it before it hit the ground. He managed to do just that, then showed it to Moe like a trophy. "Yeah, 'm th'fuckin' chopstick master." Once again, I don't encourage indulging him, but I'm sure Moe isn't listening to me.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe clapped his little hands delightedly when Vincent managed to pick up the napkin and giggled, eyes lighting up. "Brilliant!" He chirruped, only to duck as the chopstick went sailing through the hair, then breathing a soft sigh of relief as Vin caught it. "You're getting there." He said encouragingly, setting up obstacles from small to large across the table. "Manage to pick those all up and I'll give you a kiss." He instructed, resting his palms on the goth boy's thigh, cheek pressed against his arm. "The smaller objects will be hard, but SuperVinvin should be able to pick them all up, especially if he's the chopstick master." Giggling, the blonde picked up his own chopsticks to show the boy how it was done, then settled back to watch.

As Vincent attempted the chopstick obstacle course, Moe leant back and petted the cute little bear sat beside him on the bench, nuzzling him and rubbing his fuzzy ears. "Lets cheer for Vincent." He whispered to the little bear, laughing and cradling his drink in the other hand. As he got to the bottom, he jabbed a tapioca ball and popped it into his mouth, eyes lighting up. "Yummy." The Japanese teen said, looking positively radiant with happiness. Of course, soon enough, plates and plates of Japanese food started heading towards the table; sushi of all sorts, tempura, noodles, gyoza, rice, katsu pork and chicken... Little Moe had never ever seen so much food since his uncle's last birthday party, where he realised how big his father's side of the family was.

"I hope you're hungry!" Said Moe with a little dismay, as he leant forward and grabbed himself a piece of sushi, popping it into his mouth. "So." The boy started, shyly prodding a piece of gyoza with the edge of his chopstick. "I'd have to ask my parents, but if we ... if we become really proper official, would you like to come to Japan in the summer with me?" He said, eyes all round and hopeful. "I mean, you don't have to and I know it'd be weird and you've got all your friends here." Staring down at his plate, Moe folded the napkin over nervously. "Forget I said anything!" He squeaked, returning to his food.

It was then that the table fell into a shy silence, as Misato carried on eating and fidgeted with the little wooden chopsticks in his hand. "You're not so tall." The boy thought, mostly to himself as he looked up at his date. "It's nice. You're taller than me but not so tall that I feel like a midget." Finally, a smile reappeared on the blonde's face. "I like it. I like you." And with that, Moe leant up for a chaste little kiss, eyes sparkling. "So... what do you want to do when we get back to yours?" I know the answer to that, but I don't think Moe wants to. Please Vinnie, use some decorum and don't say anything rude. "We could watch a movie? Or um... I could... talk to you about stuff?" He offered, watching Vin's lips with a little private smile. Oh yes. It was official. Moe was smitten.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent cracked his knuckles and put his game face on before attempting the obstacle course that Moe had laid out for him. The tip of his tongue poked out from between his teeth as he worked his way through picking up the little objects. There were a few he struggled with, but he only dropped the chopsticks one time, and as he picked up the last object, he grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, 'm fuckin' awesome." But he wasn't done celebrating yet, oh no, as he leaned over, cupped Moe's cheek, and kissed him much more vigorously than necessary. He didn't care who looked.

Once the food arrived at the table, Vincent didn't waste any time before cramming his face. He couldn't even name 70% of what was sitting in front of him, but it was food so he was eating it. You need not worry about leftovers, Moe, this is a garbage disposal you're sitting next to. "Oh shit, man, stuff 's good." So busy with shoveling food into his mouth, Vincent was only paying half-attention to what Moe was saying. All he heard was something about being official and going to Japan, but that was really all he needed to hear. "S'does that mean y'really m'boyfrien' now?" Because in Vincent's eyes, it's perfectly okay to claim Moe his boyfriend before the first date was even over.

Taking a break from the food, he turned to Moe and gently ran his fingers through his hair. "I like y'too. A lot." Moe had put up with his childish, immature antics and was still sticking beside him. That almost never happened, unless the person was just as ill behaved as he was (Sammy and Emma, anyone?) "An' w'can cuddle an' kiss an' stuff." And he'd like to introduce you to his bed, but he won't say that yet. "An' y'so cute. Jus' like... a doll. But not one-a them creepy dolls, th'cute kind. Th'ones y'just wanna hug. Like this!" He leaned over and wrapped his arms snugly around Moe and kissed his cheek, grinning delightedly.