Build-A-Bear Workshop {Moe-Moe}

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe's cheeks burnt up as Vincent kissed him, and though he replied, he was all nervous and giddy. This was a different sort of kiss than those Vincent had given him before, and he let out a little whimper, pulling away and hiding under his hair. Instead, the little blonde began to dip his gyoza expertly in the sauce provided, pretending this was a far more interesting endeavour than looking at his date.

"I'm glad you like it." Moe said sweetly as Vin voiced his opinions on the food, looking a little surprised at how quickly it was all disappearing, while he'd only had a few pieces of sushi and some other little bits. "I guess we can be together officially, right? I mean, I like you, you like me, and..." Misato trailed off, reaching up with his napkin to wipe a bit of soy sauce from dribbling down Vincent's chin. "Messy." He scolded fondly, tucking his hair behind his ear and smiling. Despite the goth boy being a complete idiot, Moe couldn't help but like him. He was warm, and friendly, and had a big heart. The fact he looked like a white Hizumi helped, too.

Moe looked up when Vincent touched his hair, and closed his eyes for a minute, before smiling brightly. "This is the best date ever." He said softly, touching Vincent's cheek, then moving his hand down to rest on his chest. "Even if you eat like a pig." A slight nose-wrinkling followed this statement, as the blonde's eyes trailed to the crumbs and bits of rice all over the table. "When we're done, we'll go back to yours." The boy agreed, pulling over a small bowl of noodles.

[Vincent Verax]

"F'ya gunna b'my boyfrien', then don' I gotta meet ya parents? Ain't that how 't goes?" Of course Vin wasn't thinking of the plans previously discussed about visiting Horus' family or his own surrogate family (Emma's father and sister.) He was just thinking how lucky he was to be next to Moe right now and hearing him say that he liked him. Did it even get better than this? Vin didn't think so. Food, kissing, a pretty boy at his side, and promises for more? He was in seventh heaven.

As Moe wiped his face, Vincent just scrunched up his nose. "Y'pretendin' y'my mom now?" He teased, breaking into that trademark crooked grin of his. Moe really could have done so much better, with a pretty little face like that and such sweet, innocent mannerisms, but he was more than stuck with Vincent now. Made even more so as Vin settled back and wound his arm around the boy's waist, his other hand resting on his stomach. "Mmm, 'f I eat more, 'm gunna explode." And it was true, Vincent had cleared platefuls of food at an alarming rate, but that was completely normal for him.

"Y'damn righ', s'th'best." And no, this time around Vincent wasn't stroking his own ego. It was the best because he did really like Misato. He just wanted to sweep the delicate little boy into his arms and protect him from the rest of the world. "A'ight. We'll go back t'mine an' ya can meet Ema an' she'll fuckin' love ya and w'can y'know.... do stuff. An' ya can let y'wings out 'n everythin'." Typical Vincent rambling, Moe will get used to it before long.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Vincent's words made sense (shocker) to Moe, so, as the boy agreed to come to Japan and meet his parents, the little blonde's face lit up in it's brightest smile to date. Popping some more noodles into his mouth, it took everything for the Japanese teen not to bounce with delight and clap his tiny little hands. Instead, he simply wiggled his toes in his shoes - a sure sign of Moemoe happiness.

But soon, all the plates were empty, and even the mochi platter was nothing but a few pieces of cocktail stick and sauce. "You liked it?" Moe asked softly, rubbing Vin's full belly with one hand and delicately replumping his hair with the other. "Okay, I'll pay for this since it was my idea..." The boy trailed off, leaning over to grab his purse from under the table, fishing out a few notes and laying them comfortably on the table. "It's rude to tip, so I'll go and thank the staff personally." The little blonde giggled and trotted off, returning a few moments later with his smile still in place.

"To yours, then?" He asked softly, offering his little hands out to Vincent. "So... Ema doesn't bite or anything like that?" Misato asked, walking alongside Vincent as they left the restaurant together, ignoring any protests the goth boy might have had for him paying for Dinner. "And I was thinking I could show you my mum and dad." He added, ignoring any looks shot their way as the pair of them walked through mall and outside. The little blonde had finally run out of things to ramble nervously about, so instead, he took Vin's hand and kissed him, smiling.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent was always happy when food was in his stomach and though he ate like a ravenous beast, he did more than enough to burn off all the excess fat. He constant retarded stunts and need to heal himself as well as the fact that he works out (abs that gorgeous don't come naturally) are more than enough to keep him in perfect health. His power was also a big help in that battle for fitness and had he mentioned lately just how much he loves his power... or himself for that matter? Probably. But he wants me to mention it again. Jerk.

When Moe stated that he was going to pay for their diner, Vincent scowled and opened his mouth to protest. Unfortunately, as usual, his reaction times were nowhere near fast enough and he found himself complaining to an empty chair. Now, Vincent may not have been smart, but he was rather sneaky (years of practice, pranking Sammy, causing chaos, the usual) and while Moe was away, Vinnie got creative. Taking the bills from the table, he swapped them out with his own money, then tucked Moe's back into his purse, making sure he left it as close to where it was before as possible. Moe wouldn't notice for a while, but Vincent felt better already just for doing that.

As Moe came back, Vin grabbed up his new bunny and Moe's hands, grinning in an accomplished fashion. Careful or you'll give yourself away. "Nah, Ema won' bite ya. Sh'only bites me. Well, sh'used t'. Sh'don' bite m' no more. S'okay though, shit kinda hurts." Because no one would assume that a bite from a spider as enormous as Ema would hurt. Sigh. Vincent's lack of intelligence aside, he was smirking contently as they walked out of the restaurant, even more so when Moe kissed him, and he couldn't wait to take Moe home with him. "Yeah, I really like ya." He said with a fond tone in his voice, giving Moe's hand a gentle squeeze, then walked with him off towards his apartment.