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[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Well. I've been on the community nearly a year, now, but not fully. I suppose it's time to pose another question: what is everyone planning for their holidays? It's begun snowing here, so it finally feels like winter, but we don't have the "Christmas" everyone seems so interested in on Gaia.

[Locked to Zack]

I'd -- like to speak to you. When you have a moment. I owe you an apology.

[Locked to Tseng//Phone text]

Are you free for dinner this evening?

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[Phone text]

[company-bitch.livejournal.com]

I believe so. Are we talking about dinner at home or are you making reservations?

[Phone text]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Which would you prefer?

[Phone text]

[company-bitch.livejournal.com]

No particular preference.

[Phone text]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Let's go out.

[Phone text]

[company-bitch.livejournal.com]

Sounds lovely. Meet you at 7?

Re: [Phone text]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Perfect.

[Action Spam]

[company-bitch.livejournal.com]

[Tseng settles into his seat and opens a menu, his eyes flicking around to double check that there's no one in the restaurant he recognizes or who seems to be paying close attention to the head of the Turks and the head of the WRO having dinner together.]

This is a nice place... I may have fish.

Re: [Action Spam]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

[Reeve takes his own chair, smiling softly. For once, he seems... almost relaxed to be with Tseng in public. They have a table with some privacy. Now, when to ask him? If he asks to early, and Tseng says no -- which, of course, he will -- they'll have to endure an awkward meal together.]

Whatever you like, love. [He smiles, watching him quietly.]

Re: [Action Spam]

[company-bitch.livejournal.com]

[Returning the smile, Tseng turns his attention fully to the menu.]

Mushroom caps stuffed with crab... that sounds good. Do you like crab, love?

[He looks up, searching Reeve's expression. Maybe there's no occasion at all, but he keeps thinking there has to be a reason Reeve texted him and offered dinner specifically. They rarely go out, too. Is it because of the recent virus, or something else?]

[Action Spam]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

[There was, but Reeve sn't ready to bring it up yet. He smiles when he hears Tseng call him "love," warmth shining through his eyes.]

Those sound wonderful. Really, love, anything you want.

[Locked]

[ddd-zack.livejournal.com]

HUH? What for?

[Locked]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

The virus, as well as -- after.

[Locked]

[ddd-zack.livejournal.com]

No apologies for viruses, man. If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you, I'm the one who horned in on your relationship! And what 'after'?

Re: [Locked]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

I've been avoiding you, which isn't fair. We were all virused. You didn't horn in on anything.

[Locked forever]

[ddd-zack.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I'm not so sure T was virused, but... eh, doesn't matter. No worries, man, you don't need to apologize for anything.

Re: [Locked forever]

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Are you -- I mean, what Tseng said, about... afterwards. Are you alright?

[ddd-zack.livejournal.com]

Who me? Yeah, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? Why, what'd Tseng say?

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Just about the aftermath being -- difficult.

[You're all alone. :/]

[ddd-zack.livejournal.com]

Heh, a little awkward, maybe. I was more worried about you two. Everything's okay?

[shinra-pwnsjoo.livejournal.com]

Oh joy, a year of dealing with you.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Every moment a pleasure, Rufus darling.

[shinra-pwnsjoo.livejournal.com]

I threw up in my mouth.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

I was hoping for something more projectile.

[shinra-pwnsjoo.livejournal.com]

I'd never give you the pleasure.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Indeed.