[DATING SIM] A chance to destroy a nice, romantic atmosphere

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

[Look, a chance to see that rare creature--a somewhat content (Love Interest) Mantis! He's found himself a massive outdoor concert hall, an orchestra warming up on stage. Out on the lawn seats, with a blanket and a special someone and the stars twinkling in the sky, it could be really quite romantic.

Mantis is sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair under the canopy, muttering about acoustics.

And the program starts. Go be romantic with someone who is not Mantis, for the love of Christ (obvious exception aside).]

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[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

I know, you're right. I just wonder... are the boxes as happy as we are? Do they like us to use them- put them in danger even- in the way that we do?

[He looks worried.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

Of course they're happy. Their whole purpose is to protect you... it's their destiny.

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well, I feel like I can trust what you say. I'll stop thinking about it now.

[Smiles slightly and lets himself fall backwards so that he's lying on the grass.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

[with his patented expression, he stares straight ahead, keeping where he is]

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

[He grabs the other Snake's collar and pulls him backwards onto the grass.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

[Is pulled in unnecessary slow-motion, and he hits the ground and lies there next to you, not even looking offended or surprised]

Huh.

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

[Is a bit impressed by the other Snake's failure to fall at the speed appropriate for his weight.]

Lighten up a bit. You're not on a mission. Just enjoy the grass.

[Plucks out a piece of grass and holds it close to the other's face.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

Once you've been in a battlefield, you're always on a battlefield... a man who has seen combat will never be the same.

[ignores your grasswaving]

...It is peaceful out here, though.

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

[He wonders if he's ever going to get points from this guy.]

[Stops waving the grass, lets go of it, and lets it fall onto the other Snake's face.]

Yeah, it is.

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

[lets it stay there]

Tell me something. Why are you obsessed with talking to me? You haven't left me alone since the rooftop... you even got me out here.

Any reason for it?

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

I don't know honestly... I feel strangely drawn to you. And your personality and appearance is different enough from mine that I don't feel weird about us technically being the same person.

[Plucks out another piece of grass and also drops this one on his face.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

Strangely drawn to me?

[pauses, still not bothering with the grass]

What do you mean?

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

[He just shrugs and continues dropping pieces of grass on the other Snake's face.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

Don't know, huh?

[sits up, which tosses most of them off in a way that the camera can dramatically zoom in on them and form irrelevant symbolism]

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't know. But I think if we spend more time together I might figure it out. What do you say?

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

[glancing at you] ...Sure.

You wouldn't leave me alone either way.

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

Great! I'm glad you've come around.

[Rips out a huge chunk of grass and tosses it in extremesnake's face.]

I don't know why this is so much fun.

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

Don't get too hap-

[Interrupted by grass in his face :|]

Ngh. I wouldn't know.

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

Why don't you try it.

[Motions at the invitingly green looking grass.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

[Gives a quick look to the invitingly green looking grass]

No thanks.

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

Come on. No one's watching. Just grab some grass, and throw it.

[Watches him expectantly.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

[stubbornly] I am not going to throw grass.

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

Stop being stubborn, what do you have to prove? Just pick up the grass. And throw it.

[Crosses his arms also stubbornly.]

[extremesnake.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to.

[stays firmly where he is]

[crisiscontrol.livejournal.com]

[Rolls his eyes before bending down to pluck a piece of grass. He then forces the grass into the other Snake's hand.]

I know you don't want to hold that, so you're going to have to throw it now.