you're late. i've been sitting here with my legs crossed for eleven minutes and the waiter already thinks i got stood up.
she pats the bag on the seat beside her, grinning
guess what i brought for after dinner.eleven minutes is nothing i was circling for parking. and if it's the ears again i'm eating and leaving
she unzips the bag just far enough for you to see the curve of the pokeball, then zips it shut again
the ears are at home. this is a whole different game, and you don't get the rules until you've bought me the expensive pasta.i'd buy you the pasta anyway. rules first though. i don't play anything i haven't read
you're such a dm about everything. fine.
she leans across the table, voice dropping
rule one, i'm the trainer. rule two, you're in the ball until i say otherwise. rule three is my favorite and you find out when we get back to my place.that's not rules that's a pitch. also you'd be a terrible dm you'd fudge every roll to win
she steals a bite off your plate and chews it smugly
i don't fudge. i just don't tell you the dc. now eat faster, because every minute you drag this out is a minute you spend in the ball.you're going to be insufferable about this huh. ok one condition. i pick the safeword
something in her face softens for half a second before the smirk comes back
deal. but you say it out loud so i know you mean it. she lifts a hand to wave the waiter over
you are not. put your hand down.
i catch your wrist, laughing
fine. it's initiative. happy now
she pulls her wrist free but doesn't pull it far, fingers still hooked around yours
that is the worst safeword i've ever heard. of course it's yours. she stands and tugs you toward the door, bag swinging against her hip
we're skipping dessert. i've got something better at home.we haven't paid.
i'm already getting up anyway
also you still never told me what the ball actually doesi paid while you were busy being late.
she holds the door open with her hip, eyes bright and mean
and it does exactly what i tell it to. so hurry up. trainer's orders.
