She Whimpers When He Approaches, Her Gaze Remaining On His Axe For A Moment, Her Back Pressed Firmly

she whimpers when he approaches, her gaze remaining on his axe for a moment, her back pressed firmly to the wall behind her. she doesn't understand, why is he talking to her? why not just get this over with? why is he torturing her like this? " i-i-i d-don't know where a-all of them are, n-no. " agatha manages, quickly shaking her head. she feels like she has the locations of the generators fairly well memorized, though, at least in most of the areas they're sent to.

" w-we... we have t-t-to g-get them up and running. they— th-they p-power the gates that allow us t-to e-escape. " agatha explains, looking up at the killer now. gods, with as hard and fast as her heart is beating, she wonders if she might die of fear. is that even possible here? she isn't sure, she doesn't have any real desire to find out.

" i... i-i d-d-don't u-understand; why a-aren't you killing me? " not that she wants him, or any of the other killers, to do so, but she just wants to get out of the trials as quickly as she can. anything to not be here.

she was getting better at this, the faerie can say that much. she's gone up against most of the killers now, managing to escape from some and getting killed by the rest. a never-ending cycle, it seems. same shit, different day. gods, she really... really wants to go back home. were people worried about her? were her parents? the few friends she had? her coworkers and boss? the only one that could come close to knowing where she went was the one she'd run away from and right into the fog. agatha doubts he'd say anything, though. maybe... it's just best she doesn't think about it. she's going to be here forever, why would it matter?

what she needs to get better at is keeping her mind from wandering during trials. she doesn't feel the hair raising on her arms and her nape nor her heart beginning to beat harder until it's too late and an axe is colliding with the generator she was trying to work on. agatha gasps, falling back onto her ass to dodge it, scrambling back from the killer. she gasps as he works his axe free and turns toward her. her gaze flickers over the black and red outfit, then the axe. he isn't one she recognizes yet, so she's sure she just hasn't run into him yet. as he begins to approach, her heart skips a beat and she hurries to her feet, running off, only to corner herself. damn! how is she supposed to get out of this?

"PHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The laughter that erupts the soulless beast as he pulls his axe out of the generator as he sees the sparks fly from it. "These things are so fun to axe!!" His unblinking eye shifts to the faerie now.

So small, so obviously fragile...

He doesn't even run when she bolts. Simply taking long strides as he follows the marks she left behind. It was so funny, so cute, how she cornered herself. His breathing was heavy as he stared her down. "Do you now know where the dead-ends are? I know where they all are as well as those generators. I don't know what you guys are doing with them but it's so fun to see them blow up."

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Ugh we started at "I can fix him" and now we're at "I can love him and his psychopathic tendencies unconditionally."

just saying but aggie could probably be convinced to get nipple piercings—

there's a lot to consider, isn't there? nnoitra is her best friend, so if there's anyone she doesn't want to ruin her existing relationship with, it's him. even if things don't work out, even if they split amicably, it wouldn't be quite the same, would it? agatha doesn't want to hurt him, but at the same time, there was something about him asking for a date that she finds exciting. who better to go on a date with than a very good friend? there's no awkward chit chat, no weird getting-to-know-each-other stage. they can just be as they are with the added bonus of romance.

that, and agatha was trying to be more spontanous, to not put such an intense thought process behind one decission. a big decision, sure, but she wants to take the leap. she doesn't want to let her worries, her fears, or her doubts eat her up from the inside. she swallows and her thumbs hover over the touchscreen once more. don't overthink it, just do it. a smile forms on her lips as she begins to type.

> i'm game! > how about... oh! you know that new diner that opened up last month? i've heard great things about it. > it's near the theater! how about we meet there for a date? > how does 4pm today sound? maybe we could even walk over to the theater and catch a movie, too!

agatha sends the last message and sets the phone down, she did it. she's taken the leap, though maybe it's more like a series of leaps. swiping on his profile was one, messaging was another. but this feels different from the tinder dates that didn't go anywhere. already she has a really good feeling about this and it's overpowering the din of anxious thoughts in her head, pushing them to the back. oh, she's so nervous and excited at the same time! it's hard to contain herself, bouncing her leg as she awaits a response.

He was putting some real fucking effort into this shit. It was summer, which meant he had more energy than he usually did. That was the best time to look for a relationship. He'd be showing himself from his --- well --- least worst? Side. Yeah. He had no expectations. Why would anyone wanna date him? He had NO trouble finding people to sleep with. It was easiest for him to pick up guys, so in that department he could even be a little bit more picky, and choose the guys he found the most attractive. It wasn't as easy to pick up girls. They usually weren't in it only for sex. Most guys just wanted to try sleeping with a guy Nnoitra's size ( and no, not just his height )--- Women were more difficult. He needed to chat with them for far longer to get them out on a date, and Nnoitra was the worst when it came to small-talk ( and even worse if he had to text it ). He hadn't had that many dates with women, in the end. He'd never dated a chick, and he was beginning to understand why.

He was swiping tinder. He didn't swipe right on everyone, like he knew some guys did. He wasn't going to date an ugly woman. Pretty rich, coming from him, who didn't have much to show for in the looks-department.

He didn't necessarily reject women who were more on the chubby side. As long as they weren't straight-out fat. He'd prefer for her not to weigh more than him. It was too bad you only got a picture, and not a voice sample. A woman's voice was one of the most important things for Nnoitra. Or, rather, certain types of voices were an instant turn-off.

Left. Left. Left. Left. Definitely left.

He kept swiping.

Wait --- Wasn't that Agatha?

Yeah, that was her alright. He had no idea she was on tinder. He was holding his thumb over the screen, hesitating on which way he should swipe. She was incredibly nice. Not just your average "nice". She'd made him a whole-ass cook-book, just for him. It was the only reason why he'd been able to learn how to cook some basic things. She'd helped him decorate his apartment and made it "cozy". He always had a good time hanging out with her. She always - ALWAYS spoke kindly to him, without being condescending. She was girlfriend material. But they were friends. If she'd wanted anything other than friendship with him, then surely she would've given him some sorta... Sign. She had never flirted with him. He was, without a doubt, friendzoned. Had he thought about fucking her? OF COURSE. Nnoitra had thought about fucking all of his female friends ( and acquaintances ). That was just what a guy did.

He swiped right.

Fuck it. If she was horrified and disgusted by it, he could just laugh it off as an accident. Tell her he was just swiping aimlessly.

He took a chug from his beer bottle. It was early to be drinking, and it was still hours until he had to go to work. He should head out soon, actually. He'd been lazing on the couch for long enough. He was thinking of going to the beach again. He actually preferred to meet potential dates in real life, rather than online ( because he sucked at texting ).

His phone buzzed. A tinder message. He put his beer down, arching his brow slightly.

It was from Agatha.

She didn't seem... Disgusted at least. Like she said, she was surprised. He figured she was way too polite and timid to tell him straight out "sorry I'm not interested in you", so there was a good chance she was just trying to let him down gently here. He breathed out. DAMN he fucking hated mind-games. How should he reply anyway? Mah, he wasn't a coward, so he'd let his intentions be known.

to - agatha - 「 i'm up 4 a date」

to - agatha - 「 if u game」

Now, if she said "I just wanna be friends", he could still text her "I meant a friend date of course". Or whatever. He didn't want to fuck up their friendship over this. No harm done though. What COULD do harm was if they actually DID go on a romantic date, and it went horribly. He hadn't thought about that yet ( because he didn't think he'd get that far ).

it was confirmed, they would meet at the diner at four. oh, she's so excited!! even she didn't think it would get this far, assuming nnoitra would be perfectly fine with remaining as friends, but the faerie isn't complaining about him wanting a date. maybe it would work in the end and they could go on more and it could bloom into a real romantic relationship. she does hope it can.

agatha finishes her snack and soda, clearing up the garbage and quickly taking a shower. while she knows she doesn't have to impress him, it would still be good to show up to the date in something nice. once out of the shower and dried off, agatha picks out an outfit for herself. something light and comfortable, with it being summer and all. she puts on a white blouse with slightly puffy sleeves and flowers embroidered along the collar and sleeve cuffs, then a shin-length, sage green skirt that flared outward if she spun in it. next was a pair of knee highs and brown mary jane pumps. agatha checks herself out in the mirror, looking herself over. she looks pretty cute, if she does say so herself!

with some time still between now and her date, she takes the time to put her hair into long twin braids. she felt she had to do something with it. ah, maybe she'll cut it one of these days so it's less of a hassle to deal with. maybe she could ask nnoitra what he thinks. maybe that's not a first date thing. she could just ask if she gets any closer to making a concrete decision. agatha looks herself over once more. now she's all ready!

agatha grabs her phone, keys and her wallet, tucking them all into her bag. she pats clover's head, makes sure she has enough food and water, and heads out the door to her car. she turns on her radio to distract herself from the anxiety kicking in, tapping her thumbs against the steering wheel. agatha's sure she'll be less nervous once she gets to the diner. it's just pre-date jitters, that's all.

she pulls into the parking lot and grabs her bag, hesitating before heading inside. oh, boy, the place is a bit busier than she thought it'd be. well, it is a new diner, after all, but no matter! so long as both can handle it, it's perfectly fine. she scans the faces, looking for nnoitra's, smiling when she spots him. agatha heads towards the table, lightly tapping his shoulder. " i'm glad to see you here, nnoitra. " her smile grows and she sets her bag down on the booth seat, leaning it against the wall before sitting across from him. " i'm still a bit surprised you swiped on my profile, but... happy, too, and flattered that you'd show such an interest in me. must've been surprising to see me on tinder, huh? "

He was pretty much expecting her to say that "Of course we can hang out as friends", or something like that. It would be a kind, yet clear signal. It would tell him that she just wanted to stay friends and not try to take their relationship in a different direction, which would be fine by him. It wouldn't hurt his feelings. He wasn't THAT fragile.

What a surprise for him then, when she texted that she WAS game for a date. What the fuck --- He was getting excited about it. How stupid. He brushed a hand through his hair. He HADN'T expected to get this far. Okay. Shit. She was clearly interested, since she even suggested where they should go, as if to "seal the deal". Nnoitra was glad, since he always had troubles deciding where to take girls. He wasn't a very romantic person, and he always felt like he was choosing a disappointing location.

to - agatha - 「 hell yeah」

to - agatha - 「 c u at 4」

He stood up from the couch, and chugged his beer, like he was demonstrating his determination. It was a couple of hours until four. If he was going on a date he better get ready. Nnoitra wasn't the kind of guy who paid much attention to his appearance. There was only so much he could do to "improve" it after all.

First step was a shower. He usually wore his hair up in summer. He'd put it up once it was dry ( that took a while, it was so long and thick ). In the meantime he tried to find some clean clothes that didn't look like he'd fished them out of a dumpster. Something in colour, maybe. Almost all his clothes were black. Eventually he DID find a red t-shirt. It was relatively new and the colour wasn't faded yet. It was too hot outside to wear a hoodie ( unfortunately ). Nnoitra preferred to cover his skinny arms. Mah, Agatha had seen him in t-shirts before so she already knew how thin he was. No need to hide inside a big hoodie.

Black pants, red t-shirt and his usual boots... Yeah, outfit done. He put up his hair and he put some effort into it. He tried to make the bun less messy, but honestly - it wasn't very successful. Despite how he'd worn his hair long for almost his whole life, he STILL wasn't any good at styling it. Mah, whatever. Agatha already knew what he looked like so he didn't have to impress her with his looks ( there was no way for him to do that with anyone anyway ).

He stayed in his apartment until it was time to leave, so that he wouldn't get sweaty by walking around the city, or spill something on his clean clothes. THAT'S how dedicated he was here! Agatha better appreciate it ( a joke ).

He'd show up at the diner a while before 4, and grab them a booth. The diner was quite popular, so it was a good thing he could secure them seats. While he waited, he was looking at the menu. Was he nervous? Nah, but he was excited.