There's A Lot To Consider, Isn't There? Nnoitra Is Her Best Friend, So If There's Anyone She Doesn't

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 ).

" no, i love that a lot, really. i love when people feel they can be themselves around me. " she tells him, her smile growing even more. it's really one of the best feelings in the world, being told someone wants or is trying to be themself around her. " yeah, i know how people can be about appearances. i can promise you won't face any judgement from me for dressing how you want. " agatha gives a firm nod.

" oh, pretty much everything. " she says with a laugh, heading toward the counter with him now. " there's a lot of sweets here, like mini tarts, cupcakes, pastries, stuff like that. a lot to choose from. " agatha points out some of the sweets in the display case. she pushes her glasses back up her nose as she straightens up to look at cash. " if i don't feel like trying something different, i usually go for my favorite here: their mini strawberry-rhubarb tarts. they're so good. " she breathes out the last sentence. " the coffee is really good, too, so if you want that, i might have some myself. "

   well  -  his  outfit  got  the  laugh.  at  the  very  least  it's  better  than  a  condescending  stare.  some  even  walked  out  when  he  showed  up  dressed  like  he  normally  does.  it  sets  the  expectations;  and  he's  relieved  she  accepts,  tolerates  and  even  finds  amusement  in  it.  he  offers  a  wide  grin  and  gives  an  open  armed  shrug. 

   "figured  it's  best  i  just  give  ya me.  no  sense  showin'  ya  somethin'  you're  not  gonna  get  twenty-four  seven.  s'how  i  make  my  first  impressions.  that's  how  i  know  if  things'll  work  or  if  there's  gonna  be  an  issue  or  i  ain't  up  to  a  specific  expectation.  some  people  are...  yeesh.  y'know?" 

   he  purses  his  lips  for  a  moment,  dragging  his  gaze  to  the  front  of  the  shop.  "so,  uh...  i  don't usually  go  to  these  places.  what's,  y'know,  good  here?"  he  turns  back  with  a  sheepish  grin.  "i'll  admit  to  a  sweet  tooth  preference.  usually  double  sugar  double  cream  in  the  coffee  typa  guy."

" oh, th-that s-sounds gorgeous! " agatha beams, lacing her fingers under her chin. she's sure she must've loved it when her husband proposed with it at the time. " it is! a-among other colors, l-like yellow a-and— and p-pink. i-i l-love all colors, b-but g-green is up there at the top. still, i-i-i think i'd be just as happy w-with a ring w-with a yellow and pink stone, too. "

@fiorserpen

"All gems are beautiful." Lisa Lisa said. "But I agree, my late husband George got me a ring with a gem that matched my eye color. It was a gold and sapphire ring." She mused. "I take it green is your favorite color?"

a laugh leaves the faerie and she gives a nod, though, even with a hell of a green thumb of her own, it never crossed her mind to grow such things. agatha takes a drag now herself, exhaling it through her nose as she gets more comfortable. " m-my p-parents wanted to get me into therapy a-and onto medicine, but th-they c-couldn't afford it. " she murmurs, rubbing her neck. would her life be any different if they'd been able to get that stuff for her? agatha isn't sure. she's gone so long without ever having had any of that stuff that... she isn't sure who she'd be after trying it when she's so used to feeling the way she does. she opens one of the bags of chips now, placing it between herself and donna. " i-i w-wonder what it is about this stuff that g-gives you the munchies. "

@fiorserpen

Donna took a hit and slowly let the smoke leave through her mouth. "I have a green thumb." She told Agatha. "So I took to it naturally." Next to doll making, she did enjoy gardening quite a lot.

"Not to mention this stuff helps with anxiety. Otherwise I'd be on pills and... That's not quite as enjoyable." She joked. "But, everyone's body is different for a reason." She sighed.

@coolrpblog

" fuck you, i choose who i want, and i choose you, dumbass. "

wanted to make a post about some of aggie's abilities but i can't form the thoughts into sentences that make sense so you're getting a list of her sensory no's instead

sherpa. can't stand the stuff

microfiber

cotton yarn. hates how smooth/soft it feels

soggy food. always wears gloves when doing the dishes

loose hair getting tangled around her fingers or sticking to her body (like when she's bathing)

lotions that leave her skin feeling too oily or waxy

chapstick that makes her lips feel waxy

high-pitched squeaky noises

clothing tags (she does save them tho for washing/care instructions)

clothes and blankets that are itchy (like if they're made from wool)

"mystery" things in meat (large chunks of fat, pieces of cartilage, bone, etc)

anyone chewing with their mouth open