“Do Natsu, I too like you. A lot.” The blond felt the blush return with a vengeance, no doubt his face matched the tablecloth at this point. Not only her words but the gentle caress of her fingers and the touch of her lips against his fingers.. The Spymaster felt like a twelve-year old. Save for the fact that a twelve-year old would likely know better how to behave himself in such a situation. “Your salmon, madam and monsieur.” Takeshi spoke, pulling Natsu out of his revelry and Haruka’s hand out of his own.
For a moment, Natsu considered killing the man. Finally the Jonin had gotten to what had to be at least third base with the Shima woman and now the maître was happily interrupting that moment for salmon. Of all things to bother with! Sir, the Kingslayers are attacking. Sir, your coat is on fire. Sir, you should not drool so obviously over the woman. Yes, those were relevant matters to inform Natsu of at such a time. Not that the salmon was ready. Sighing, Natsu nodded and Takeshi presented the duo with their plates and cutlery. “Shall you be deciding on the wine then, monsieur?” Finally relenting, the Jonin nodded.
As he opened the menu with one hand, Natsu was hit uncomfortably hard with his inexperience when it came to wine. Certainly, he had drank it before. But the Shinobi had never been tasked with picking one. Certainly not out of a two-hundred item list, filled with names that each sounded more obscure than the previous one. “Any wine in particular you prefer? Red or white, perhaps rosé?” Natsu asked, subtely sneaking his hand forward as he spoke to touch Haruka’s again. Feigning ignorance about the action, he pretended to be fully focused on picking out a wine. After the two had chosen, either one of Haruka’s picking or a ‘Chateau Montagne – Rouge Filles’ on a random guess by Natsu, Takeshi nodded and departed again.
Natsu’s fingers in the meanwhile would hopefuly have found themselves entwined with Haruka’s as he tried a bite of the salmon. “Not bad.” He offered, a little uncertain what he could say at the moment. “Have you chosen your main dish yet?” He inquired, before boldly offering his own idea. They had been very open just now after all. “Truth be told, I’m not too used to this fancy stuff. I have half a mind to just ask for the burger. At least that I know wouldn’t kill me.” The Jonin said, only half-jokingly. Hopefully Haruka would share similar sentiment and not smack him over the head with the menu.
[Word Count: 434]
[Marked for Training]
For a moment, Natsu considered killing the man. Finally the Jonin had gotten to what had to be at least third base with the Shima woman and now the maître was happily interrupting that moment for salmon. Of all things to bother with! Sir, the Kingslayers are attacking. Sir, your coat is on fire. Sir, you should not drool so obviously over the woman. Yes, those were relevant matters to inform Natsu of at such a time. Not that the salmon was ready. Sighing, Natsu nodded and Takeshi presented the duo with their plates and cutlery. “Shall you be deciding on the wine then, monsieur?” Finally relenting, the Jonin nodded.
As he opened the menu with one hand, Natsu was hit uncomfortably hard with his inexperience when it came to wine. Certainly, he had drank it before. But the Shinobi had never been tasked with picking one. Certainly not out of a two-hundred item list, filled with names that each sounded more obscure than the previous one. “Any wine in particular you prefer? Red or white, perhaps rosé?” Natsu asked, subtely sneaking his hand forward as he spoke to touch Haruka’s again. Feigning ignorance about the action, he pretended to be fully focused on picking out a wine. After the two had chosen, either one of Haruka’s picking or a ‘Chateau Montagne – Rouge Filles’ on a random guess by Natsu, Takeshi nodded and departed again.
Natsu’s fingers in the meanwhile would hopefuly have found themselves entwined with Haruka’s as he tried a bite of the salmon. “Not bad.” He offered, a little uncertain what he could say at the moment. “Have you chosen your main dish yet?” He inquired, before boldly offering his own idea. They had been very open just now after all. “Truth be told, I’m not too used to this fancy stuff. I have half a mind to just ask for the burger. At least that I know wouldn’t kill me.” The Jonin said, only half-jokingly. Hopefully Haruka would share similar sentiment and not smack him over the head with the menu.
[Word Count: 434]
[Marked for Training]
