[She'll be waiting outside by the time he gets there, although she might be hard to spot given her extremely nondescript outfit. A sweatshirt and jeans, the hood even thrown over a baseball cap. It's not like she tries to stand out on a regular basis anyways, but this is almost comically incognito.
But, y'know, there's no turning a flower coming out your eye incognito.]
Hey. [Yet her greeting is as casual as ever when she sees him. There's totally nothing weird going on here, right!!]
[Ragna has pretty much given up on trying not to stand out. Not because his fashion sense has changed in any way, but his white hair is enough to get him a fair share of judging looks. He figures it makes him stick out like a sore thumb, but once he hears a familiar voice and turn to see Rose, he suddenly realizes he might not have it that bad.
At first, he just sort of gapes at her ─ and really, who can blame him? There is a flower in the place where she used to have a perfectly normal eye. There are many pressing questions on Ragna's mind right now, such as "What the fuck" or "How the hell" or "Jesus fucking Christ" (the last is not actually a question). Eventually, his brain catches up and he just lets out a sigh, reaching to scratch the back of his head in resignation.]
... Y'know what? I'm not even gonna ask. Pretty sure I know where you got that from.
[It starts with "Re" and ends in "spec". So now that they've got that covered, his initial instinct is to ask if she's alright, but he hesitates at the last second. Mostly because he's fairly sure no one who has a freaking flower growing out of their eye is "alright". Besides, he figures she wouldn't even admit she's not fine (he knows he wouldn't if they switched places). Not to mention he probably wouldn't be the first person to ask that, and he imagines it must be getting old by now.
With all that musing out of the way, Ragna finally realizes he's been silent for a little too long and now things are getting pretty awkward. Still, he does his best to play along with the whole casual thing Rose is clearly aiming for here.]
... So, we're heading in?
[Not as smooth as intended, but he's trying, okay?]
[She can feel a muscle in her jaw leap at the gaping, but she takes a deep breath and tells herself to calm down. It's not like she can blame him, after all. Even if she's pretty sick of it after a few months of it, at least she can say she's kind of used to it. For better or worse.
When he really doesn't ask about it though, the tension in her shoulders fades away. Aggressively ignoring the issue is really all she can ask for and all she really wants, and she had a feeling Ragna would get her not wanting the concern. She's sure it's there, and it's appreciated on some level, but she appreciates just not talking about it even more.
So with the obvious awkward issue out of the way, she nods and starts walking.]
[As much as Ragna likes to think he doesn't care about anyone or anything, it's hard not to worry at least a little bit when seeing her like this. People aren't supposed to have flowers growing out of their eyes ─ but there again, neither are they supposed to turn into giant eight-headed monsters, so perhaps he has no room to speak here. And hell, what good would that even do for her? The only thing he can really do for Rose is to ignore this and treat her normally.
So without further ado, he follows her inside the restaurant.]
Same. The shit with everything being bland and tasteless was worse than if they had taken all the colors of the rainbow away.
[If there's anything he finds himself being grateful for since the whole Retrospec mess has started, it's the fact they managed to fix that... whattheycallit... unreality bullshit in a timely manner. His life is miserable enough without taste being taken away from him, thank you very much.]
Fuck, don't remind me. That was the absolute worst fucking time of my life.
[Is she exaggerating? Maybe juuuuuust a little, but honestly not by much. How are you supposed to enjoy life's simple pleasures when you can't even taste cake??? And she's definitely still bitter about the money she spent on a cake only to lose taste the next day, okay.
As they enter the restaurant, the person at the front desk definitely raises an eyebrow at them, but the customers further inside are all dressed to different degrees of casual to formal even with the swanky and fancy interior. She knows a few places with dress codes thanks to her clients at work, and they're never worth the hassle in her opinion. Besides, giving Ragna a gift card to a place like that wouldn't have worked out for a lot of reasons.]
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But, y'know, there's no turning a flower coming out your eye incognito.]
Hey. [Yet her greeting is as casual as ever when she sees him. There's totally nothing weird going on here, right!!]
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At first, he just sort of gapes at her ─ and really, who can blame him? There is a flower in the place where she used to have a perfectly normal eye. There are many pressing questions on Ragna's mind right now, such as "What the fuck" or "How the hell" or "Jesus fucking Christ" (the last is not actually a question). Eventually, his brain catches up and he just lets out a sigh, reaching to scratch the back of his head in resignation.]
... Y'know what? I'm not even gonna ask. Pretty sure I know where you got that from.
[It starts with "Re" and ends in "spec". So now that they've got that covered, his initial instinct is to ask if she's alright, but he hesitates at the last second. Mostly because he's fairly sure no one who has a freaking flower growing out of their eye is "alright". Besides, he figures she wouldn't even admit she's not fine (he knows he wouldn't if they switched places). Not to mention he probably wouldn't be the first person to ask that, and he imagines it must be getting old by now.
With all that musing out of the way, Ragna finally realizes he's been silent for a little too long and now things are getting pretty awkward. Still, he does his best to play along with the whole casual thing Rose is clearly aiming for here.]
... So, we're heading in?
[Not as smooth as intended, but he's trying, okay?]
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When he really doesn't ask about it though, the tension in her shoulders fades away. Aggressively ignoring the issue is really all she can ask for and all she really wants, and she had a feeling Ragna would get her not wanting the concern. She's sure it's there, and it's appreciated on some level, but she appreciates just not talking about it even more.
So with the obvious awkward issue out of the way, she nods and starts walking.]
I'm starving honestly. You?
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So without further ado, he follows her inside the restaurant.]
Same. The shit with everything being bland and tasteless was worse than if they had taken all the colors of the rainbow away.
[If there's anything he finds himself being grateful for since the whole Retrospec mess has started, it's the fact they managed to fix that... whattheycallit... unreality bullshit in a timely manner. His life is miserable enough without taste being taken away from him, thank you very much.]
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[Is she exaggerating? Maybe juuuuuust a little, but honestly not by much. How are you supposed to enjoy life's simple pleasures when you can't even taste cake??? And she's definitely still bitter about the money she spent on a cake only to lose taste the next day, okay.
As they enter the restaurant, the person at the front desk definitely raises an eyebrow at them, but the customers further inside are all dressed to different degrees of casual to formal even with the swanky and fancy interior. She knows a few places with dress codes thanks to her clients at work, and they're never worth the hassle in her opinion. Besides, giving Ragna a gift card to a place like that wouldn't have worked out for a lot of reasons.]
Table for two, please.