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Summary: Mikhail and Marshall go for pizza at the mall. Marshall knows what's coming.
Date: April 3, 2010
The First Date
Rating: PG
Westchester - Salem Center Food Court
Entering the mall brings its visitors right to the Food Court. A wide open area with tables and chairs sprinkled around it, its edges lined with a wide variety of fast food choices. Pizza, burgers, ice cream, chicken, Chinese, smoothies, you name it, you got it.
It's Friday afternoon and Mikhail is feeling pretty nervous, today is his first date with Marshall, hes dressed in black jeans, a black button up shirt, a black tie, black sneakers, sunglasses, his dirty blond hair is gelled into spikes, he's walking with Marshall towards the food court, he'd take his hand but his palms are sweating.
Marshall himself is wearing no tie, but has never felt the need for one. He is, however, wearing a collared shirt in bright blue, along with black pants to work with it. He's unable to escape the large grin on his face. That, and the consistant reach for the hand at his side. Despite sweating palms, he doesn't care. "So…" he says, looking at Mik with a blush. "What do?"
Mikhail is a little over dressed but he was unsure what to wear, when Marshall makes an attempt to hold his hand he takes it, he may be nervous but he likes holding his hand, he looks to him a nervous smile on his face, "Urrm, food?, what you want eat?"
"Anything. As long as with you, don't care. Could eat raw." Marshall snickers and winks up at Mikhail. "You invite ME on date. You choose." He laughs, looking happily before he runs his other hand through his hair.
Mikhail smiles at the raw comment, but figures Marshall is joking, "What about pizza, pizza is nice, but don't put in toaster", he points towards a pizza place, "Or find somewhere nicer?"
"Toaster?" Marshall blinks, before shaking his head. "No, not in toaster. Pizza fine." He says with a nod. "Pizza. Drinks. Maybe dessert at yogurt shop after." He says, biting his lip. "Is all good. Either way."
Mikhail nods and pulls Marshall towards the pizza place, when they get there he walks over to table and waits for Marshall to sit down then sits down himself, "What would you want?"
"Hmm. I'm good pepperoni. Mushroom. Salami. Almost anything." Marshall grins, giggling as he's pulled along into the place. "Cast Iron Stomach. Eat anything. Nothing don't like."
Mikhail nods as looks at the menu, and looks for one with pepperoni, mushroom and salami on it, he can't find one with just those but the pizza places specal, has those as well as ham and peppers, "Be right back", he puts down the menu, gets up and walks towards the counter pulling money out of his pocket.
Marshall sits and waits as Mik goes to do what he needs to. While he's gone, Marshall takes some of the napkins and starts folding them into interesting shapes. A lotus. A crane. An elephant…
Mikhail returns and sits down, "They bring it over when done", he looks at the thinks Marshall is making, he likes them, he still has the wolfs head that Marshall made the first time they met, "You have good day?"
"They do." Marshall says with nod. "Always good day. Have friends. Have school. Have you." He says with a nod as he reaches across the table to touch Mik. He's a very tactile person, but that's been fairly obvious for a bit.
Mikhail puts his hand on Marshall's, this is so weird, so normal, "I like you Marshall", he bites his lip, hand runs a hand though his hair.
"I know. Like you too." Marshall grins. "You know that. Not change. Just different." He says with a bit of a shrug. "We change. We go on." He offers, patting the hand.
Mikhail smiles at Marshall, then admits something, "I not sure what supposed to do on date, do you?", he sqeezes his hand.
"No. Just spend time. Talk." Marshall says with a bit of a laugh. "Awkward conversation. Confession of attraction. But know that already. Otherwise, wouldn't be on date." He grins. He looks down briefly before nodding. "and figure things out."
Mikhail nods, "Ok, figure thing out, i like you, you said you like me, i want to keep see you, boyfriend", that the closest that Mikhail can word his feelings.
"Then, we do that. Boyfriend." Marshall says with a bright nod. "But… they will change room. Can't date roommate. Against…s chool rules." He says, shrugging softly.
Mikhail smiles, "Will not let it happen quietly, will put up a fight", he's gonna get in trouble but figures it's worth it, "Or will just climb in your window".
"Can come visit my room anytime. Just can't live in same room. Is ok. We be fine." Marshall laughs as he winks at Mikhail. "We do just fine. Others live that way. Others date in different rooms. We be fine."
Mikhail nods, "Yes we be fine, we can date, we see in class, figure it out", he's mentally going over his class schedual and comparing it to what he knows of Marshall's.
Marshall nods succinctly. "So, good." He says as he reaches out to squeeze the hand before the pizza arrives. Along with drinks.
Mikhail looks round when the pizza arrives, suddenly realising that he's hungry, Marshall being there is messing with his appitite, "Thanks", when it's put down he waits for Marshall to take the first piece.
