[ SORRY SPIKE they're either 1) hidden somewhere in a box or 2) thrown out her window (she is not on the ground floor).
BUT when he arrives he'll find Lottie's place predictably stylish, clean, minimalist and with the usual strange decor. Paintings of plants and high heels angled just so on coffee tables, magazines with her face on them. The only mess he'll see is the mountain of food containers neatly spread out across her kitchen counter when she opens the door. ]
[ spike slouches in, predictably, wearing his usual messy suit with the sleeves rolled up and loose tie. he's got the swordfish parked some distance away, the usual flight gloves discarded in the cockpit, and looks all the world as if he happened to condescend to drop by.
well, except for how quickly his eyes go to that mountain of restaurant ramen, and how they brighten.
lottie's apartment is always strange to him, and not just for the furnishings; the bebop is always chaotic, and always noisy, and has never been neat a day he's lived in it. but he shrugs, makes an obligatory grumbly sound (without heat) as he shucks off his shoes before crossing to the kitchen. ]
What is all this?
[ he doesn't recognize the restaurant name, stamped in loud letters across the containers. ]
[ Spike acts like this is a chore, like he is being inconvenienced to be here to devour all her free food, but she can see the spark of interest in his eyes. The way he perks and perches over the massive amount of containers. She meets him on the opposite end, leaning forward with elbows digging into the counter. ]
Food, duh.
[ In typical Lottie fashion she bypasses answering immediately, instead reaching over to pop open the lid off one of them to reveal...!!!! The broth. The one beside it that she cracks open are the noodles, all the tasty things between like the chashu, the egg, veggies. It's still hot, fresh, letting loose a swath of steam above it. ]
It's ramen. And then some sides and stuff..
[ 'And stuff', she says, like she didn't get most of the appetizers for one of the greatest foodie pics of her careerβ all on her company card!
(Her credit card.)
Her eyebrows furrow, something like judgement teetering onto her face, ] Do you not want it?
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[ and that information BETTER be good because she made him pay 20,000 woolongs for it!! ]
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it's not a big deal! lol
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i have them
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i'm not gna do that
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But will she say that?? (No.) ]
why don't u ask faye
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wyd later btw
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who's asking?
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me
duh
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[ that's not an answer???? ]
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what a shame
guess i'll have to eat all this food by myself
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you're BUSY so
what does it matter
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i could make time
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anyway be here by 7pm
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[ he has NOT forgotten about that lottie!!!
but ok whatever he will, in fact, be arriving around 7 at her place. ]
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BUT when he arrives he'll find Lottie's place predictably stylish, clean, minimalist and with the usual strange decor. Paintings of plants and high heels angled just so on coffee tables, magazines with her face on them. The only mess he'll see is the mountain of food containers neatly spread out across her kitchen counter when she opens the door. ]
Shoes off, please!
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well, except for how quickly his eyes go to that mountain of restaurant ramen, and how they brighten.
lottie's apartment is always strange to him, and not just for the furnishings; the bebop is always chaotic, and always noisy, and has never been neat a day he's lived in it. but he shrugs, makes an obligatory grumbly sound (without heat) as he shucks off his shoes before crossing to the kitchen. ]
What is all this?
[ he doesn't recognize the restaurant name, stamped in loud letters across the containers. ]
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Food, duh.
[ In typical Lottie fashion she bypasses answering immediately, instead reaching over to pop open the lid off one of them to reveal...!!!! The broth. The one beside it that she cracks open are the noodles, all the tasty things between like the chashu, the egg, veggies. It's still hot, fresh, letting loose a swath of steam above it. ]
It's ramen. And then some sides and stuff..
[ 'And stuff', she says, like she didn't get most of the appetizers for one of the greatest foodie pics of her careerβ all on her company card!
(Her credit card.)
Her eyebrows furrow, something like judgement teetering onto her face, ] Do you not want it?
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