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[ Speak of the little devil and he shall appear.

Once the boys are inside and Tarr hands off the bag of cat treats, there's Cheshire standing next to them as if he were there the whole time, staring up at the bag with rapt attention. ]

... somehow I'm not surprised. [ David flashes a quick grin before he raises an eyebrow at the cat. ] Really.

Anyway, let's get these set down. You doing alright otherwise, barring the fang problem?

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[ Okay, Tarr and animals were a thing. Everyone who knew him knew that he just liked to be around them and pet them but he unfortunately couldn't keep an animal at his apartment. So he just did stuff at the shelter instead. With the appearance of Cheshire, he crouched down to pet the cat. ]

That I'm a crazy cat lady in the body of a hot jerk?

[ He has heard all the jokes and wasn't upset by them. They were technically true after all. ]

I also had a memory of some woman dragging me to her boat.

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[She burrows into his chest, hating the tensing of the corners of her eyes that signals the threat of tears. Several friends have given her advice on what to do with Minato, so she honestly doesn't need any more-- at least, not right now. But today is essentially an effort to follow their suggestions. She doesn't need to cry, doesn't need to worry about her brother. She just needs a day to relax. To step back and remember that she is Minako, not Minato's sister.

So with herculean strength, she swallows it all down, meeting his gaze with dry eyes.]

It's okay. I do want to tell you everything eventually, it's just that things keep happening and we haven't been able to see much of each other, and... [An exhale.] After all this time I'm still sorting out my feelings about it. For today, can it just be about us instead?

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Right.

[ David lets out a huff of air before springing forward, reeling back with a punch as he focuses to try and keep the flame going around his hand while he throws the hit, aiming for her stomach. ]

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Yeah, sure. Definitely.

[ David gives a small smile, framing her face with his hands before giving her a sweet kiss to try and help take her mind off of it. ]

Come on, let's keep going. [ He shifts a little to grasp her hand and gently take it in his while they continue walking. ]

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[Gods, that hurts. Minako grits her teeth against a gasp when David's fist drives into her stomach, trying to focus on other things instead-- how much flame she can see around his fist, how much of her clothes it manages to singe, and the strength of the punch compared to when he's punched her there before.

The evidence is pretty conclusive: he's much more powerful when he has fire in his hands. Duh. She could've told him that before. But tonight is for testing how long he can keep it up, too, and while she staggers and skids back from the force of the punch, after a moment she's straightening her shoulders, raising her hands. This time, she's going to come back at him.]

Again! Don't hold anything back!

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[The kiss helps a little, but it still takes a good ten minutes of walking and leaning into his warmth for her to shake off her mood, turning her thoughts over and over in her head like a raffle drum and hoping that the one that comes loose will solve all her problems. If only it were that easy. But finally she nuzzles his arm and looks up at him, her smile thanking him for his patience with her.]

Do we still have time before our reservation? Because I'm kind of feeling like running through the jungle gym right now.

[The swings have never failed to lift her up, figuratively and literally.]

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Yes. Basically.

[ He flashes Tarr a quick grin before he sets everything down on the counter, leaning back against it while he bites his lip. ]

You think she was a vamp like you?

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[ David pulls out his phone to check the time, letting out a hum - ]

Yeah, think we're good for a bit yet. [ He grins at her, raising his eyebrows a little in a challenge. ]

Wanna race over there?

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[ Cheshire let himself get petted for a short time before going to stare up at the treats because those were far more important than anything else. Tarr watched the cat move on and sighed before standing up and walking over to poke around for something to drink. Sure it wasn't his house, but he had been there enough to treat it like it was. ]

Yes. She had no trouble lifting me up by my throat and throwing me around and she was a tiny little European woman dressed like a male sailor.

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[She grins.]

You bet I do!

[She might regret it later when she's all sweaty and they're going to walk into a nice restaurant? But right now it sounds like fun. And with a laugh she dashes off without him.]

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[ And that is exactly why David's next to the treat bags so that he doesn't try to get to them.

In the meantime, he watches Tarr go toward the cupboards and runs a hand through his hair. ]

Jesus. What's with us getting manhandled by women half our size.

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[ He poured himself some water and took a sip, watching the cat that was watching the bag of treats. He was kind of surprised that the other cat wasn't around, but he knew that the princess of the house tended to do her own thing because of reasons. ]

We have rotten luck with women?

[ It was barely a joke considering that both him and David dated both men and women. ]

I'm trying to figure out why me to be honest. There is nothing special about a simple fisherman.

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[ Luckily one, David's the one who suggested it, so he obviously doesn't mind all that much; and two, the place they'll be going for dinner won't care all that much either.

He does quickly move to try and catch up with her, already able to catch up in only a few quick strides. Perks of having longer legs, apparently. ]

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[ Though really the smell of treats has definitely piqued Dinah's interests, she's just taking her sweet time getting there. Maybe to use Cheshire as a distraction while she goes for the treats.

They're weird that way.

David snorts at the comment, though. ]

Maybe. Or at least our old selves or whatever did. I'm doing just fine right now, thank you very much.

But can't say. You mentioned getting an old-time portrait with you two and a couple others, right?

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I've noticed.

[ Cats know how to tag-team just like humans, though these two were not above selling each other out over winning the favor of their humans. Cheshire moved to block the other cat, or at least to make her appearance more apparent to the humans standing around. ]

Something like that, yes. [ He had almost forgotten about it, but he took out the folded photo from his wallet and handed it over. The portrait was large filling up one wall and showing a ship flying its colors proudly, men of all races standing in pirate finery with a woman sitting on a looted throne in the center. Tarr was conspicuous in his lack of finery, his position at her feet, and the hand she has wrapped around his neck. ] Most of them look like models, so I thought it was just some weird thing, except that's the person who dragged me to the ship.

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[Curse his long legs, except not really, but seeing him catch up, she squeaks and pushes herself to run faster. And while she's pretty fast, she's still no match for him, especially not in nice heels. She'll arrive about fifteen seconds after him, panting and leaning against the jungle gym trying to catch her breath.]

Oh...my gosh...