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rivers of london: thomas nightingale

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Who: Thomas Nightingale (

ettersberg) & various
What: dinner dates, accidentally stumbling about questers, a month in the life of one (1) thomas nightingale
When: january
Where: olympia
Warning(s): n/a (will warn in subject lines if anything comes up)

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[ Clark wastes only a moment looking Thomas up and down, and to be fair, it's a rather nice view. Nothing prurient, just admiration, and a faint smile lights his face as he offers his arm.]

You'll have to show me the way.

Of course.

[ thomas does not fluster under the gaze; he is too old and too secure in his own self to do such a thing, but the way clark looks at him still makes warmth blossom in his chest. ]

I hope you'll enjoy the place I picked. [ with that, he closes the door to his place behind him and links his arm through clark's as though it is perfectly natural. as though he had not grown up in a time when his interest in other men was still criminalised. ]

[ Clark gives his arm a very small squeeze as they start walking.]

I've got full faith in your taste.

[ He ducks his head a little, teasing. ]

Outside of the company, of course. I wouldn't want to come off as boasting.

I happen to think I have good taste in company, too.

[ for a moment, thomas finds himself smiling, something warm and firm, directed solely at clark. ]

[ And Clark soaks it in with obvious delight, giving Thomas a faint squeeze to his arm in reply. ]

Who am I to argue with that?

[ He tips his head jauntily towards the path in front of them. ]

Tell me about where we're going?

It's a small place.

[ thomas is glad to indulge clark's request. gladder still to have made clark smile, to have made him look so delighted. there's something powerful in that, in a way that thomas hasn't felt — hasn't let himself feel — in a long time. ]

If I had to compare it to an Earth cuisine, I'd say Italian comes closest.

That sounds very appealing.

[ He leans in just a little. ]

Both the size and the sort-of-Italian. Northern Italian or Southern Italian?

I'm inclined to say South, but I'd be guessing. I really haven't eaten there often enough to say for certain.

[ but going by the menu, that's his guess.

clark leans in and thomas finds himself wanting to mirror the movement. after a moment, he does. ]

[ Clark will stay as close as that to Thomas if he can, and he might just lean in, lean up, and very gently peck a kiss to the man's cheek. ]

I'll have to see for myself then.

[ there's no pause in thomas' step at the kiss, no hitch in his breath, but there is a small smile around his lips a moment later. ]

I hope you'll enjoy it.

[ the walk isn't terribly far and they arrive shortly after, thomas reaching for the door to hold it for clark. ] After you.

I'm sure I will. Even if the food isn't to my liking.

[ Yes, that's a compliment, Thomas. He likes you. ]

[ that gets a slight pause from thomas after all, something warm settling in his stomach. clark is so open and easy in his affection, unflinching in his warmth.

it's -- nice, to say the least. ]

And yet, I still hope you'll enjoy the food.

[ That gets a chuckle out of him, because- ]

Honestly, I'm sure I'll love it. It already smells great from here.

I had a pasta the last time I came here, and liked it.

[ which is, of course, why they're here. back here, in thomas' case. the restaurant is small, tables and chairs mismatched in a way that manages to be charming, and a waiter bustles toward them immediately. ]

Ah. For two, please.

It's kind of amazing, how some things maintain between different... [ they're out and about and while he's keeping his voice down, he doesn't want to break the rules, ] places. Noodles, or pasta... how you can find them where you're from, where I'm from, here...

I suppose food is as universal as it gets.

[ in all their variety, people do always need to eat. ]

[ He'll walk along with Thomas to wherever they're guided to and there'll be an attempt to hold out a seat that he'll start to abort before looking to Thomas curiously.]

At least the need to eat. And flavor profiles, etc.

Though it does make me curious if there's anything like Indian food here.

There is a place in Wyver that reminded me of Indian food.

[ thomas doesn't know wyver well, but he did spend some time there back when they were all more or less forcibly relocated. ]

I haven't found that place. I'll have to get the location from you some time.

[ He settles into his own seat with a bowing gesture to Thomas as thanks for finding them such a lovely place. It really is nice in here. ]

There's a rib place that my roommate and I tend to get take out from. Other than that, I usually just cook.

Of course.

[ thomas inclines his head. ]

I should probably do some more cooking, myself. [ or... any. no, he's not entirely hopeless. just very much not used to it. ]

Not everyone has the time.

My... well, my friend who's still up in stasis, she'd get take out any time she could.

Her mind had other things to deal with.

[ He shrugs. ]

I just find cooking to be very soothing, personally.

I've only ever done it out of necessity, really.

[ he'd always been in institutions that had food prepared in some fashion— and then there'd been molly. ]

It started that way, but I guess it became something of a ritual for me.

[ He offers a lopsided sort of smile. ]

Something useful, but also sort of meditative.

I'll have to try it, then.

[ thomas smiles back, after a moment. ] Perhaps you could share some recipes with me.

Anything but my mother's apple pie recipe.

[ That comes with a conspiratorial lean in. ]

Otherwise, she'd never forgive me. The rest, though, you're welcome to.

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