[Sunday has to take note about Gallagher's appearance, as well. He looks more put together than he usually does and it shows. Sunday finds himself feeling a bit satisfied with seeing him like that. His shirt and tie look... very good. Gallagher should clean himself up like this more often. Although he might silently admit to himself that he doesn't mind Gallagher's tousled hair.]
It's not often that I want to be treated. Although, you made a rather convincing argument with your cheesecake the other night.
[Sunday takes his seat.]
The Malbec will do just fine.
[It seems he isn't being too picky about tonight, either.]
Have you looked at the mirror? You look more radiant than me.
[ Once Sunday takes a seat, Gallagher excuses himself to grab the bottle of Malbec, pouring the appropriate amount of wine in the glasses he's already set on the table. He puts the bottle down soon after, within their reach should they want more. Now all that's left is to enjoy the meal, so Gallagher sits down soon after.
Even the cutlery is set up just as they would be in fancy restaurants. Some might be off just a few centimeters, not pixel perfect like Sunday would have liked, but it's clear the Hound put in some effort.
He gestures at the spread of food. ]
Not bad, right? Hopefully it's to your liking, just like the cheesecake.
[Once they're in front of their dinner and drinks, Sunday does take a sip of the wine first. Maybe to silent his slightly frayed nerves. He's fine, of course. Just flattered.]
You've done well, Gallagher. I'm impressed. And I'm sure everything will be delicious.
[Maybe he won't even nibble at his food like a bird tonight!!]
[ Gallagher can't help but be endeared by Sunday's reaction.
The man himself can be quite adorable even when he's not aware of it— perhaps even more so because he remains clueless to his appeal. He's sure he isn't the first one to comment on Sunday's beauty, but maybe the man is more affected because his words are actually sincere rather than simple flattery.
There'll be plenty more where that came from, he thinks. ]
I'm glad you think so, but go on and have a taste. I made this all for you.
[He is very flattered right now. He can clearly see all the honest work that Gallagher has put into all of this. Having someone make such sincere effort towards him that isn't his sister is ... very sweet. He doesn't get this treatment very often, as most others are very cordial or professional around Sunday.
He's totally and utterly unaware of how many admires he might actually have. He knows he's good-looking. But his sister is the popular idol, not him.
He takes his utensils and cuts a piece of meat and delicately places it in his mouth. He chews, savouring all the flavours and seasonings... It doesn't quite taste like food from a dream. But he can't be sure.]
[ If Sunday remains unaware, then at least that means there's more of the man for Gallagher alone. He's always been greedy when it comes to this.
His head tilts at Sunday's question, a small smile playing on his lips. ]
Even I can't override how things work in a dream, but I did do something special to them so they taste better.
[ Will he explain? Not really. Just Fictionologist things. He's hoping Sunday won't ask, because he wouldn't know how to explain it in a way that won't make things complicated between them. ]
[ How Sunday looks while he's eating Gallagher's food brings a smile to the old Hound's face. If only he can reach out and press a kiss to his forehead, but he'll behave for the time being. ]
Someone has to spoil you here and there. I'm just happy you gave me a chance.
[ Because it's not like Sunday allows himself such indulgences, so it might as well be Gallagher who provides them. ]
I'll let you enjoy the food now.
[ Because he'll do the same, eating his share like a happy puppy. ]
[Sunday watches Gallagher tuck into his meal. He does look like a happy puppy, if he had a tail, Sunday figures that it would be wagging right now. It's almost amusing and Sunday allows himself a small soft laugh at the picture. Gallagher is so easily pleased...
He'll start on his food as well, enjoying it with small bites and sips of his drink too.]
I'll have you know I don't let just anyone treat me to a dinner like this. You might think that you're spoiling me but perhaps it's the other way around.
[ At least, he thinks that's what Sunday is trying to get at here. Which is all good with him, really, because it's not everyday someone can say that they were allowed to feed this pretty Halovian. ]
But you know, you'll be truly spoiling me if you let me do this again soon enough.
[ Don't mind him asking for a next time. Sunday can always say no, of course. ]
[Truthfully, Gallagher expected the other man to reject him. After all, the two of them are on opposing paths, but to have Sunday say that he wouldn't mind continuing this arrangement— it does things to his tired, old heart.
If he had dog ears, they would have perked up out of happiness right now. ]
You already know the feeling is mutual or I wouldn't have asked. Next time will be an official date, then.
[Perhaps a part of why it's a bit thrilling is because they are on such opposing paths. Sunday finds it somewhat troubling but ... He also cannot help but to want this time with Gallagher.]
It's official then.
[He enjoys another bite of his meal. There is a slight blush across Sunday's cheeks and his wings twitch oh so slightly.]
Next time, I'll be sure to come with a gift for you.
[... He has to give something in return. After all this gentlemanly effort that the other man has given him.]
[ That— catches Gallagher offguard. His eyes widen slightly before they shift back to their usual tired gaze. A smile plays gently on his lips. ]
You don't have to. Your reaction to everything is more than enough for me. [ He's always been easy to please. ] ... But I won't turn it down if you really want to give me one.
[ Maybe it won't be so bad getting spoiled here and there too. ]
What if I want to get you a gift? Will you still refuse it?
[ Those wing twitches... It takes everything in him not to reach out and pet them, but luckily for Sunday, he's stopped by just the mere fact that they're sitting down right now. ]
[Sunday sighs, unsure how to even handle the idea of Gallagher getting him gifts to spoil him. Sunday likes his luxury, of course, but... Gifts from Gallagher might seem more than just superficial things. love tokens]
[ Gallagher isn't going to be the type to give expensive things. After all, he knows that Sunday is someone who can get whatever he wants, no matter the cost, so he'll have to be more creative with this.
Acts of service come to mind, just like making him dinner. ]
Don't worry. I'll let you spoil me first before doing anything else.
[ Maybe that will make it easier for Sunday to accept the spoiling... ]
[Sunday would absolutely and silently enjoy acts of service just like this. He's already having a pleasant dinner as it is. With the present company. Things like this, he wouldn't feel as put out by being spoiled.
Although, Gallagher's response almost makes him chuckle.]
Is that so...? Then you'll have to tell me what sort of gifts that you might like. I assume someone like you has everything he might ever need right here in this bar.
[ That makes Gallagher tilt his head before offering Sunday another smile. This one, however, is just a tiny bit hard to read. ]
Contrary to your belief, I don't have a lot of things I can call my own.
[ After all, what good would it do when he's a Fictionologist? Getting attached to this reality is just asking for a terrible ending, but— he knows he's helpless in this case, unable to resist wanting something from Sunday, no matter how selfish that desire may be. ]
Perhaps a new lighter, or a matching set of glasses. I trust your taste.
[He had been expecting something like that from the other man. Gallagher doesn't seem like the type of man that would want for much. Given what he is and the path he follows.
Sunday does look contemplative, though. He would like to gift Gallgaher something. In return for all of this effort, in the least.]
Then perhaps something like that. Or ... a new tie. If you'll allow me to tie it for you.
[Once that isn't so crooked... Sunday's undeniable urge to straighten that tie out will never die.]
[ That prompts him to raise an eyebrow. It shouldn't surprise him that Sunday wants to tie it for him, considering the man's need for neatness and control. He nods once with an amused smile on his lips. ]
Sure, I'll let you fix me up however you want. I'll be your doll.
[ And Sunday can dress him however he'd like. The idea of a makeover from Sunday is tempting enough, so he wants to see what the other man would do with that much freedom. ]
[It does make Sunday very curious. What would Gallagher look like when he's in a properly tailored outfit and a neat tie...? His chest and shoulders in a proper dress shirt, even? Sunday can't deny that he does have this urge to see to it. He wants to make it happen. It's a little bit of control he can have that is also lightly mixed with the desire to see Gallagher looking... very neat and handsome.
Sunday lets out a small contemplative hum. He lets himself glance over Gallagher's frame, as if he's making mental notes of his measurements.]
Would you be alright with me dressing you in more than a proper tie?
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It's not often that I want to be treated. Although, you made a rather convincing argument with your cheesecake the other night.
[Sunday takes his seat.]
The Malbec will do just fine.
[It seems he isn't being too picky about tonight, either.]
You look... very nice.
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[ Once Sunday takes a seat, Gallagher excuses himself to grab the bottle of Malbec, pouring the appropriate amount of wine in the glasses he's already set on the table. He puts the bottle down soon after, within their reach should they want more. Now all that's left is to enjoy the meal, so Gallagher sits down soon after.
Even the cutlery is set up just as they would be in fancy restaurants. Some might be off just a few centimeters, not pixel perfect like Sunday would have liked, but it's clear the Hound put in some effort.
He gestures at the spread of food. ]
Not bad, right? Hopefully it's to your liking, just like the cheesecake.
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[Once they're in front of their dinner and drinks, Sunday does take a sip of the wine first. Maybe to silent his slightly frayed nerves. He's fine, of course. Just flattered.]
You've done well, Gallagher. I'm impressed. And I'm sure everything will be delicious.
[Maybe he won't even nibble at his food like a bird tonight!!]
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The man himself can be quite adorable even when he's not aware of it— perhaps even more so because he remains clueless to his appeal. He's sure he isn't the first one to comment on Sunday's beauty, but maybe the man is more affected because his words are actually sincere rather than simple flattery.
There'll be plenty more where that came from, he thinks. ]
I'm glad you think so, but go on and have a taste. I made this all for you.
[ So he wants to see Sunday enjoy everything. ]
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He's totally and utterly unaware of how many admires he might actually have. He knows he's good-looking. But his sister is the popular idol, not him.
He takes his utensils and cuts a piece of meat and delicately places it in his mouth. He chews, savouring all the flavours and seasonings... It doesn't quite taste like food from a dream. But he can't be sure.]
This... Is it all real ingredients?
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His head tilts at Sunday's question, a small smile playing on his lips. ]
Even I can't override how things work in a dream, but I did do something special to them so they taste better.
[ Will he explain? Not really. Just Fictionologist things. He's hoping Sunday won't ask, because he wouldn't know how to explain it in a way that won't make things complicated between them. ]
Does it not taste good?
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No, it's very delicious.
[He means it too! Sunday eats more with a small pleased smile on his lips and his wings twitching slightly. It's tasty.]
Thank you. For going through all this effort, as well.
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Someone has to spoil you here and there. I'm just happy you gave me a chance.
[ Because it's not like Sunday allows himself such indulgences, so it might as well be Gallagher who provides them. ]
I'll let you enjoy the food now.
[ Because he'll do the same, eating his share like a happy puppy. ]
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He'll start on his food as well, enjoying it with small bites and sips of his drink too.]
I'll have you know I don't let just anyone treat me to a dinner like this. You might think that you're spoiling me but perhaps it's the other way around.
[...]
You look happy.
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[ At least, he thinks that's what Sunday is trying to get at here. Which is all good with him, really, because it's not everyday someone can say that they were allowed to feed this pretty Halovian. ]
But you know, you'll be truly spoiling me if you let me do this again soon enough.
[ Don't mind him asking for a next time. Sunday can always say no, of course. ]
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Are you asking me if this could be a steady occurrence between us? I wouldn't mind that. ... I enjoy spending time with you.
[Would this be considered courting? Would they be dating? ... Sunday isn't opposed to the idea. Although, he wonders if he should keep it hush-hush.]
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If he had dog ears, they would have perked up out of happiness right now. ]
You already know the feeling is mutual or I wouldn't have asked. Next time will be an official date, then.
[ As if answering Sunday's mental inquiry. ]
I'll have to plan a better surprise.
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It's official then.
[He enjoys another bite of his meal. There is a slight blush across Sunday's cheeks and his wings twitch oh so slightly.]
Next time, I'll be sure to come with a gift for you.
[... He has to give something in return. After all this gentlemanly effort that the other man has given him.]
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[ That— catches Gallagher offguard. His eyes widen slightly before they shift back to their usual tired gaze. A smile plays gently on his lips. ]
You don't have to. Your reaction to everything is more than enough for me. [ He's always been easy to please. ] ... But I won't turn it down if you really want to give me one.
[ Maybe it won't be so bad getting spoiled here and there too. ]
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[Sunday says back evenly in return. He looks a bit flustered on the spot still but he has already made up his mind.]
It's only the proper and polite thing to do when two people are ... spending time together. As we are.
[Dating.]
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I would never dream of turning it down, since it'll be a gift from you.
[ His head tilts, his smile turning playful. ]
I'll just have to make sure I'll spoil you equally.
sorry for the delays!! <3
There's no need to get me a gift in return. This has been more than enough.
[He says that but his wings twitch shyly anyway. It's annoying, but he can't help himself. Gallagher's attention is something he likes. This dog...]
you are totally fine 💜
[ Those wing twitches... It takes everything in him not to reach out and pet them, but luckily for Sunday, he's stopped by just the mere fact that they're sitting down right now. ]
Maybe I won't tell you, when I want to spoil you.
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[Sunday sighs, unsure how to even handle the idea of Gallagher getting him gifts to spoil him. Sunday likes his luxury, of course, but... Gifts from Gallagher might seem more than just superficial things.
love tokens]If you won't be convinced, then I won't stop you.
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Acts of service come to mind, just like making him dinner. ]
Don't worry. I'll let you spoil me first before doing anything else.
[ Maybe that will make it easier for Sunday to accept the spoiling... ]
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Although, Gallagher's response almost makes him chuckle.]
Is that so...? Then you'll have to tell me what sort of gifts that you might like. I assume someone like you has everything he might ever need right here in this bar.
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Contrary to your belief, I don't have a lot of things I can call my own.
[ After all, what good would it do when he's a Fictionologist? Getting attached to this reality is just asking for a terrible ending, but— he knows he's helpless in this case, unable to resist wanting something from Sunday, no matter how selfish that desire may be. ]
Perhaps a new lighter, or a matching set of glasses. I trust your taste.
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Sunday does look contemplative, though. He would like to gift Gallgaher something. In return for all of this effort, in the least.]
Then perhaps something like that. Or ... a new tie. If you'll allow me to tie it for you.
[Once that isn't so crooked... Sunday's undeniable urge to straighten that tie out will never die.]
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Sure, I'll let you fix me up however you want. I'll be your doll.
[ And Sunday can dress him however he'd like. The idea of a makeover from Sunday is tempting enough, so he wants to see what the other man would do with that much freedom. ]
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Sunday lets out a small contemplative hum. He lets himself glance over Gallagher's frame, as if he's making mental notes of his measurements.]
Would you be alright with me dressing you in more than a proper tie?
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