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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[cupiditates]

there's my uptown girl

bet i can guess which one

this is my worst tag ever

[moochobliged]

my downtown man [and several fire emojis]

go ahead and guess.

im making those icon keywords

[cupiditates]

Buddakan

damn it

[moochobliged]

[how dare you fucking read him like that]

just because i'm asian??

jk but yeah they know me there.

[cupiditates]

because why the fuck would you take us to a french restaurant

ask nice and i'll buy us wine

[moochobliged]

for crepes, who do you think i am?

i don't know if i want wine.

[cupiditates]

a kid i use to eat what bar food's about to expire
you're right
that one's on me

/i/ want wine
you don't have to have any

[moochobliged]

i'm hungry, not discerning.

so i don't have to ask nice?

[cupiditates]

No, you do. You just don't have to have it if you don't want to. but if you do: ask nice.

tomorrow at eight, yeah? i'll see you then

[moochobliged]

so many rules...

see you tomorrow!! [and some more fire emojis, good night babe.

And he will indeed be waiting outside the bar at eight the following night, leaning against his (dad's) car like he is the coolest thing. The car is nice but not too nice, because he knows what part of town he's in (so, by Ling's still skewed standards, it's like a brand new Lexus). Ling has made the effort to dress nice, sports coat and pressed shirt and everything, which for him is effortless, but he doesn't wear a tie. Forget the tie.

Do appreciate his hair up in a very classy bun, though. He spent time on it.

Greed has about a minute before he starts getting spammed with emoji until he comes outside.]

[cupiditates]

[He is ten whole minutes late like a cool dude, and also because he had to go through a no-man's-land of opinions and gentle roasts from his staff, what the fuck, guys, is he not their boss, does he not rule over their paychecks, fuck off--

--but there he is, a little more dressed down than Ling, definitely louder, but still on the acceptable side of classy. He has a tie, like an adult, which is why the waitress will inevitably like him more. But it's worth the wait, isn't it? It better be.

It's certainly worth the wait on his end. He grins to see Ling, all done up like the trust fund boy he is. The hair is a nice touch, though he laughs as he sees the car.]

Better hand over the keys quick before that gets jacked.

[because obviously he is driving]

[moochobliged]

[Look, Ling is the sugar daddy here. Sugar boy? What the fuck ever, he's paying, the staff wishes they had pretty rich boys who wanted to take them on fancy dates.

Ten minutes of extra waiting evaporates when he sees that Greed is actually wearing a tie, like he asked. He looks good! Still very clearly a sleaze from the bad part of town, but maybe the bad part of town in question now is where the houses are one story instead of three, and not here.]

What? No.

[Get in the car? Don't be difficult.]

You look nice.

[cupiditates]

[take him from third class steerage as he is, rose]

Yes. And yeah, I do, thanks for noticing--

[He walks around to the other side of the car, JUST GONNA GET IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT, come on Ling we've got places to be--]

[moochobliged]

[It's fine, he's just learning he's still attracted to Greed without the overblown bad boy look.

That's his (dad's) fucking car, Greed—]

Hey now, get up! I have the keys!

[He jingles them pointedly.]

[cupiditates]

[No, that's him slamming the door. A beat, and he beckons to Ling through the window. Come along.]

[moochobliged]

[This date would be canceled if canceling wouldn't then tip it over into attempted grand theft auto. Ling takes a moment to stop and give him a rude gesture before he marches around to the passenger seat and gets in the car.

Here, take the damn keys.]

You already moved the seat, didn't you? I had it perfectly set...

[cupiditates]

You've got the easiest problems, you know that?

[But as he takes the keys, he leans in, stealing a quick kiss before Ling can think about it. He flashes him a little look, smug and teasing, and turns on the car, pulling out just a little too quickly.]

There's people who'd kill to get behind a car like this, and I do mean literally.

[moochobliged]

[Please be good to his daddy's car! Not because he's worried about damaging it, but like, he likes this car. He picked it on purpose because it's his favorite.]

Do they at least obey traffic laws? I want to make it to dinner.

[cupiditates]

Relax. This isn't my first drive.

[He's admittedly going too fast, weaving through cars, but he handles the car well, driving smoothly without a hint of tension. And yeah, it's definitely to show off, but what of it?]

Where's your tie?

[moochobliged]

[He's not hot and bothered for fast driving, but showing off is cute? Swing and an almost miss.]

I never said I'd wear a tie.

[cupiditates]

[Get better kinks??? What the hell turns you on, Ling, why are you a mystery . . .]

Brat.

So what'd you tell your dad before you grabbed the car? Or did you just run off with it?

[moochobliged]

[dark beer]

I just left! [Of course.] We don't talk much.

[cupiditates]

Ahhh. The puzzle pieces start falling into place. No wonder you came down to this side of the city.

[This side is rapidly becoming that side; they're going to be at the restaurant within five minutes.]

[moochobliged]

Because I don't talk to my father...?

[Don't bring up his daddy issues before dinner, that's kind of rude. Hmm. Well, as the neighborhood starts getting nicer,] I made reservations!

[cupiditates]

Shit, we are eating fancy tonight.

[With a valet and everything, who looks absolutely scandalized as Greed pulls up too sharply, so ha ha, this night was a success even based on that. It's a quick affair to flip him the keys and sling an arm around Ling, guiding them both into the restaurant.

Which is . . . big. Very big and very quiet, all hushed voices and lightly clinking silverware. As far a cry from the Devil's Nest as you can get, and just a little too hoity-toity for Greed's tastes, but hey! He'll give it a shot.

he's not dropping the issues thing, though. Just waiting til they're settled.]