🥂💋 Dating Reflorished NPCs (head cannons) 💋🥂
When Camo initially asked you out, you assumed he meant it as a friendly gathering, but after seeing him calm down when you agreed you quickly found out it was a bit more than that.
He took you to a diner, one that was old-fashioned. He had thought about taking you somewhere nicer (like a steakhouse), but he ultimately didn't because he didn't want to have to dress nice.
Camo was never the shy type, but when he was sitting across from you, you could tell he seemed a bit nervous. Of course, he'd never admit it, but the way he avoided your eyes and stayed quiet let you know that.
He spoke little about himself, more curious about you. He asked pretty basic questions: "Er... what do you do for work?, Seen any good show lately?, Are you into politics?"
The date was mediocre and a little boring until you mentioned something about Zomboss. He suddenly exploded and started ranting about him. It took him a moment to realize his outburst, but when he did, he looked at you, a little scared he'd ruined the night. Then... you suddenly agreed with him. His eyes lit up and he began to laugh.
The rest of the night was spent with the both of you ranting about Zomboss and other things you found annoying. Eventually, the combination of your volumes and hot takes led to you getting kicked out of the diner.
Grumbling, Camo offered to buy you dessert at another place. You agreed, and he ended up taking you to a custard place.
The Nanny had asked all around town for a replacment for a day when she decided she was going to ask you out. When she finally found one, she asked you. Despite her desperation beforehand, she didn't show it to you when she asked you out. It was a very casual question, like it just came to her mind as she said it. She didn't even verbally acknowledge you when you agreed, but she was very happy.
She invited you to a shoddy pub on the outside of Zombopolis. When she was young, this was apparently her go-to spot. It wasn't crowded by any means, but there were a few zombies there (shady looking zombies).
The Nanny didn't order much food for herself, but she did order a surplus of drinks. Before long, her displeased grumbles about her life turned into sobs about her life. You listened, no matter how uncomfortable the situation was, and even offered a few tokens of wisdom and sympathy.
After a while, she stopped and then started to giggle. She reached over the table and pulled you, embracing you, drunkenly snickering. "#?!$ it! If this is gonna be the ONE night I don't have to watch over those evil devils, I'm gonna enjoy the !$?# out of it!" She let go of you, smiling for the first time that night.
The rest of the night, the Nanny talked and joked about things she did when she was younger, even a few things she witnessed the imps doing. Despite the rough start, you actually enjoyed yourself. She was so perfectly snarky and sarcastic. Surprisingly enjoyable when she wasn't burdened by being a babysitter.
When the night was over, you left with her, helping her home (she was far too drunk to do it herself). She openly flirted with you as you drove her home in her car.
The ABS were desperate to take you somewhere, but they were all too shy to ask. With their combined power, however, they had just enough confidence to suggest the idea. When you agreed, they were over the moon about it.
They all had different ideas on where to take you. Of course, they didn't bicker about it while you were around, but when you left, the three zombies squabbled about it. Stilts wanted to take you somewhere to eat, but something that wasn't too stuffy. Greg thought it'd be nice to take you on an outdoor date, maybe the park. Grim Brim thought something like an escape room would be fun.
Eventually, they came to you for an answer. You casually offered the first thing you thought of, the carnival that was in the area for the week. Without second thought, they all agreed, treating your suggestion like it was something so obviously perfect.
It was a nice sunny day at the carnival. There was a giant beautiful Ferris wheel and plenty of game booths, as well as food trucks all around. They let you lead them around, offering to win you prizes and buy you snacks as you did.
It was a pleasant time until you walked by a dunk tank clown. The clown (doing his job) started laying into stilts. When Greg went to defend his boss' honor, the clown did the same to him, and then to Grim Brim. The three got angry and immediately bought a handful of balls, trying to hit the target to dunk the clown.
They weren't very good, though. They missed the target with their balls, throwing them all around it, some even at the caged clown. All the while, the clown harassed them. It wasn't until the ABS began to give up, defeated and ashamed, that you decided to have a go at it. Surprisingly, you hit the target with your first few throws, dunking the clown into the water.
The boys immediately lit up, surrounding you and praising you like it was the most impressive display. Greg had even picked you up to hold you in the air like some sort of monarch.
When they finally calmed down, and set you down, they continued to follow you around. This time, however, they bought you things and won you things without question, basically suffocating you with gratitude. By the time the night was over, you had about 40 stuffed bears and 11 deep fried Oreos.
Hunterria didn't understand why she felt the way she did about you. She saw people as either comrades or part of her pack, but when it came to you, she saw you as someone she wanted to place higher than that. After an investigation on pop culture (AKA an internet search), she discovered it was because she saw you as a potential partner (or as the internet said, a hot single).
The search had given her plenty of steps to proceed with to advance her relationship with her. A romantic rendezvous is one of the things she landed on. When she asked you out, she didn't cover it up or try to hide how she felt. It was almost robotic how she put it so bluntly. Despite that, you still said yes.
Hunterria decided to take you on calm walk through the woods. She typically only went through the woods if she was on a hunt or she was playing with Wolfy, but she had read somewhere that walks at night could be romantic.
She pointed out the names of wildlife she spotted as you both walked. She was surprisingly knowledgeable despite being a former cave-woman. It was nice and quiet. Past your gentle conversations, you could hear the ambience of the forest. The distant howls of wolves, the chittering of bugs, the faint blow of wind. The quiet presence of wildlife made you remember how much less you interact with it now that Dr. Zomboss had interfered with the world, wiping out habitats for factories and Zom-bots.
Halfway through the walk, Hunterria froze and looked off the trail you both were walking on. She smiled and grabbed your hand, pulling you along with her as she ran off the path. You gasped as she began to climb up the side of a hill, dragging you along.
It was hard to keep up with her. She was fast and agile. Thankfully, she helped you up, pulling you by your arms until you reached the top with her. She pulled you more a couple of steps before you saw what she was trying to show you. There was a clearing of trees at the top, allowing you easy sight of the skies.
She sat down, and you followed. You both stared up at the sky. It was purple, polluted with the chemicals that were constantly pumped into the air. Surprisingly, though, you could see stars. There were scattered in the air like a thousand glowing birds. They sparkled like rhinestones as you admired them.
You two didn't exchange words as you sat there. It took almost twenty minutes until she even got up. She led you back down the cliff, helping you back towards the path as she followed.
It had been a busy week. Drama after drama after drama... Miss Information needed a change in pace. After work, she called you and asked you to meet her for dinner. She smiled happily as you agreed to it.
She went home and redressed. She needed to get out of her work clothes and let her hair down. She didn't dress up insanely fancy, but she did look nice and presentable for where she planned to take you. The restaurant she had picked was nice. You'd heard only good things about it since it opened up. She messaged you, telling you to get a table while she took a cab over.
You were seated at a table, but you requested it be somewhere in the back. From what you gathered, she wasn't exactly fond of being seen in public. Crazy fans and whatnot. When she arrived and was led to the table, she smiled happily at where it was.
Miss Information spoke in bold, perfectly like how she was conditioned to, being on live television and all. It took her a few moments to register she didn't need to be like that around you. She dropped the act, relaxing as she spoke, more casually.
She spoke of her week. Actually, more like ranted. She talked through her chews, so angrily about how some random news article online poked holes in her credibility and had apparently spoken to "random zombies" about their personal (and poor) experiences with her. Despite the article coming from a virtually irrelevant source, the story blew up and had been trending for the past few days.
You leaned down to hold her clenching hand as she ranted, calming her coming stress. She turned her hand to hold yours, grateful that she was here and not back at work. Miss Information looked up at you, smiling sincerely. She sighed, letting go of your hand and straightening up once more.
The rest of the night, she let you talk. She feared she'd already said too much in public. "You never know if the press is one booth away!" She said, laughing sadly.
Lucky didn't like to beat around the bush. The moment he thought of asking you out, he immediately offered it. When you accepted he wasn't surprised at all. He considered himself very desirable, after all.
He took you to a steakhouse. One of those really nice ones you had to make reservations and dress up for. He picked you up the minute he said he would, holding a bouquet of flowers out to you as you opened the door. Lucky didn't give you a second to admire them before he wrapped an arm around your waist and leading you to his car.
When you arrived, he helped you out of the car like a gentleman would. He even pulled the door open for you, grinning down at you as he did so. He did all the talking to the waiter, taking initiative. You assumed it was him trying to be a gentleman up until he started to order for you. You quickly interrupted, taking over and ordering what you actually wanted. Lucky seemed surprised, but he let you.
That was about the only thing he did that annoyed you that night. The rest of the date was better.
Lucky spoke on and on about himself. A lot of talk about how many admirers he had and how you were lucky to be sitting across from him. When you spoke, he smiled at you, staring intently. He examined you as you spoke. Maybe he was projecting and he was actually the lucky one to be sitting across from you. It may have been a reach, but he seemed very enamored.
The night went on and you both ate your food when it arrived. It was all excellent. In the background of the restaurant banter, you could hear the beautiful tune of a live jazz band playing. It was truly a premium dining experience.
When the check came, Lucky took it without second thought, opening his wallet and thoughtlessly placing a handful of cash on the table. He stood up and offered you his forearm to grab. He walked you out, smiling to himself.
When Greedy first thought of taking you out, he totally ignored it, deeming it a distraction for his work. It took him about a month before he finally gave in and asked you out. He didn't technically threaten you into saying yes, but he did have some of his guys (armed) with him when he asked you.
He took you to an older Italian spot, one he had as a front for shady business deals. Thankfully, they did actually serve food. All the lights were dimmed, very intimate. You and Greedy were the only real customers inside the place. He must've had the place cleared before you showed up.
While you sat together, he spoke little about his personal life, but much about his love for possessing things. It made sense given his name. He tried to avoid saying mushy things to you (mainly about how he felt about you or why he asked you out), but he did occasionally compliment your features.
When you both finally got your food, you could see how much he had gotten for himself. You hadn't ordered as much, but every now and then, you caught him stealing stuff off your plates. Eventually, you gave in and started just giving him some of your dinner.
Greedy indulged happily. After finishing, he noticed your stomach grumble a bit. Despite himself, he felt a little guilty. When you went to the restroom, he secretly ordered the entire desert menu for you. When it arrived, he pretended he knew nothing of it.
After dinner, he offered some of his guys to escort you home safely.
(some of these take place after or during their dates sorry for inconsistency >_<)
It wasn't long after your first date that you two kissed. He was sitting on a bench, doing a word puzzle on a newspaper. You sat beside him, helping him when he didn't know the answers.
You had asked him about his gas mask somewhere during the conversation. While explaining it, he decided to take it off so you could examine it better. While you did, he went back to filling in blanks on the newspaper game.
When you finished inspecting it, you gave it back to him. He was about to put it back on before pausing. Suddenly, he turned to you and smiled, leaning in to kiss you.
You backed away initially, out of pure instinct (surprise mainly). When he noticed, he immediately backed away, embarrassed, his usual gruff demeanor demolished into a shameful one.
When you realized what he was trying to do, you moved closer, placing your hands on his gas mask as he tried to put it back on, pushing it away from his face. When he looked at you, confused, you moved in to kiss him.
He made a surprised grunt when your lips met, but he instantly melted into it. His initial surprise caused him to drop the gas mask entirely. Camo didn't move to pick it up, even after your lips disconnected, as if he had already forgotten all about it.
While driving home from your date with the Nanny, she sat in the passengers seat, giggling and hitting on you openly. It was very uncharacteristic of her, but she was quite drunk.
She was very touchy, grabbing your shoulder and rubbing your arm as you drove. Nanny played some music on the radio while you drove, singing loudly and terribly along with the songs. It was very entertaining.
When you finally reached her residence, you parked and walked around the car to help her out. Not that she was that drunk, but you figured it was the right thing to do regardless. She stood up and leaned against you, letting you catch her. When you did, she gave you small kiss, giggling.
You flushed, completely taken back by her forwardness. While leading her to her door, she held onto you, basically pulling you along with her movements.
"Won't you stay the night? My bed has room for two!"
While on the date, you noticed the Ferris wheel that towered over the carnival. Since you were a little sick of them handing you plushies, you figured that would be a nice way to calm down the mood.
The line was long, but finally you got into a little pod. Surprisingly it could fit all four of you, though it was a tight squeeze. You sat beside Grim, across from Greg and Stilts (Stilts and Greg were secretly very jealous of Grim). The seating was meant to hopefully balance the cart.
You all spoke to one another, Stilts praising you for dunking that clown earlier. Greg agreed, and then asked you if you liked the plushies and prizes they won for you. Grim muttered something under his breath you couldn't hear.
You turned your head to ask what Grim said, but accidentally brushed your lips against his. Immediately, Grim sat up, surprised and blushing terribly. Greg sat still, surprised as well. Stilts was the first to speak up, jealous by the sounds of it.
"Wha- that's not fair! Why does Grim get a kiss?"
"I don't think that counted as a kis-"
Immediately, Stilts moved forward towards you, reaching up to kiss you, which you allowed happily. The two other zombies stared, a bit dumbfounded.
"Hey, that's not fair. I've won most of the prizes!"
Before you knew it, you were being pulled around for kisses. It was very flattering, but a bit overwhelming. You honestly couldn't tell if they were doing it because they actually wanted to kiss you or because they wanted to make each other jealous. By the time they were done, you were covered in kisses, most likely blushing as red as a tomato.
Hunterria had been hardcore studying the language of love. She'd been following every tip online on how to proclaim love to another person. She was perplexed by the idea of a kiss at first, but eventually decided to try it out.
She found you in public, immediately telling you of her findings. The idea of her being so bluntly open about wanting to be romantic with you still felt really silly, but you didn't tell her that.
She asked you if you had heard of kissing, assuming it was an underground technique. When you told her you knew about it, she seemed surprised, asking you to show her how to preform a kiss.
It was very forward considering what she was asking, but you knew she didn't mean it in a way meant to make you uncomfortable. Very gently, you placed a hand on her face, not wanting to trigger some hunter instinct. When she seemed to trust you, you slowly moved forward and pressed your lips to hers.
You pulled away after a few seconds, flushing terribly. She stared at you, blinking.
Miss Information had invited you to one of her weather reports. She let you chill in her dressing room while she worked. Before she went live, however, she sat at her vanity, applying a new kind of lipstick.
She explained how it was meant to be non-smudging. She had an issue with lipstick rubbing off on her drinks while she was on air, so she figured she'd try something new out.
When she finished applying it, she rubbed her thumb against it, curious to see if it would smudge. She suddenly got an idea and called you over.
She pulled you by your chin into a kiss, humming against your mouth. You stood there when she pulled away, completely stunned. She smirked as she saw your lips, free of lipstick marks.
You met up with Lucky for a romantic meet up. He leaned down as soon as he saw you to kiss you hand, gentleman-like. Lucky decided to take you downtown to browse the local shops.
The entire time, he couldn't keep his hands to himself, pulling you into his side, stroking your cheek, offering his arms to you to hold onto...
He finally gave into his desires, pulling your face up to his and giving you a kiss. It was deep and long, and he held your face against his the entire time. When he finally backed away, he stared down at your mouth for a few moments, breathing deeply, like he was entranced by how soft your lips were.
Finally, he regained his posture, moving away from you and continued the date like nothing happened. You were blushing, the wind knocked out of you, but you followed along without a second word.
Greedy wasn't one for mushy stuff, so he never really tried to kiss you while you both were together. It took him a long while before he finally did.
You two were getting dinner. It had been halfway through the date before he sensed you were losing interest in him. Whether you actually were or not, the idea that he couldn't have you scared him.
He placed his hand over yours. He honestly felt that alone was already too much for him, but when he saw your perked up expression, he couldn't get enough of it.
Greedy continued to do romantic things, making his guys bring you roses, chocolates, and finally he couldn't help himself. He leaned over the table and kissed you, uncharacteristically so. After it was done, he drank in your loving expression, and then forced himself back into his usual nonchalant exterior.
Sorry for the long wait! Life happened. Also sorry if there's any typos or terrible grammar. I am VERY sleep deprived.
