Coffee Date
Rose sat at Hello Cafe, waiting idly for her girlfriend @galactophorousaeolistic to appear. Rose fidget idly, the chairs, three total, groaning and shifting under the mass.
Rose Lalonde might have once been the kind of black clad devil may care goth whod fit right into the wooden walls and worn couches of Hello. She mightve sat at the stage playing a "original guitar piece" that was just a shuffled version of a anime song in accoustic. Rose was pretty sure she did that a few times.
But Rose grew out of being a child, she grew out of a lot of things, including her pink bubblegum skirt... but well only a little. It was already tastefully short to give freedom to her legs, her thick jiggling thighs were a charm point and Rose did her best to accentuate that in her routine, which meant that even out of uniform she never was really OUT of uniform. As a future cheerleader, the least you could do is perfect your look between practices. She even had a few designs to show Kanaya later, though she was worried they were a bit surface level stuff. Not REAL cheerleader material yet. Daddy Peixes only drooled over one of them.
Rose absently swirled the Pride March, a glorified milkshake with two espressos in it. The sprinkes swirled around, creating a rainbow layered effect. It wasn't sweet enough though. Rose sipped the creamy concoction. It was calories, which was just fuel for burning later, but it lacked weight. Kinda like her.
A large shadow glided past the windows of the establishment, briefly blanketing various pockets of the coffee shop in darkness as it seemed to circle around the building once fully before deciding to settle at the front door. Once the door opened however, the vision that greeted onlookers would seem more like a porcelain doll rather than some sort of shadowy force. Though, there would probably be a couple of other things that were noticed first.
“Is this the Place…?” A smooth voice muttered to herself as the entity ducked under the doorframe, though it still snagged itself at the edges regardless. “Seems-mmnph- Cozy.”
Deep emerald eyes not unlike those of a cat glided across the interior of the coffee shop, until finally settling on Rose. At eye contact, the woman, recognized as Kanaya, pushed herself fully through the front doors.
It has been a long time since the pair had seen one another. Properly at least. There may have been passing glances here or there, hallway entanglements and the like. The occasional snide comments aimed at one another for their various escapades. But they hadn’t really had extended time together in a good many months.
“Rose,” Kanaya hummed as she slinked forward, the tall woman looming over everyone and anything. Her eyes drank in the appearance of her friend, green eyes scanning every inch and curve on display. For it all though, her expression seemed entirely neutral.
As did Kanaya’s own outfit. While it was mostly blacks and whites, it was hard to describe the attire as purely goth. It almost had a somewhat sensible office worker look, if that office worker were halfway undressed. The white blouse matched her unnaturally porcelain skin almost perfectly, though the blouse itself simply could not remained buttoned. Thankfully, the burgeoning bust was kept modest by a lacy bra that almost looked like a pair of hands. Incredibly visible beneath the blouse, but she was covered at least. This was paired with a black skirt that barely contained the shapely legs of the woman, complete with sheer transparent black stockings and sleek high heels.
Her hand bag, at least, was adorned with various skull imagery and the like, along with several pins themed around the student council. It was perhaps the loudest part of her appearance.
Well, third loudest.
“You look healthy,” Kanaya mused, green lipstick as crisp as ever. “Thank you for agreeing to sate my Sudden Craving with me. I needed something to take the edge off.”
"Kanaya!" Rose beamed and rose to her feet, causing the entire store to turn their heads as the chair scraped on the wood. Granted very few people needed a reason to stare at a Lalonde so Rose ignored the fans for the real prize.
"Its been so long!" She says squeezing Kanaya tight, given the sheer height difference between the two Roses head barely scrapped under her girlfriends bosom. "Mumsie sends her kisses. Hows Jade?"
Kanaya snaked her arms around the smaller yet larger woman, leaning forward so that the other’s head was snugly tucked beneath her bosom. Something like a bird might do, maybe. Despite herself she smiled, if only because she was hearing Rose’s voice for the first time in weeks. Dammit, she hated what a sap she was.
“It has Been quite some Time. Happy to Hear your Mother still remembers me.
Jade has been… Difficult, these days. She Thinks Me Quite ill. I’ve hardly had a chance to go to proper classes these days.” She sighed dramatically, letting her face sink into her own bosom while her fingers stretched out along Rose’s lower back.
“Is it…just you today?” She asked, almost seeming suspicious. “A rare treat indeed if so.”
Rose leaned up, pushing against the bossoms resting on her shoulders to give a quick peck to Kanayas cheek. Kissing sure was difficult. Then again there was a lot of easier things for her lips to be used for with her now diminished size, so it wasn't all bad.
"Aw babydoll." Rose said trying to cup Kanaya's cheek but only being able to reach a boob, but she does her best to send her sincerity through a afectionate boob bounce. "Thats terrible. Those alpha types can get clingy if you let them. You have to let them still know they have to chase you or all they will do is try to keep you for themselves."
"And yeah!" Rose said, doing her best to turn in the bossom before her hips pressed against Kanayas legs, forcing the turn to stop lest she bowl the woman over. "The Thorns don't really like this place, not enough sugar, its all..." Rose waved a hand. "Elite. This is a place to meet project people."
Kanaya allowed the casual affection from Rose, not seeing any harm in it. She continued to remain generally curled around the other even as Rose turned away, stopping over the woman not unlike a very top heavy gargoyle of some sort. At this closeness it was impossible for Rose to fully detangle from her chest, just as it was hard for Kanaya to fully disengage from Rose’s hips.
She tilted her head curiously at the lack of sugar comment, if only due to the milkshake the stout girl seemed to be nursing at her table.
Still, not her place to question.
“Project people? For Class Projects or some Higher Calling?” She almost scoffed, but kept her tone even. Instead she just kept an arm casually draped along the others back while trying to get a beat on the cafe itself.
“Speaking Of, any recommendations? Anything I Should Order or is There Something You would like to Surprise Me with?”
"Yeah project people." She says, sitting back in her collection of chairs, and grabbing her milkshake, taking loud sips as she pats the fourth chair next to her. "You know, some woman love a project, some woman love a chase, and some woman love to be projects." She gestures idly, around, the cafe filled with breasts straining out of sweatervests, muscles caked onto button downs.
As if every pornographic fantasy in the world was dipped in a veneer of office work and garage band. "Violets waiting to be plucked and placed in pretty vases by sensitive gods who smell like the forest they were hewn from. Firestorms waiting for the match to burn for, all bundled up in repressed three piece suits and black coffee. Project people." She blows one a kiss and the woman swoons, a button flying in the air before Rose idly catches it with reflexes that didn't even exist a few years ago. "People are like stories, or they want to be like them at least. The restaurants, the outfits, they are roleplaying their own vicarious projections. All the marketing in this town is just... playing into those fantasies."
"Including that menu!" She thumbs to a chalk board hanging on a wall. "They havent changed it in years, and the changes they do make is just on a little clear plastic stand. But they keep it in chalk as if it COULD change to feel rustic, to feel like this place was made in a moment of inspiration, because they want you to have that moment." She sips her drink, absently plucking a cherry and plopping it in her mouth, in a second she withdrew it, stem in a bowtie she placed on the table, the ruby fruit itself gone.
"So I'd order a cortado."
Kanaya frown as she listened to Rose speak. She had almost forgotten how much her friend had changed over the years. So casually referring to the plights of others in this place without much concern… it was a bit unusual to listen to.
Her eyes darted down to the stemmed bow tie on the table, then blinked back up at her old friend.
“Mm. Noted. Well a cortado sounds Workable.”
She pried herself from Rose’s figure to make her way towards the front counter, waiting for as long as necessary before making her order.
“Good Evening. I am Not Sure what sizes are on offer, but would I Be Able to have the Cortado in the largest Size available. Ideally with a ratio favoring Heavy Cream instead of Milk. Six Sugars. A few shots of chocolate syrup or Syrup Sugar otherwise. Maybe with Some Ice Cream to cool it off.
Honestly Maybe Just pour it over Ice and Blend it. Throw in a couple shots of any other ingredients you Think I Am Missing Out On. I am not sure what the specialities are. But I want The Full Experience…”
Kanaya licked her lips, suddenly snatching a napkin up to dab up some drool from her chin.
“…oh, and an extra espresso shot to balance it all out. If you Please.”
