‘ who the fuck is JIM, and why the hell would i beat em up ? ‘ the man thinks to himself and frowns. he decides that the best option is to shrug ( deep, deep down inside, he’s praying that he doesn ’ t look too stupid to him )
“ HIFUMIN ? right, right … ” he ’ s a bit hesitant to shake hands, as if he expects to be swindled or something. his date ’ s hand is nice and soft ——— it makes him a bit self conscious about his own, actually. they ’ re sweaty and gross ( when was the last time he washed them ? ). DICE never had the opportunity to indulge in nice products, other than the times he secretly used RAMUDA or GENTARO ’ s shampoo whenever he crashed at their houses. the blond wasn ’ t bad looking or anything. he ’ s definitely on the better half of the people he has met.
DICE shakes his head, and once the menu is passed over to his side of the table, he gulps. as greedy as it sounds, part of him hopes the other intends to treat him. he doesn ’ t intend on revealing his poor financial conditions this early on.
he really wants to punch himself in the face right now.
the hell are these desserts ? he squints at the menu. maybe he ’ ll just pick the one that looks the most appetizing according to the sample pictures. fingers instinctively trail around on the glossy, laminated page until it lands on an image. it looks like something a 16 year old girl would buy on a date, which means it can’t be that bad. he takes a deep breath before speaking, words masked with mock confidence.
“ the mango mouse ? m - mousse ?
‘ yuuup ! ’ finally getting called hifumin by another man makes him grin . so his date might be a bit weird , but this is still salvageable ! he pinches the other man’s arm --- they remind him of doppo’s , ‘ seriously tho , you really need to start lifting asap . even i got more muscle than you ! ’ flexing his arm , he winks as his biceps pop up ( and he wouldn’t go as far as calling himself a hunk ) .
hifumi’s never been one to hold back or measure his words , so once he feels the other’s hand ( ew , sweaty ) , he doesn’t hesitate to wipe his own on a paper napkin . he’ll consider suggesting skincare later . the host leans forwards on his hands as he waits for dice to order , looking at his troubled face ; is he an indecisive person , maybe ? ‘ they have a pretty big menu , don’t they ? i’ve come here a bunch of times , but i think i still haven’t got to try everything , ’ he hums .
‘ mango mousse ? oooh , i haven’t had that one before , nice one ! ’ he snatches the menu out of his date’s hands without asking , now looking through it himself , ‘ now it’s my turn to choose for ya ! hmm ... ’ he alternates from looking at the different desserts and squinting at dice’s face , trying to figure him out , ‘ bingo ! you look like a choco lava cake kinda guy ☆ ’ turning the booklet around in his hands , he excitedly points at the picture , ‘ now call the waiter ! ’
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