( well, there is something intrinsically hilarious about a game called The Floor Is Lava. and considering Peter's usual reaction to intimate questions is uncomfortable laugher and turning the color of a lobster, he can't hold the laugh against her. look, he's not great at talking about sex. Peter is more of a little less talk, a lot more action when it comes to intimacy. he's not shy about doing — talking is a bit of a different story.
it's something unfortunate, that loneliness when they were little being something they have in common. Peter knows he's lucky, that his aunt and uncle, and now just his aunt, keep him from being entirely alone in the world. he hadn't been great about reaching out to find family outside of them, though, besides Gwen. and safe to say he'd struggled for a long time to try again after that.
this is uncovered ground, and truthfully Peter doesn't entirely know what he's comfortable with and ready for, either. he does know that her palm twisting in his, her fingers knotting with his — that feels pretty good. his thumb dusts across her knuckles in an unspoken note of appreciation and almost awe, that this is actually happening. and then he's back, focused on pulling out Rey's chair and greeting a waitress that he's seen plenty of times, since he's definitely a regular here.
once they're seated, he lets too-long legs gangle under the table. it'd be hard for Rey not to run into them, but he squeezes her hand before he releases it to let her know he doesn't mind the bump, or the choice to linger. he grabs a menu, drumming his fingers over the laminated paper before he points out his favorite. )
I swear I'm not thinking of Lady and the Tramp. This one really is my favorite. ( he drums on spaghetti and meatballs, which also happily announces it comes with endless breadsticks. ) But if you like seafood, the shrimp pasta is good too.
[With her elbow on the table and chin on her palm, Rey leaned forward as much as the table would allow her while they both checked out the shared menu. She considered the options Peter pointed out, but it wasn't that hard of a choice.]
I've never tried seafood, to be honest. I mean, aside from fish. [And even then that was not something she usually found on her diet. Not counting fish sticks, that sort of dish always sounded like something far too fancy for the sort of meals she could either afford or even prepare comfortably at the little place she had set up to become her home.] But I haven't had pasta in a while either and I'd really like to try your favourite, Peter.
[A cute, nice guy. A photographer that is lanky and far more flexible that you'd expect. A sweet boy who enjoys pasta and meatballs and that is always worrying about not making his partner uncomfortable.] The breaksticks totally sold me. And the possible reendition of Lady and the Tramp. You'd make a wonderful Lady, Peter.
[She wrinkled the bridge of her nose as she teased him, finally leaning back on her seat again. It wasn't long before that waitress he'd greeted and that had been so lovely to the both of them returned, taking their order. Rey couldn't be more thankful of how comfortable she was, what a nice atmosphere there was both in this place and in his company.
She had definitely spent too much time overthinking this date, worrying for no good reason. It all seemed to flow really naturally so far.]
So, I guess its the appropiate time to ask about you? You take photos for a living or are you just very, very good over your hobby?
Oh, I love it. Kalamari is my favorite. But uh, my aunt says I will happily eat anything, so maybe my judgement isn't the most trustworthy. ( and while it is true Peter has a forgiving stomach, and has once eaten a hotdog that he dropped on a busy New York sidewalk. he also thinks he has decent taste when he bothers to be fancy about it. being a freelance photographer relaxes his standards, because good food wasn't necessarily always cheap food. Peter would be happy to broaden Rey's culinary horizons, if she's interested — though they might have to pair it with low-brow fair. or he'll need to work a little more to keep up with the habit.
for now, though, he thinks she made a good call with the spaghetti. Peter asks for his second suggestion (maybe he can convince Rey to try some of the shrimp) and from there laughs at the assertion he would make a good lady. ) Wow. I have hair like this and don't land the role of tramp? You're being way too easy on me.
( truth be told, both of them seem more rough and tumble, street worn creatures, but maybe that wouldn't be as cute a story.
Peter is not sure he's good at talking about himself, but that does seem fair first date fare, doesn't it? so he better try. ) Right, I do. I work for the Daily Bugle. Honestly they don't expect particularly skilled photography, but I still like it. I do a lot of people pieces right now, like, taking pictures of kids at the science fair. Nice to meet people on the street, you know? ( Peter doesn't make a lot, granted, but it does allow some freedom for his other, even worse paid work. ) What is it you do?
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Date: 2021-07-07 02:28 am (UTC)it's something unfortunate, that loneliness when they were little being something they have in common. Peter knows he's lucky, that his aunt and uncle, and now just his aunt, keep him from being entirely alone in the world. he hadn't been great about reaching out to find family outside of them, though, besides Gwen. and safe to say he'd struggled for a long time to try again after that.
this is uncovered ground, and truthfully Peter doesn't entirely know what he's comfortable with and ready for, either. he does know that her palm twisting in his, her fingers knotting with his — that feels pretty good. his thumb dusts across her knuckles in an unspoken note of appreciation and almost awe, that this is actually happening. and then he's back, focused on pulling out Rey's chair and greeting a waitress that he's seen plenty of times, since he's definitely a regular here.
once they're seated, he lets too-long legs gangle under the table. it'd be hard for Rey not to run into them, but he squeezes her hand before he releases it to let her know he doesn't mind the bump, or the choice to linger. he grabs a menu, drumming his fingers over the laminated paper before he points out his favorite. )
I swear I'm not thinking of Lady and the Tramp. This one really is my favorite. ( he drums on spaghetti and meatballs, which also happily announces it comes with endless breadsticks. ) But if you like seafood, the shrimp pasta is good too.
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Date: 2021-07-17 04:04 pm (UTC)I've never tried seafood, to be honest. I mean, aside from fish. [And even then that was not something she usually found on her diet. Not counting fish sticks, that sort of dish always sounded like something far too fancy for the sort of meals she could either afford or even prepare comfortably at the little place she had set up to become her home.] But I haven't had pasta in a while either and I'd really like to try your favourite, Peter.
[A cute, nice guy. A photographer that is lanky and far more flexible that you'd expect. A sweet boy who enjoys pasta and meatballs and that is always worrying about not making his partner uncomfortable.] The breaksticks totally sold me. And the possible reendition of Lady and the Tramp. You'd make a wonderful Lady, Peter.
[She wrinkled the bridge of her nose as she teased him, finally leaning back on her seat again. It wasn't long before that waitress he'd greeted and that had been so lovely to the both of them returned, taking their order. Rey couldn't be more thankful of how comfortable she was, what a nice atmosphere there was both in this place and in his company.
She had definitely spent too much time overthinking this date, worrying for no good reason. It all seemed to flow really naturally so far.]
So, I guess its the appropiate time to ask about you? You take photos for a living or are you just very, very good over your hobby?
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Date: 2021-07-27 02:59 am (UTC)for now, though, he thinks she made a good call with the spaghetti. Peter asks for his second suggestion (maybe he can convince Rey to try some of the shrimp) and from there laughs at the assertion he would make a good lady. ) Wow. I have hair like this and don't land the role of tramp? You're being way too easy on me.
( truth be told, both of them seem more rough and tumble, street worn creatures, but maybe that wouldn't be as cute a story.
Peter is not sure he's good at talking about himself, but that does seem fair first date fare, doesn't it? so he better try. ) Right, I do. I work for the Daily Bugle. Honestly they don't expect particularly skilled photography, but I still like it. I do a lot of people pieces right now, like, taking pictures of kids at the science fair. Nice to meet people on the street, you know? ( Peter doesn't make a lot, granted, but it does allow some freedom for his other, even worse paid work. ) What is it you do?