[004] video | if these walls could talk

[keepinitsaucy]

[For the past couple of weeks, things have been seeming to go fine for Andy. He's still staying at the Welcome Center, but he's managed to score a job at a corner market. Most of his nights are filled with patrolling in costume and any down time is met with either sleep or newly acquired video games.

All in all, life is pretty normal for him once again since coming to the City and he feels better prepared to handle things. Even the last couple of curses have been alright, minus the champagne shower and nearly frying himself with static shock on doorknobs.

But today? No sir, today is not a happy day.

His phone is on and the camera pans over to the toaster.]

Okay. Someone please tell the toaster that its purpose is to toast bread so I can finish making breakfast and go to work.

[At this point in time, the toaster itself pipes up, speaking gruffly and now being portrayed in a lovely shade of orange text:]

Yeah, ain't gonna happen, pal. You wanna put toast in me, you're gonna have to fight me because I ain't toastin' toast no more, NOPE. Every day you stick toast in me and do I ever get a word of thanks? NOPE. So you can take your bread and shove it right up your --

Alright, alright! Jesus! Thank you for making toast for me every day, I appreciate it, but can I please just finish so I can go?

Go to hell, kid.

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[keepinitsaucy]

[He is an unintentional derp.]

...

[Was that a come on? Excuse him, his brain is going to short for a second.]

Um. Yeah...

...You look really nice today! I mean. You always look nice, but extra nice.

[mightbeconcussed]

[That's what makes it so cute.

Yes, yes it was a bit of one and his reaction is perfect. At his compliment she stops, goes up on tip toe and kisses his cheek.]

Thank you. I figured if I was going to have a breakfast date, I needed to dress up for it.

[keepinitsaucy]

[Andy regrets not dressing up more himself, but the kiss on the cheek causes any and all regrets to go out the window.

Thank you, talking toaster. Thank you for coming to life and letting him experience this moment.]

Ummmm hmmm... Heh.

Maybe we'll just have to go somewhere fancier next time and get super dressed up or something.

[mightbeconcussed]

[She doesn't mind. She's generally wearing a dress and heels simply because she likes them. She gives him a flirty smile, batting her lashes at him.]

Are you asking me out on a date?

[keepinitsaucy]

Oh I -- errr... If you wanted to I -- I wouldn't say no...

[He would be delighted and more than a little terrified.]

[mightbeconcussed]

Definitely. It would be fun. The whole dressing up and going out thing. Don't you think?

[Aww Andy. That's adorable. She'll try to make it as least terrifying as possible.]

[keepinitsaucy]

Definitely!

[Should he get a suit? He's getting a suit.

This is what happens when you live as a shut in and have trouble doing normal social things.]

So, uh... Do you have a food preference? Like -- like a place with candles and stuff?

((Hey! Did you want to do a log with their date (or a post, if you need something for AC) or did you want to handwave it? I'm good either way! (: ))

[mightbeconcussed]

Nothing too...fancy? I guess? I like plates with food on them instead of a couple of spoons of something and a squiggle of sauce. There are some good Asian places here if you like that kind of thing.

[She will be incredibly pleased with him and flattered when he shows up in a suit.]

((I would love to do a log!))

[keepinitsaucy]

We can pass on the squiggle sauce places.

Asian food sounds great; I love it!

[Do cups of noodles count? It counts.]

Do you think they have those sushi go around things here? ...Do you like those?

((Awesome! I'll set something up and send you the link!))

[mightbeconcussed]

[Absolutely counts.]

I'm looking forward to it and yup! I love sushi.

((sounds perfect))