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[It is TIME. After working with Ino and Belthazar to make the required food for the date, it's finally time for the second date. It's a bit early, but he's already got all the food packed and ready to go, already dressed and everything, and just keeps tapping his foot while resisting the urge to get up and go. He could always race again, sure; he'd been making a pretty decent profit from that. But then he might be late, and that'd be worse!

He'll at least text Allen, just to see if he's ready or not.]

hey allen! u ready for date night? :D

[ The reply comes back about thirty seconds later.]

Hey Clay!

Yes, I'm ready! Could you meet me at this waystation in half an hour? [And he'll send along the coordinates. It's a nearby one, but not the one directly on the fleet's path]

[Ah yes, he's been to that one before, if only to explore. The text brings his foot tapping to a slow halt, before it stops altogether as he finishes his own.]

awesome! i'll be omw~

[... And he figures he should clarify after sending it:]

i mean i'll be on my way~

[Which, in Clay speak, means he'll be on his way sometime in the next RIGHT NOW.]

[ He appreciates the clarification! Another slang thing to add to his notebook that he's probably keeping of this stuff.]

Great! See you soon!

[ And that's all the message he gives. Sure enough, half an hour later he can be found at the waystation's docking area, waiting for Clay- half bouncing on his feet nervously as he does. None of his stuff he brought is with him, he got here a bit earlier to set up it seems.]

[Clay had already landed the shuttle a few minutes prior; not only did he want to get the food together in a proper way (and hiding the last dish, seeing how that was going to be a surprise), but he also felt he was a bit too early. It'd feel weird to just stand there with arms full of food, after all...

But as a result, he shows up right on time. Vanquish might be lacking of supplies in general, but with two cooks, they're pretty well off in terms of kitchenware, and so he carries a back with a few covered, carefully stacked (and cheap) plates inside. When he sees Allen, he waves with his free arm and quickens his pace, a cheerful smile on his face.]

Hey! I'm on time, right?

[His face brightens up when he sees Clay approaching. Especially Clay with food. He'll move to meet Clay halfway so he doesn't have to carry that stuff all the way]

On time and with lots of food? Yes, you're great!

[Yes he's an easy one to win over with food okay]

I set up inside the courtyard. Need help carrying any of that?

[As soon as Allen gets close enough, Clay reaches out to give him a one-armed hug, seeing how the other one is kind of full of food. He ends up laughing a little with good humor as he pulls back because wow, yeah, Ino was right, Allen loves food, and...

Allen.

Allen.

Have you seen Clay? Do you really think he needs help carrying any of this???]

Nah, I'm fine! I can do all the heavy work, you do the leading.

[LOOK ITS POLITE TO ASK. And also maybe he wanted a peek at some of the food because he's shameless like that, but whatever! He'll return that hug carefully so he doesn't knock over any food before he pulls back]

Ha- if you're sure. This way!

[He'll gesture and start heading towards the courtyard, making sure to keep his pace with Clay]

How have you been?

Edited 2015-09-04 12:59 (UTC)

[Yeah yeah, HE KNOWS YOUR INTENTIONS.]

I've been fine - uh, good. [Because gosh his crew loves to snicker every time he says "fine" 8( ] I've been spending a lot of time racing; did you know pilots have an advantage over every other augment when it comes to that? I've been netting us a pretty decent profit as a result!

[Granted, he still loses some races, and that always sucks. But there's more wins than losses, and he's all for the thrill of it anyway.]

[HE HAS PURE INTENTIONS. EATING IS PURE]

They do? I didn't know that. That's handy! [He supposes that's why Toph picked up flying so fast despite being from a world even less advanced than Allen's] But I'm sure it can't just be the augment making you win.

[Ho. Ho. Ho. Clay can't help the smug grin that comes up; so maybe he's more than a little proud of this next fact.]

Well. I was trained to fly space crafts back at home too, and I've been flying planes since I was sixteen. I'm definitely not the best out there, but I've got a little experience here and there with things like that. [Okay, okay, moment over, time to kick that smugness down a notch.] Flying is something I love to do - have you ever seen the world from high up like that? It's spectacular!

[Wow Clay your smugness is like Toph's genuine modesty. Slow down there a little bro. ]

Really? That's impressive! No wonder you got a pilot augment. [Man he didn't even learn how to drive until he was like 19 after he stole a car......it's a long story.] But no, I can't say I have unless you count these spaceships. They hadn't invented planes yet in my time period.

[At least, it was gonna be another four years before that first flight]

If we find a holodeck again, I should show you what it's like. Seeing it on other planets is sort of like it, but Earth, man. There's nothing like being above the clouds and looking down at the land you and so many other people grew up on, you know? Seeing little patches that would've been so big if you were on the ground, vehicles look like bugs crawling around... It's like the Earth turns into a whole different world, yet it's still the one you know.

[He gives a quiet snort, shoulders raising a bit.] Plus, before this, it was the closest I could get to feeling like I was in space. Especially if I was out at night.

[ He listens to Clay's description, trying to imagine it. All the land he traveled on, often on foot, seeming so small...] I'd love to see it.

[Motion sickness or not. He missed Earth, seeing something like that would be well worth it]

[By now, they've reached the courtyard. It's pretty clear why he's chosen this waystation- there's no one else really around. In the middle, underneath the dome window, there's a blanket laid out picnic next to a bag that's big enough to carry whatever Allen decided to bring, and a couple pillows piled up next to the bag.]

And...here we are! The finest this fleet has to offer- extra blankets, pillows- and food, of course!

[... Oooooh! Moon and stars, this really is like a bonafide, classic picnic! Clay gives a big grin, then pats Allen's shoulder as if to tell him to come along with him as he jogs ahead, though he's careful not to jostle the bag he's holding too much.]

Dude, Allen! This is perfect!

[He sets down his own bag next to Allen's, then gets down on his knees on the blanket, already getting a feel for it. He's got a nice blanket that Stefan gave him for his birthday that feels a lot like this, a much nicer quality than what the fleet gave them.]

You've got way better blankets than we do!

[Aaand now to topple over sideways so that his head flops down on the pillow. Hnnngh.]

Pillows, too. [Although that part's muffled.]

[Laughing at Clay's reaction, he'll follow him over, sitting on the blanket besides him] I thought you'd like that.

It came with the upgrades. An actual mattresses for the whole crew too- I think I spent the first hour just jumping on my bed.

So jealous.

[Also muffled. But after that, Clay turns on his back and adjusts his visor a bit, seeing how it got pushed up during flopping.]

So what other things do you get by living the luxury life? Good blankets, good pillows... what, do you get pools, too?

No pools, but there is a bathtub with a jacuzzi setting. And exercise equipment.

[Clay's excitement for Jim's dojo wasn't exactly hard to miss. He lays down on his side, facing Clay- his arm propping up his head]

I'm sure the Vanquish will get the upgrades too soon enough. Especially if it's true your ship got Mr. Stark.

[That last part comes out a bit drier than the rest. He does not envy you in the slightest Clay for having that crewmate.]

Edited 2015-09-05 15:48 (UTC)

[His eyes go wide at that, though he gives a weak, obviously forced chuckle when he mentions Tony. Jeez, has that guy's reputation already spread this much? He loves his entire crew, sure, but Tony's... really weird to handle and get along with here.

Still, though, that's not what's got Clay's attention.]

Exercise equipment? And a jacuzzi? Are you kidding me? [He lets out a groan and raises both hands to cover his eyes, though it's mostly for theatrics.] All we've got is a treadmill and barely any hot water! I can barely get my hair wet before it gets cold! [Thus the horror of having thick, messy hair.]

[Spread not only here, but in other dimensions man. Allen remembered Tony from Paradisa. He didn't hate him, he knew he was a good man and a damn good inventor - hell, probably the best there is, (not that he'd ever tell the Hamadas or Sokka). But Lord, talk about a pain in the arse.]

[He snickers at Clay's reaction and reaches over, patting him on that mess of hair.]

Sorry. We did have to live like you are for a good six months or so, if that helps! Cold showers aren't that bad... [Okay, so they kinda are. But!! Think positive!!] ...Think of it as roughing it as you explore unknown space?

[Pfft. Yeah, okay, that gets Clay's lips to quirk up in a smile again before he lifts his hands away, letting them rest above his head instead.]

It's actually more than I expected. Showering in space where I come from is a whole different story. There's barely any water involved; all you do is soak the washcloth a bit with some soapy water in a tube, then wash yourself down like a sponge bath before drying off, no rinsing required. Same with shampoo. There's microgravity in the shuttles I was prepared for, so all that water wouldn't know where to go if you tried it the normal way. [And since microgravity is kind of an astronaut thing - ] In other words, everything floats.

Which means, going by where I came from... [He reaches up to poke at Allen's forehead.] You guys are totally spoiled.

Edited 2015-09-05 20:06 (UTC)

[Ah yes, that's much better]

Are you serious? That sounds terrible! Can you really get clean that way? [It seems craaazy to him. Definitely making sure Sokka keeps the artificial gravity machine running smooth.]

[At being called spoiled and being poked in the forehead, he sounds amused] Alright, I can accept being spoiled compared to that. But if you keep using lines like that, people might start thinking you're an old man.

Edited 2015-09-06 01:04 (UTC)

Yup. Or, well, clean enough. Trust the astronaut! [And the water would be WARM, too, unlike theirs.]

[That next part, however, gets him to frown and pout, if only to get into character when he talks again.]

You kids these days have it easy. In my space age, we had to sleep in a sleeping bag that was tied to a wall. A sleeping bag! With no pillow or anything! And you had to make sure everything was tied down, or else it'd go flying off somewhere in the shuttle.

Also, your hair? [He sits up so that he can reach around and holds the ends of Allen's hair up, about the way it would in microgravity.] It would've been like this! Not the nice way it is now.

Edited 2015-09-06 03:05 (UTC)

[He makes a surprised "Ah!" when his hair gets held up, but he's grinning as he does that.]

Haha, and three square meals of proteins would be a luxury, I'd imagine!

[But hey while Clay's messing with his hair? He'll retaliate and reach over to pull off that visor while running a hand through his hair. See Ino-sensei just like you instructed]

Speaking of, I did bring some nice food from my pampered ship. Did you want some, or is that too extravagant?

[Clay glances up, a little surprised himself when Allen pulls off the visor. He can't help feeling a biiiit vulnerable without it, and he does make sure that he knows where it is, but he doesn't protest. Instead, he grins, ruffles Allen's hair with both hands, then pulls them back to reach over for his own bag of food.]

I don't know, I'm not sure if my inferior tastebuds can take it, but there's only one way to find out! Meanwhile, you'll have to deal with my less extravagant food.

[He pulls out a few covered plates and sets them in front of Allen, consisting of: mashed potatoes with some salt and pepper, a smaller plate with cherry jello, and, with some good luck at the vendors and improvisation, the pineapple curry from the recipe that Sheena left him (modified to make it vegan).

There is one other thing, but he'll leave that in the bag for now. That'll be a surprise later.]

Edited 2015-09-06 05:17 (UTC)

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