Weekend Entertainment #1 - September Test Drive Meme

[havetubawilltravel]

It's way too hot to be September right now where I am, but we're verging on October right now, and that means it's an app_this_plz weekend, and you know you've got characters you want to try out.


H O W T O P L A Y:

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--> Have fun! Post is open until Monday's DE and/or until the next Test Drive Meme!

Comments

[herr_bookman]

Oh, no, she's back to the flailing again. Autor's having trouble ignoring that this girl is adorable.

"Or...?" he says, and then shrugs. "I don't mind. I was about to have lunch anyway."

[halfemptyglasses]

She stops for a moment and sighs, her stomach growling again. She glances over to him.

"....why?"

[herr_bookman]

"Because you're hungry," Autor says, shrugging, "and because I was craving latkes." And because you're cute--no, stop that, self. "Eating seems like a fine introduction to the bar to me."

[halfemptyglasses]

At this point, being hungry certainly wouldn't help anything. She sighs again.

"What did you say they were again?"

[herr_bookman]

"Latkes. Potato pancakes," Autor says, leading her to the bar. He glances back to see if she follows. "They're made with flour, egg, and onion, and fried in oil. Then they're served with apple butter, or sour cream, or apple sauce."

[halfemptyglasses]

She does cautiously follow, curling her arms to her chest and letting the sleeves of her cardigan slip down a little.

[herr_bookman]

Autor noticed her bandages before, when she was waving her phone around. He orders latkes, and then turns to her. "How did you injure your hand?"

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai plucks her glasses off and cleans the lenses, glancing away.

"Ah, m-my hand?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks at her. That's strange. "Yes, your right hand," he says, raising a brow. "You have bandages on it, so I assumed there was an injury."

[halfemptyglasses]

It is not strange. Glasses get very dirty, okay? Autor should know that.

"O-oh," she goes, checking the lenses for any specks left on them.

[herr_bookman]

Wait, what? She didn't answer his question. Clearly she doesn't want to. His brain unhelpfully chips in with the fact that she was awfully cute cleaning her glasses, something he solidly ignores before the blush on his face starts stirring.

Too late.

"Well, um," he says, and clears his throat. "The latkes are ready, so..." He turns to the bar, and orders a plate of pineapple and cheese, too, which he nudges to her. "So we should probably eat them."

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai returns her glasses to her face and takes a latke.

Things are far less unpleasant than they were before she took a bite.

[herr_bookman]

"That good, huh?" he says. Autor smiles at her expression. He didn't make the food for her, but he can still enjoy her reaction to it. He plucks up a latke of his own, and then nudges the plate to her.