[ he arrives by knocking on her door in a mundane and regular fashion (weird, because it'd been a while since Miguel ever had time to step outside the suit).
Aside from his ridiculous superhero build he doesn't look that out of the ordinary in contemporary clothing. He comes carrying bags from some local market along the way, sorely missing the more advanced infrastructure of 2099.
There's some kitchen and food basics in there. It was less a date and more a care package for someone who might have nothing but leftovers and ketchup packets in the fridge, which is what he was expecting. ]
[ Really, if Lottie were desperate enough she'd get her house keys and just.. Hope and pray shimmying them under the cap would pry it open. Maybe use her counter as leverage β show off the results on Instagram like #itwasjustthateasy.
Luckily, with his silence, she surmises that she doesn't have to do it. When he knocks, she actually feels a little excited. Half because she can drink her coke (she didn't really buy it for him....... just for the parlor trick) and half because she can drink her coke and eat her chipotle my god, finally. She opens the door after a call of 'coming!', doesn't have time to angle her head up to greet him because heβ has. Bags? Groceries? She already bought food for herself??
There's a second of silence, as she churns over what this means. And then she looks up at him properly, brows furrowed, steps aside to try and make room for his ridiculous frame to walk through her hallway. ]
[ She'd been sitting here, waiting for her food to get cold??? The workings of Lottie's mind are truly a mystery to him. ]
A bottle opener is a basic kitchen tool. So it made me wonder what else you were missing.
[ It takes all his inner strength not to look judgmental about the state of things, scanning over the apartment with a mere unimpressed lineface. There were a few other items in there to stock up the drawers, mainly some dried foods and other ingredients he used to collect for making quick meals for three. A concern from another life. Anyway. ]
But also, no.. No it's not basic?? No one she knows has a bottle opener?!
Despite her inner protests, she doesn't confirm nor deny the existence of other Missing Utensilsβ’. Lottie's kitchen and fridge are, as he first suspected, barren. Just leftovers, no real groceries, mostly water bottles inside her fridge and like, maybe two eggs from her last carton (still good? Unsure). ]
Uh..
[ So much is happening. First he's judging her house and now he's demanding where that damn ass bottle is. Should she offer to take the bags first? Is he going to put them on her counter? Her hands waver awkwardly in the air at her indecision before justβ pointing at the bottle of coke standing tall at her (tiny, really, only meant for two at most) kicthen table. ]
[ Well, if she doesn't protest, he will set the bags on the countertops. What was he doing? Dios. Judging by the state of the fridge, all of this was probably going to get unused anyway. His shoulders sag with a deep sigh. Nope. Not the time nor place to try and touch on that problem.
Okay. Bottle. When he turns to get it, the fangs had already begun to poke out from underneath his lips. He ordinarily kept them concealed, except Lottie didn't seem to be put off by the more mutant features. And maybe that was nice compared to the usual reaction.]
I had assumed you were celebrating something, but this appears to be a bottle of Coca Cola.
[ The way she talked about it made him envision something more beer-like. ]
[ In her defense..!! She will try and use. Like, 25% of this (it's always easier for her to take care of herself actively when someone else is there doing it for her β she has never been an adult who functions with survival in mind, honestly). His sigh of defeat prompts her to raise this to 30%, because she's only now realizing this is his way of showing he's, rightfully, worrying about her.
And thenβ she lets out an odd sort of laugh. Not because Miguel's mutations are odd (they are, but she's already moved past this since the whole interdimensional travel thing is a lot more mind boggling than Edward Cullen fangs), but because.. Wow, he sure makes it seem like a bottle of Coca Cola from Chipotle is nothing??
(It isn't!! It's long and nice and fun to hold. Sugary when she needs the fill.) ]
..What's wrong with that?
[ She almost offers to Doordash something, but refrains. Instead, shrugs her shoulders lightly. ]
[ The question was goofy enough to make him lighten up for half a second. He truly did not have the sugar tolerance for soda nowadays.]
But maybe it tastes different from yours.
[He bites down on the bottlecap, mindful of his venom as he perforates the thin metal. And then it pops off, completing the silly little parlor trick. He didn't seem to mind doing it again after being pushed enough. The glinting cap is set on the table as the little plumes of gas escape the glass bottle, handed forward. Duty done.]
[ She knows Nueva York has soda she just meansβ she just means the bottled coke is different but whatever!! He at least thinks it's funny, enough to relax for half of a second before he pierces that bottlecap with his fangs.
It's always so neat, and awfully convenient, seeing Miguel do this. It tends to leave her intensely speechless, and also, supremely, hyperaware of her own teeth (do they need to be whitened? Are her natural canines sharp?? She'll have to check when he's gone). She reaches out to grab it, the fizz of the soda hitting her ears for all of two seconds before she hands it back in a way that insists he take a sip first. ]
His expression twists a little. It wasn't disgust, per say, more like the discomfort of a bright light shown on his face. Without proper upkeep back at base, some of the side effects of his mutation were starting to flare up again.
The first time he'd been subject to a nighttime photo, the flash was enough to hurt his eyes pretty bad. And he made sure that the photo was deleted once he could manage to peel his hand off his face. ]
[ To Lottie, she doesn't really smell it. Well, actually, to be fair she's never made a point to smell any can of coke in her life. She can hear it, though, the fizzle and crackle when it's popped open, bottle or otherwise. She can taste it. Her brows crinkle as she approaches, leans her weight onto the back of a chair (the only one with a back, because the other opposite of the tiny table is an ottoman). ]
It doesn't have a smell.
[ Seeing his initial reaction was, is, as she expectedβ it's supposed to be more sugar-y than regular Coca Cola, it's supposed to make your face do that. Except, he didn't make a point to mention that. Miguel talks about a smell, instead. ]
[ cry laughing at this image at mister o'hara desperately trying to be polite while fitting in absolutely none of lottie's furniture
Anyway she just gets rid of the top of her normal Friday Night Chipotle Dinnerβ’ (arguably, still sad), and moves back to her kitchen to find a fork (or two? Is he going to eat?? Does he eat Chipotle?? Would that work for or against his muscle mass gain...). She makes a noise of understanding. ]
βone of those Miguel things, huh?
[ In other words, his weird allergies (not really, but it's easier for her brain to comprehend) due to his even weirder (Spidery, fangy) disposition. ]
Lights are the worst of it. The others are... manageable.
[ The Spiderman Squat got him situated well enough on the chair, but he quickly deduces that supporting himself on the table is going to have their faces awkwardly close to each other. And he refuses to suffer through that. So he will shrimp sit on the ottoman, shoulders hunched. ]
...You want to share?
[ He wasn't expecting two forks to come out. Well. Half a burrito bowl really wouldn't be enough for him to call a dinner, but its not like he had anything else to scurry off to. ]
[ Lottie, in a way, almost feels offended that he didn't think she would share. But then she remembers every other time she would have him perform this trick and then she'd go β yeah, that makes sense. She has a history of eating and simply watching him talk β duh. ]
You did open my coke.
[ She shrugs lightly, really, as nonchalantly as she can before taking the first bite out of the bowl. Then, after she swallows, she raises a brow at him, as if she expects him to do the same. ]
[ well. okay. in lieu of his only other activity being skulking around in a dark room trying to fix his travel gadget, he will sit and eat with Lottie. Miguel isn't immune to wanting a temporary salve for feeling lonely and far away from home.
It wasn't bad, for what it was. The seasoning was varied enough, and it certainly beat other things one could be grabbing in a pinch. He points at the beans with his fork. ]
It isn't that hard to make these yourself, if you were wondering.
[ It wasn't all too bad, arguably chipotle is good just to have something easy prepared for you and easy leftovers for later.. Which is the prime reason she got it, anyway, not particularly because she's a fanatic. Lottie's watching (read: mindlessly clicking) through some instagram stories when he pipes up again, and her brows furrow. Then, lift.
Her eyes lower just to confirmβ oh, yes, beans. She takes a sip from the bottle, after putting her phone flat down on the table. ]
I've never done it but it doesn't look hard. [ She gestures with her fork his way, agreeing. But also probably vaguely worrying him when she follows that up with: ] I mean they sell 'em in cans.
[ HE'S... Not wrong in his assumption. As much as Lottie loves anything Onion and Garlic related she actually hasn't touched either of them for too long. ]
Of course I have! Just.. A really long time ago.
[ And judging by her own fork being shoved into the bowl, probably not well. She takes a bite as she squints in his direction before a thought abruptly hits herβ ]
Are you gonna teach me?? I feel like you're gonna teach me.
[ Him avoiding both an answer and eye contact is kind of perfect, because Lottie is using the excuse of sipping that bottle of coke for her own reason why she can't answer. Truthfully? No, she doesn't want to. Maybe.
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Aside from his ridiculous superhero build he doesn't look that out of the ordinary in contemporary clothing. He comes carrying bags from some local market along the way, sorely missing the more advanced infrastructure of 2099.
There's some kitchen and food basics in there. It was less a date and more a care package for someone who might have nothing but leftovers and ketchup packets in the fridge, which is what he was expecting. ]
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Luckily, with his silence, she surmises that she doesn't have to do it. When he knocks, she actually feels a little excited. Half because she can drink her coke (she didn't really buy it for him....... just for the parlor trick) and half because she can drink her coke and eat her chipotle my god, finally. She opens the door after a call of 'coming!', doesn't have time to angle her head up to greet him because heβ has. Bags? Groceries? She already bought food for herself??
There's a second of silence, as she churns over what this means. And then she looks up at him properly, brows furrowed, steps aside to try and make room for his ridiculous frame to walk through her hallway. ]
..Why did you go to Trader Joe's?
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A bottle opener is a basic kitchen tool. So it made me wonder what else you were missing.
[ It takes all his inner strength not to look judgmental about the state of things, scanning over the apartment with a mere unimpressed lineface. There were a few other items in there to stock up the drawers, mainly some dried foods and other ingredients he used to collect for making quick meals for three. A concern from another life. Anyway. ]
Where is it?
[ the bottle!! ]
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But also, no.. No it's not basic?? No one she knows has a bottle opener?!
Despite her inner protests, she doesn't confirm nor deny the existence of other Missing Utensilsβ’. Lottie's kitchen and fridge are, as he first suspected, barren. Just leftovers, no real groceries, mostly water bottles inside her fridge and like, maybe two eggs from her last carton (still good? Unsure). ]
Uh..
[ So much is happening. First he's judging her house and now he's demanding where that damn ass bottle is. Should she offer to take the bags first? Is he going to put them on her counter? Her hands waver awkwardly in the air at her indecision before justβ pointing at the bottle of coke standing tall at her (tiny, really, only meant for two at most) kicthen table. ]
There?
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Okay. Bottle. When he turns to get it, the fangs had already begun to poke out from underneath his lips. He ordinarily kept them concealed, except Lottie didn't seem to be put off by the more mutant features. And maybe that was nice compared to the usual reaction.]
I had assumed you were celebrating something, but this appears to be a bottle of Coca Cola.
[ The way she talked about it made him envision something more beer-like. ]
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And thenβ she lets out an odd sort of laugh. Not because Miguel's mutations are odd (they are, but she's already moved past this since the whole interdimensional travel thing is a lot more mind boggling than Edward Cullen fangs), but because.. Wow, he sure makes it seem like a bottle of Coca Cola from Chipotle is nothing??
(It isn't!! It's long and nice and fun to hold. Sugary when she needs the fill.) ]
..What's wrong with that?
[ She almost offers to Doordash something, but refrains. Instead, shrugs her shoulders lightly. ]
It's tasty. I mean, have you even had it before?
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[ The question was goofy enough to make him lighten up for half a second. He truly did not have the sugar tolerance for soda nowadays.]
But maybe it tastes different from yours.
[He bites down on the bottlecap, mindful of his venom as he perforates the thin metal. And then it pops off, completing the silly little parlor trick. He didn't seem to mind doing it again after being pushed enough. The glinting cap is set on the table as the little plumes of gas escape the glass bottle, handed forward. Duty done.]
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It's always so neat, and awfully convenient, seeing Miguel do this. It tends to leave her intensely speechless, and also, supremely, hyperaware of her own teeth (do they need to be whitened? Are her natural canines sharp?? She'll have to check when he's gone). She reaches out to grab it, the fizz of the soda hitting her ears for all of two seconds before she hands it back in a way that insists he take a sip first. ]
I'm serious! It's different.
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His expression twists a little. It wasn't disgust, per say, more like the discomfort of a bright light shown on his face. Without proper upkeep back at base, some of the side effects of his mutation were starting to flare up again.
The first time he'd been subject to a nighttime photo, the flash was enough to hurt his eyes pretty bad. And he made sure that the photo was deleted once he could manage to peel his hand off his face. ]
It smells better than it tastes.
[ The sugariness was quite strong! ]
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It doesn't have a smell.
[ Seeing his initial reaction was, is, as she expectedβ it's supposed to be more sugar-y than regular Coca Cola, it's supposed to make your face do that. Except, he didn't make a point to mention that. Miguel talks about a smell, instead. ]
Why would it have a smell?
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Itβs a carbonated drink. All the gas has a smell.
[ Ugh. Not going to explain genetic splicing and what it does to the senses at Lottie's sad friday night chipotle dinner.]
No, I guess you canβt tell. Scents and Lights can get a bit overwhelming at times.
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Anyway she just gets rid of the top of her normal Friday Night Chipotle Dinnerβ’ (arguably, still sad), and moves back to her kitchen to find a fork (or two? Is he going to eat?? Does he eat Chipotle?? Would that work for or against his muscle mass gain...). She makes a noise of understanding. ]
βone of those Miguel things, huh?
[ In other words, his weird allergies (not really, but it's easier for her brain to comprehend) due to his even weirder (Spidery, fangy) disposition. ]
Is it just scents and lights or like, everything?
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[ The Spiderman Squat got him situated well enough on the chair, but he quickly deduces that supporting himself on the table is going to have their faces awkwardly close to each other. And he refuses to suffer through that. So he will shrimp sit on the ottoman, shoulders hunched. ]
...You want to share?
[ He wasn't expecting two forks to come out. Well. Half a burrito bowl really wouldn't be enough for him to call a dinner, but its not like he had anything else to scurry off to. ]
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You did open my coke.
[ She shrugs lightly, really, as nonchalantly as she can before taking the first bite out of the bowl. Then, after she swallows, she raises a brow at him, as if she expects him to do the same. ]
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[ well. okay. in lieu of his only other activity being skulking around in a dark room trying to fix his travel gadget, he will sit and eat with Lottie. Miguel isn't immune to wanting a temporary salve for feeling lonely and far away from home.
It wasn't bad, for what it was. The seasoning was varied enough, and it certainly beat other things one could be grabbing in a pinch. He points at the beans with his fork. ]
It isn't that hard to make these yourself, if you were wondering.
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Her eyes lower just to confirmβ oh, yes, beans. She takes a sip from the bottle, after putting her phone flat down on the table. ]
I've never done it but it doesn't look hard. [ She gestures with her fork his way, agreeing. But also probably vaguely worrying him when she follows that up with: ] I mean they sell 'em in cans.
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[ fork twirl for emphasis ]
Some pepper and onion will do. Have you ever diced an onion?
[ he suspects that she's never felt the character-building, sulfuric acid sting of cutting an onion. ]
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Of course I have! Just.. A really long time ago.
[ And judging by her own fork being shoved into the bowl, probably not well. She takes a bite as she squints in his direction before a thought abruptly hits herβ ]
Are you gonna teach me?? I feel like you're gonna teach me.
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[ said sternly, hesitant to commit to something like that. Teaching someone a recipe? That can be misconstrued as doing something nice for a friend.
He'll eat some more Chipotle to avoid giving her a straight answer instead. ]
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But if she says yes, she gets tasty free food. ]
Yeah, if you say it's that easy. Why not?