the ring was in his pocket, the reservations were prepared, and his- well. Hopefully soon to be fiance was approaching. Why did he decide

this was a good idea again?

(For Flamingo. Where making this hapen)

"Hello Roderich." Vash tried to ignore the weight of the ring in his pocket and act casual, as much of an idiot the man was, he would notice

if anything was off. Damn him and his... everything. "You're late. Good thing I set the reservation for half an hour later than I told you.

How often do I have to remind you to use a map?" He scowled.

"Fine. My co-workers are idiots. The usual." He allowed himself to be led inside. Vash glared at the hostess in a way that said 'don't make

us wait.' "Zwingli. We have a reservation." He said curtly.

"Aside from a bit of a fire, not really." He glared at the back of the waitresses head as she lead them to their table, which was luckily

far enough from the rest of the irritatingly loud restaurant.

"Apparently the imbeciles forgot to put water in the cup noodles." He scowled at the memory, trying to distract himself from the damn ring.

He took a seat, passing one of the menus to Roderich's side of the table.

(Been there done that actually. Never forget to put in water. It'll melt the bowl.)

"I would never!" Although they were cheap... but living off of protein bars was cheaper. Roderich didn't have to know that. "I wouldn't

stoop that low honestly. There are much easier ways to save money without murdering my taste buds." He huffed.

[[You're supposed to heat the water, then pour it in the cup =w=;;]]

"Red, the good Swiss kind." The cheap good Swiss kind that Roderich could never remember the name of. "I hope you had a less annoying day

than I did."

(( It's not my fault my roommate was a pyromaniac! That poor microwave... ))

[[Ooh ooh Lovi works for you >www>]]

[[/Will be quiet now ;;;]]

He had a feeling that Roderich would order that ridiculous Austrian brand instead... Vash figured it wouldn't be a good idea to aggravate

the other too much before he popped the question. "Are you sure they aren't actually from Slovakia?" Sarcasm laced his tone.

"The reason behind your inefficiency may be linked to the fact that you spend all day listening to Mozart." He remarked truthfully. Vash

saw a waitress coming towards them, Roderich had better order the good wine this time...

Were his ears deceiving him? Vash knew there was a reason he was proposing. "Good choice." He nodded. "And as for Mozart, my theory is that

it has the opposite effect on you."

"You thought correctly." Vash attempted to look like he was focusing on the menu, while really wondering when it would be a good idea to

take out the ring. "Whenever you play Mozart you abandon your work and play along on the piano."

"In what way." Vash raised an eyebrow.

"Not very helpful when you have two piles of paperwork to do." Roderich's logic was very much flawed, Vash had learned this long ago.

sat up a bit straighter, victory at last. "You're an idiot, I hope you know that." The waitress was finally approaching with their wine.