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Ficlet #2
Word count: 431
レストラン – Restaurant
Sora remembered the very first time Roxas took him on a serious date.
They had gone to Chris Ruth's Steakhouse and shared a steak and lobster dinner.
He remembered that the bill was a whopping 60 dollars for the two of them. The most he's ever spent on dinner.
Not to mention that he was still hungry after wards.
Rather embarrassed by the whole ordeal, Roxas had asked him with a blush on his face where he wanted to go eat next.
Sora had replied with a smile: it doesn't matter.
He then pulled his boyfriend off toward the ever popular Seventh Heaven across the shopping center. He paid, of course—much to Roxas's chagrin.
It was there that Sora had his first alcoholic drink after he turned 21.
It was also there that he and Roxas took the initiative to go back to Sora's apartment and had sex.
It was there that Sora and Roxas were having their umpteenth date again.
He watched as his boyfriend talked animatedly about his work at the independent gaming music company and how their company recently got their big break to work with Blizzard Entertainment to work on an unannounced game.
"And how was your work?" Roxas asked with a smile on his face.
"Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Running experiments, genotyping mice, boring as hell compared to yours," replied Sora in mocking sarcasm.
Roxas laughed at the jest. "You really should think about joining Project Hearts. You're a hell of a singer."
Sora blushed. "You know I don't do well under pressure."
"Oh, come on, Sora. You sing when I'm with you. Isn't that enough pressure?"
"You have a terrible singing voice," the brown-haired teen muttered. Roxas only grinned in reply.
"How about this, we'll record one of my newest songs at my place when you're drunk enough and let my coworkers listen to it."
"Roxas!" exclaimed Sora, his face completely red now. "I hate you!"
"Aww," Roxas frowned petulantly, "You can't really mean that."
The embarrassed man huffed and turned his head away.
"Okay, okay. Not when drunk. Do this for me?" Roxas pleaded. Sora took a glance at his boyfriend, who was giving him the puppy look, and relented.
"Fine."
The blond grinned happily.
At the conclusion of the dinner, Roxas surprised Sora with a chocolate cake. Sitting in the frosting was a gold ring with a sapphire mounted on it.
"Will you marry me, Sora?" he asked abashed.
It was at Seventh Heaven that Sora got engaged to Roxas. And he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. QQ.
A/N: Hmm. The ending felt a little rushed. Ah well. I will have to say that I'll probably write another ficlet based on this one, haha. I will have to say that the cake's kinda cheesy... and makes the ring all sticky... On another note, props to Blizzard for World of Warcraft, and Chris Ruth's Steakhouse for good, but freaking kidney-selling-on-the-black-market-ishly expensive steaks.