Amber held tightly onto her waist as she tugged on a belt around her long trench coat, fastening it tighter around herself. She shivered and huffed in a stressed manner. It was her turn to go out and visit Graverobber. It was the deal, certain nights she'd visit him, and vice versa, their relationship had its own little pieces to the puzzle. She began to run down the darkened streets, the cold ate at her fragile hands. Amber slipped her hands in her sleeves and approached his door. Not wanting to un-tuck her hands from her sleeves to knock on his door, she instead, kicked the door a few times.
Graverobber was half asleep, nearly forgetting she was coming over; he panicked some, but realized he was fine, dinner was made. Well, made to him, he simply got Chinese takeout. Something Amber wouldn't be impressed with-yet again-but he didn't understand why she failed to be used to this by now. He just didn't cook. That was that. He unlocked his door, looked her over, and invited her in with a simple, nonchalant gesture.
She pushed passed him. "Well, sheesh, one would think you dreaded this whole day, because I was coming over!" She said, already annoyed with his disposition. Amber expected a big fuss to be made over her arrival, another thing Graverobber never did, nor ever would. Make a fuss over a woman, even if it was Amber. He loved her, sure- in a sense- but he wasn't going to get all giddy about their 'date nights- he was a simple man, made up of no emotion or ability to conform to others.
"Evening, miss Sweet!" He said under his breath, trying to relax. He adjusted his shirt a bit as he followed after her. Amber had made herself comfortable on the couch, looking over to him. "What?" He asked, paranoid at her reasoning for gawking at him.
"Dinner!?" She questioned. "The whole reason we met up this time?" The little princess rolled her eyes and leaned back on the couch, as she then turned away to stare at the TV, still not amused. "I didn't starve myself all day 'just' to see you!" Amber added in with a little smirk.
"It's almost as if you only do this to belittle me, Amber!" Graverobber said with a growl, as he took out egg rolls from the microwave, and set the various types of rice in there to heat up now. "I ma-...er, got Chinese food..." He said rather dryly as he went over to get Amber.
Amber sat up, and let him take her hand, standing up as his grasp aided her. She sighed. "Again?" Amber pouted. "Men don't know how to cook these days, or what?" She asked, now leading him to the kitchen.
Graverobber closed his eyes, to hold himself back from saying anything smart to her. "Well, it's not like you're exactly declinig the food, you practically raced to the table, or is that the starvation acting for you!?" He couldn't hold back, he deserved a snarky remark at this point.
Amber let go of his hand, sat down at the round table, and pushed in her chair, as Graverobber took out the rice, and placing it on the table in front of her. "Anything to drink, Amber?" He offered taking out orange juice, water, milk and boxed wine.
Amber smiled as she began to serve herself some fried rice, and an egg roll. "I think it's cute how you get boxed wine!" She said with a giggle, looking him over.
Graverobber shook his head, and gave a weak smile back at her. "Boxed wine I assume?" He said, grabbing a wine glass and serving her; as he got himself water, and sat down to join her in the meal.
Graverobber and Amber ate in silence, with small incidents of them locking eyes momentarily; which led to Amber beginning a little game of footsie with him. Something Graverobber would normally be annoyed by, but he played along, staring Amber down as they both finished their meals.
"What is it, Graverobber!?" She asked deviously, as she ran her foot up his leg playfully and leaned into the table, placing her hands on his forearms, and pulling him in for a kiss.
He smirked, kissing her back, and got up. "Nothing..." He said, sneaking up behind her, and kissing her neck. "You're just a distraction while eating!" He said, as he ran his hands down her body. "Dessert should remain last!" Graverobber added, as he pulled her to her feet, nodding towards the TV. "C'mon..."