Lunch Date!

[scaredybot]

Who: Mayday and Pipes (and spectators?)
Where: Maccadams
When: Before the Missing Medic Incident
What: the courting habits of giant weenies
Warnings: embarrassing amounts of dorkiness


Mayday arrives a little early for his date with Pipes. Just a little. Or a little lot. Maybe a lot lot early. Definitely very early.

But it's okay! It gives him time to pick a nice seat and wipe it down. And then clean the table. He's still feeling nervous after that, so it can't hurt for him to clean the rest of the tables, right?

Right.

He's started scrubbing the floor by the time Pipes arrives.

Comments

[planate]

"I wasn't just gonna leave you there! You fainted! Because of me!"

Did he even apologise for that he can't remember

[scaredybot]

"Well, I mean-" It's true, it totally was Pipes's fault. "It was still nice. You didn't have to."

Finger-twiddling around his glass intensifies!

[planate]

"Are you kidding? I totally did. You're lighter than you look!"

SO SKINNY.

[scaredybot]

"Bike frames are usually pretty light," Mayday mumbles. Then he smiles up at Pipes. "Well, I'm- I'm glad you did. I'm glad we met."

[planate]

"I've never known a bike before," he says, "Not intimately, anyway."

Oh my god.

[scaredybot]

Mayday's face heats up so fast that he's kind of surprised his wiring doesn't catch on fire.

He takes a quick swig of his drink, covering his need to think up a response with gentle wheezing.

[planate]

How Pipes hasn't destroyed this entire bar with his SWAG, he'll never know.

He laughs gently at the wheezing, patting Mayday's back again.

"Too soon?"

[scaredybot]

Clearly he's just that good.

Lucky for him, Mayday's totally into it. Or is at least totally into Pipes enough that he doesn't mind.

"N-no, I, um, mmm, nnyh, uh, just, well-" Mayday pauses for a moment to flail his hands. "Words??"