Quote:Judge and Aaron meet on a blind date.Aaron wants to go on another date, but Judge isn't sure.
"... I'm leaving."
"YOU ARE NOT. SIT DOWN," the commands rumbled out from deep beneath the armor, which Judge apparently decided was appropriate date-wear. The little bow tie was a nice touch, though. "FLOWER PUT MUCH WORK INTO THIS. IT WOULD BE IMPROPER TO WASTE HER EFFORTS, EVEN IF THERE WAS AN ERROR."
"Don't care," Aaron scoffed dismissively with a wave of his hand, turning back for the door.
"SIT." The single word hit the Hyur like a punch to the gut. And, somehow encased in it was an unspoken threat of unimaginable pain should he decide to continue to be flippant about this situation. While Aaron both didn't care for the situation and was fairly confident in his combat skills, he was also unwilling to discover just how dangerous an armored behemoth like Judge could be when ired. Still, he could at least continue to try and keep some level of his dignity here.
"... Fine," he grumbled indignantly as he slipped into the chair. "But only for the meal. And nothing else."
"GOOD. NOW." Aaron could feel the false eyes on the helmet burrowing into him uncomfortably, and he shifted back in his seat some. "SOUP OR SALAD?"
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