[majima will drop the subject for now but he's going to do his best to be a mediocre influence on her!! for now he'll just turn off the car and follow her in.]
[ He can join the club of all the little influences that'll all together have an impact someday, have faith...
The smell of sweet tomato sauce and heavy undertones of grease hang in the air inside the fast food joint as they enter, and Mafuyu makes a beeline for the counter, ducking under the bars that redirects the line into a compact zig zag because there aren't very many people in line to begin with. Halfway through, she freezes. Looks Majima in the eye, and in her most serious tone ]
What do you think about pineapple on pizza.
[ She doesn't care about school, but this is one of those battles she will pick, I guess. ]
[she gets to look him in both eyes because he has them both. isn't that incredible? won't that be a horrifying regain next month? all these questions and more coming to a recollé near you.]
Pineapple on pizza's fucking stupid.
[he just walks around the zig zag rather than ducking under?? path of least resistance.]
[ "You're wrong" is what Mafuyu wants to spit back at him, but the threat of disappearing soda convinces her to drop the topic and turn her attention to the counter, where a worker waits to take her order. ]
Pineapple! [ First and foremost, because if Majima thinks they're gross, he can toss his on her slices and she'll eat them. ] And ham, Canadian bacon, mushrooms, Italian sausage, salami, black olives, double cheese—
[ Her eyes are up on the menu hanging on the wall... she's ordering everything off the menu onto a single pizza... ]
[ There's "the customer is always right" and there's "the pizza dough won't cook properly with so many ingredients, and you're going to end up with like three cubes of pineapple and a singular slice of pepperoni you're going to have to fight over" but okay whatever.
The pizza worker gives up writing down each item and scribbles it out to replace with "one pizza with everything," and hands the order to the cook because honestly it's not his problem...
Mafuyu looks excited though, you can practically see the kirakira sparkles. ] And two cups for soda! [ Which she grabs when they're placed on the counter, both of them, that she runs directly to the soda fountain to fill up. You're getting cherry soda too, Majima. ]
[that works for majima, tbh, and he pays the pizza guy and tips him really well. majima's just a caring guy, i guess. after he gets their number he heads over to find mafuyu getting the soda.]
[ One cup has been filled up all the way with red, so full that it touches the underside of the cap placed over it, some of the soda spilling out where she'd stuck the straw through the middle already. The other cup... there's a sad three drops of cherry at the bottom of the otherwise empty cup, soda machine spluttering and finally out of cherry soda. ]
What d'you want? Orange? Root beer? I can get you both.
[ Mixed in the same cup-- her hands reach for the root beer. ]
[ The three drops count, and she looks painfully proud of herself as she holds the cup out to him. (no, but can you believe she's always beenlike this) ]
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[majima will drop the subject for now but he's going to do his best to be a mediocre influence on her!! for now he'll just turn off the car and follow her in.]
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The smell of sweet tomato sauce and heavy undertones of grease hang in the air inside the fast food joint as they enter, and Mafuyu makes a beeline for the counter, ducking under the bars that redirects the line into a compact zig zag because there aren't very many people in line to begin with. Halfway through, she freezes. Looks Majima in the eye, and in her most serious tone ]
What do you think about pineapple on pizza.
[ She doesn't care about school, but this is one of those battles she will pick, I guess. ]
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Pineapple on pizza's fucking stupid.
[he just walks around the zig zag rather than ducking under?? path of least resistance.]
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You're fucking stupid. What's wrong with pineapple?
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[obviously??]
But if ya want pineapple, we'll get pineapple - just go hurry up and tell the guy what you want on your pizza before the soda ya want runs out.
[they can fight over pineapples after]
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Pineapple! [ First and foremost, because if Majima thinks they're gross, he can toss his on her slices and she'll eat them. ] And ham, Canadian bacon, mushrooms, Italian sausage, salami, black olives, double cheese—
[ Her eyes are up on the menu hanging on the wall... she's ordering everything off the menu onto a single pizza... ]
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Do it right like the lady says an' I'll tip ya extra for your trouble.
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The pizza worker gives up writing down each item and scribbles it out to replace with "one pizza with everything," and hands the order to the cook because honestly it's not his problem...
Mafuyu looks excited though, you can practically see the kirakira sparkles. ] And two cups for soda! [ Which she grabs when they're placed on the counter, both of them, that she runs directly to the soda fountain to fill up. You're getting cherry soda too, Majima. ]
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They didn't run out, did they?
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[ One cup has been filled up all the way with red, so full that it touches the underside of the cap placed over it, some of the soda spilling out where she'd stuck the straw through the middle already. The other cup... there's a sad three drops of cherry at the bottom of the otherwise empty cup, soda machine spluttering and finally out of cherry soda. ]
What d'you want? Orange? Root beer? I can get you both.
[ Mixed in the same cup-- her hands reach for the root beer. ]
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Sure, Root Beer, go with that.
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[ The three drops count, and she looks painfully proud of herself as she holds the cup out to him. (no, but can you believe she's always been like this) ]
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Thanks, Mafuyu. I'm sure it'll taste great.