IT'S FINGER LICKIN' GOOD!

[inventor]

Who: howard stark + gladio & you????
Where: lagomarcino's, it's raining hen, weaver's, hurt's donuts, howard's place — out and about, p much.
When: feb. 14, valentine's day
What: basically "the world's end", but with food. and no alien invasion. hopefully. fingers crossed!
Warnings: profanity and sex jokes.

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( to say that he's having trouble adjusting to this town is an understatement. in fact, it'd be appropriate to say that howard was a shitty time. his mind was a blank slate and it was nigh impossible to command his mind to recall even the simplest of memory. at times, it became impossible to command his mind to perform the simplest of tasks. and having a pain in the ass roommate did not help at all. howard had no time for peace or quiet. no time to try to figure this out without his roommate slinking around like sullen teen and making snide passive aggressive remarks. (not that howard could say precisely what it was that vexed him so. after the first few days living with jeff, his words became white noise to howard. what he could say, however, was that this living arrangement wasn't going to end well. either jeff would move out or howard would make him.) it made him want to crawl inside a bottle until the memories came back or he drowned. whichever came first, he didn't care.

all of this to say that, when howard discovered the envelope containing food and drink vouchers and a date on his front stoop, he immediately became pleased as punch. for the first time in — well, ever, a pink glow entered howard's cheeks and there was a spring in his step. a date and free food? fuck yeah, count him right the fuck in. and so, for the next few days, nothing jeff said could dampen howard's mood and, when he left the house that valentine's night for his date, a smile rested comfortably on his face. so here he is — standing in front of lagomarcino's soda shop, waiting for his date.

hopefully, she was hot. )

Comments

[protecting]

❰ depending entirely on whether howard would have preferred an ugly woman or an attractive man, this could be entirely disappointing. gladio himself honestly didn't have a ton of preconceptions on what his date might look like, because frankly, he's still not over the sheer quantity of food vouchers that envelope managed to provide.

gladio actually cleaned up alright today. put on a tank top, covered his abs for the occasion, though now he's got no jacket and his arm muscles are basically just as obscene, and he washed his black pants (the only pair he owns that aren't painfully 90's, not that he even knows what that is). basically, it's hard to tell from an outside perspective but gladio kind of almost Made An Effort, even if it's probably a sorely mistaken one.

first stop: soda shop. and honestly, if the note hadn't told him to 'wait outside' if his date hadn't yet arrived, he'd probably not have realized howard was the person he's even looking for. but here the guy stands, envelope in hand, clearly waiting for someone... no way it's coincidence, right? so... ❱

Hey, ❰ is the greeting he offers. his hands slide into his back pockets, and one returns with an envelope, which he flashes vaguely. ❱ According to this, me and a mystery someone get to clean out half the food joints in town. Sound familiar?

[inventor]

( to say that howard is disappointed by the reveal of his date is an understatement. when he was getting ready for the date tonight, he was expecting someone less..... burly. (that's not to say he wouldn't have pass on a miss burly). the disappointment, no doubt, crosses his face for a moment before he tampers it down with a blank look.

ah whatever. the food's free and this guy looks like he can throw a punch if howard's mouth was to become the best of him and they were to end up in a pickle.

a corner of his mouth flicks upwards in a half-grin and says jokingly, ) Yeah, Mr. Mystery Someone right here, hello. But call me Howard.