A Date with Confession [for Daaharu]

Internally, Mikayla cringed at her comment about puking if Fallon kissed her. Actually, the thought of getting to kiss her had...sounded much better ever since their match. Mikayla simply didn't feel as if she was up to...explaining that just yet, though. And the raw fish did ruin the whole thing. She just didn't want Fallon to be turned away by the comment, as silly as it was, so she recovered and jabbed a finger towards the sushi with a broad look of disgust. "If raw fish was involved, it sure would be!" That was...the truth. Not the whole truth, but she wasn't on trial.

With her fortress of dishes arranged, the blonde stuck her chin out like she was some grizzly old military commander and lifted a chopstick at Fallon, dramatically jabbing it at the space between them. "We'll use the chopsticks as projectiles! None shall pass! Anything to keep the main course protected!" As Fallon reached over to poke at Mikayla, the blonde responded in turn, prodding Fallon lightly in the chin with the chopstick. "No, you are the one getting poked here, Miss Terrazas! You were the one who threatened my meal!"

Realizing she was maybe getting a little too into character for a table filled with other people, if she had no bone of shame in her body, the blonde reeled in her chopstick as the main course was passed around, only pretending like she was going to bite Fallon's finger when the brunette kept it beneath her shoulder. Fallon barely seemed to notice, and Mikayla soon settled into the same trance as she watched different meals land in front of the different people at the table before Fallon's arrived and then her own. The blonde bowed to the man again with another charming smile, and was about to dig in before she saw him tinkering with some shrimp he had already cooked that made her mouth water. Watching what he did at the other end of the table made her pause and watch, hanging on every person's attempt to catch the shrimp in their mouths and either letting out a small cheer for them or a disappointed "aww" if they missed.

When it came Fallon's turn, the blonde rested her head on her hand in interest and watched as the brunette reached as far back as she could to grab the shrimp...before her seat creaked. The blonde knew what that sound meant, and despite her shocked expression, she reached out reflexively to grab Fallon's chair at the same time the brunette reached out to grab hold of her. The accidentally concerted effort helped keep Fallon from toppling over, and after she got over her initial surprise and heard Fallon giggling, the blonde tore into giggles of her own that continued their way down the table. The chef, grinning mischievously, flung the last piece of shrimp at Mikayla in the midst of her giggles, and she barely reacted, the shrimp clattering off her lips and landing in the middle of her dish. The horrible catch attempt sent her into more giggles, and she had to wipe a quick tear away from her eyes. "Oh my gosh...that was ridiculous."

Fallon was brazen enough to violate the dish-constructed boundary that Mikayla had built up between the two of them, moving her arm right over the stack of salad and soup bowls and poking Mikayla right in her upper chest, just a little bit below her collar bone. She giggled as Mikayla made her little military speech, jabbing at Fallon with a chopstick. After a few test jabs, Mikayla would close the gap between the chopstick and Fallon, prodding the brunette's chin. Fallon smirked. "You're being poked more, Miss Pryor!" she would say simply, as she kept her finger on Mikayla for several seconds after the blonde took the chopstick away from Fallon's chin.

Mikayla made as if to bite Fallon's finger, and Fallon would almost withdraw it as a pure reflex. But she didn't, and she would snicker as Mikayla didn't actually bite her finger. She wagged her other finger at Mikayla, almost daring the blonde to try to get that one, but would quickly pull it away. Soon, both of them would become largely entranced by the final stages of food preparation.

The shrimp-tossing went along smoothly down the table, with a couple of the other ten diners catching the shrimp in their mouths, but a majority of them failing to do so. Fallon, when her turn came, was a little overzealous, swinging back and managing to catch the shrimp, but only at the expense of her balance. She flailed wildly for a couple of seconds, before a combination of her efforts and Mikayla's brought her chair crashing loudly back down to the floor.

Fallon clung tightly to Mikayla as she laughed, her arms holding Mikayla tightly in a hug. She didn't even see the last piece of shrimp bounce off of the blonde's lips, but she felt her friend jerk, and then start giggling even more. Fallon would adjust herself as she clung on to Mikayla, but kept on hugging her friend. "Seriously...I feel so crazy right now. Gaah..." She shook her head and buried her face in the crease of Mikayla's neck again.

Meanwhile, their tablemates were starting their meals, and their chef would pack up his things, wish the diners a good meal, and head back to the kitchen.

Mikayla did not see fit to cease her absurdity, and pretended to frown deeply and threateningly as Fallon challenged the effect of her poking. "But I have the deadly weapon," she claimed, deepening her voice and trying to sound as fearsome as possible. "Why do you think people started eating with chopsticks? To stab the people who tried to take their food." It sounded like as good of an explanation as any to Mikayla, so she would run with it, especially to let Fallon know just how dangerous she was... even though she really wasn't dangerous at all and had to really strain not to break out into giggles.

The absurdity that resulted from the chef's tossing everyone at the table a piece of shrimp, she did giggle at. A lot, to the point that her face reddened. And after she had unceremoniously knocked her piece of shrimp into her plate, she laughed again when she peered down at it, patting Fallon, who was still laughing herself, on the shoulder and wiping more tears from her eyes and catching her breath. "That was the...most ridiculous five seconds I've ever been a part of," she exaggerated, through another couple of laughs, though she did not exaggerate by much.

After giving herself another moment to recover, sweeping her bangs aside and grabbing her chopsticks again, she got very serious about the meal that was in front of her, gulping in the scent. "Oooh, this will be so good...", she said, as much to herself as to Fallon, as she plucked at it and took a taste. "Mmmmm..." Her eyes slid shut as she took in all the flavor. Delicious.

Fallon couldn't help but cackle like a crazy person as she clung to Mikayla, but soon she realized that she was at a table full of people, in a restaurant full of people, most of whom she didn't know. She took a deep breath and composed herself, pulling herself back into her own seat and smoothing out the front of her dress, keeping one hand on Mikayla's shoulder for a few extra seconds before letting it slip off as she realized that her steak and lobster was in front of her. She wiped the little tears from her eyes and would put her napkin back down on her lap.

"Heh heh heh...that was fun," Fallon would say, grinning at Mikayla and winking as she would pick up her chopsticks. When she looked down at her plate, she saw a wonderful assemblage of some of the most delicious food in the whole world. Tender steak grilled to a pinkish medium temperature, lobster that was succulent and full of flavor, a medley of vegetables stir-fried and sauced so perfectly that even a veggy skeptic like Fallon could not help but adore them. There were two sauces presented, as well: a ginger sauce, dark in color and tangy, and an orange-white mustard cream sauce that was a little bit sweeter. Fallon preferred the white sauce, and eagerly dipped a pair of asparagus stalks into it, before chomping down on them and practically purring in approval.

"Mmmmmmmm," she intoned happily. She turned to Mikayla and smiled again. "If you need any help finishing your food, don't hesitate to ask me!" the brunette would say to her date.

Mikayla munched on the first bite of food as if it was a sexual experience, instantly upset with herself that she had not discovered this place before Fallon told her about it. Had she tried this food when she had been looking for an apartment here in Tokyo, she would have just brought all of her furniture and moved in here at the restaurant. Maybe they could spare one of the party rooms for her to sleep. Now it was clear that she would go broke; not from her date with Fallon, but from wanting to eat at this place four or five times a week now...and possibly with Fallon continually in tow.

Her violet eyes cut over to Fallon before she captured another bit of her food in her chopsticks. "Same goes for you! I mean, you could always just push it over here like you did with your salad." The blonde winked and grabbed a bit of steak, shoving the naked meat into her mouth and reveling in the taste of the second bite much as she had with the first.

Talkative though Mikayla was, she had never rambled overlong in the middle of meals, and she turned her attention to her food, the sights, and her thoughts for a few moments, appreciating every bite.

Fallon relied on the white sauce pretty heavily during meals like this, dunking both her steak and her lobster in there, getting just enough on to enhance the flavor while not drowning it in sweet, creamy mustard flavor. For each of her first two bites, she took it very slow, just slipping the steak into her mouth, chewing it, feeling the meat pull apart between her teeth, juices oozing out and running over her tongue. Fallon purred again as she felt the taste almost overwhelm her taste buds with its...with its simple fantasticness. It was so savory, powerful but nuanced. Fallon wasn't a culinary critic. She had few words to describe how the meal tasted. All she knew was that Teppanyaki Moto was her favorite restaurant in the world—bar none.

It came to her, after a few bites, that this meal tasted even better than the other two or three full teppanyaki meals she had had at the same establishment. Fallon realized why, too—getting to spend time with Mikayla, having this much fun while waiting for the food when she would have normally just been sitting there getting hungrier and hungrier, was making everything taste that much better.

When Mikayla responded that Fallon could always give her more of her food, Fallon shook her head emphatically. "No way! Salad is, you know, salad. This is the best thing ever. I eat every last bite, and I lick the plate, too! Just wait, and you'll see!"

Fallon, feeling a little mischievous, would move her chopsticks quickly towards Mikayla's plate. She wouldn't go for any of the steak or lobster, but she would try to get one of the mushrooms that had come with the steak, grabbing it and dunking it in her mustard sauce before hopefully getting it all the way to her mouth so she could give Mikayla an impish grin.

"Oh I'll wait and see... but if there's anything left..." Sliding her chopsticks together menacingly, Mikayla angled them towards Fallon's plate. She did not waste any more time with threatening her friend's food, though, as interested as she was in eating her own. She dabbled a bit more in all that was on her plate, testing the sauces and all the different, amazing flavors and forgetting completely what it was that she had planned to consider while she had been eating.

She had slid her eyes shut when she felt Fallon's arm brush by hers, and she popped them open in time to see the brunette slipping away with a mushroom. Fixing her friend with a glare, the blonde momentary considered trying to snatch the mushroom back before she considered that it would be much easier to grab the same thing off of Fallon's plate while the other woman was busy trying to keep hold of what she had just stolen. The blonde slid her arm across the table and nabbed a mushroom of her own right off the top of Fallon's plate, looking smug as she downed it at the same time Fallon took a bite of hers. "Ha!"

"There won't be anything! Anything!" Fallon would insist, as Mikayla said that she would wait and see whether or not Fallon really finished off everything on her plate. She would show Mikayla just how hungry she was! Fallon was not the sort of girl to leave anything on the plate at any time, but especially not when she loved what she was eating this much.

After a few seconds, Fallon would get a little naughty as she would slip her arm past Mikayla's while the blonde's eyes were closed and grab one of the mushrooms on Mikayla's plate, bringing it back over to her own little sauce bowl and dipping it in the mustard-based white sauce. She would bring it up to her mouth before Mikayla could stop her, chomping on the mushroom and savoring the flavor of it, as well as reveling in her successful raid on her date's plate. "Mmmmm," she would sound.

As she stole it, however, Mikayla would launch an almost instantaneous counterattack. Mikayla's chopsticks moved suddenly for Fallon's plate, and, despite an attempt by Fallon to slap at Mikayla's arm to keep it away, she couldn't stop the blonde from stealing a mushroom and eating it, too. Fallon laughed and made an exaggerated pouty face. "Hey! Thief!" she would accuse. She would quickly make a move at Mikayla's plate again, trying to get a piece of steak this time!

Naturally, there was nothing for Mikayla to do but make a giant show of savoring the mushroom that she had stolen off of Fallon's plate like it was the best mushroom she had ever had in her life, since clearly the small victory of stealing the same piece of food back made it taste that much better even though it was exactly like the food on her own plate. It was just logic that other people's food was better, specifically when it was being "borrowed" in such a way.

In the process of slyly looking down her nose at Fallon, she nearly overlooked the brunette diving her chopsticks back towards Mikayla's own plate. "Nah ah!", she protested, mildly but sharply, as she brought her chopsticks to bear on Fallon's and pushed them aside as the sticks clashed briefly like what Mikayla imagined to be lightsabers. "Bad Fal!" She put up a defense in the form of her arm between her plate and Fallon's, and leveled her chopsticks at Fallon as dangerously as the nearly silly expression on her face would allow.

She bopped Fallon lightly on the nose with one chopstick, before launching into giggles.

The two of them were both putting on a little bit of a show. When Mikayla stole the mushroom from Fallon's plate in retaliation for Fallon swiping one from hers, Fallon pouted in quite the ridiculous fashion, and Mikayla, meanwhile, moaned and purred and grinned like the mushroom was mana straight from heaven. Fallon, barely able to keep the pouty expression on her face through an almost uncontrollable case of the giggles, would try to strike back, but her attempt to steal a piece of real meat from Mikayla's steak was denied as Mikayla's chopsticks intercepted her own!

"Hey! Gimme! Gimme!" Fallon would insist, her chopsticks tangling with Mikayla's, the wooden sticks clacking against each other as the two struggled to push each other back. Fallon, unfortunately, found herself countered at every turn by Mikayla, and was forced to draw her chopsticks back, giggling but also leering at her date as some of the other diners around them glanced bemusedly or confusedly in their direction. Fallon pointed her chopsticks back at Mikayla, mirroring what the blonde was doing. "I'm not gonna give up, Mikki!" Fallon would insist, before squealing in surprise as Mikayla bopped her on the nose with a chopstick, leaving a small mark of savory brown sauce!

"Gah! Oh, come here! Come here, Mikki!" Fallon would giggle-growl, as she would try to wrap an arm around Mikayla's body and reach up with her chopsticks to try to pinch one of Mikayla's cheeks between them!