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[protective_logic]

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[depthlesslock]

York's eyes widen a little. He hadn't expected Delta to be the one to suggest, but he can't help the smile as he nods.

'I'd like that.'

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Oh god, he did it. He said it. And the guy said yes. Delta's cheeks are even redder then.

"At least this way we don't have to go home after a completely failed night," suggests, suddenly a touch more shy than he had been. But perhaps for the better. They can cover their own meals and Delta won't have to go home with his tail between his legs.

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The way Delta turns beat red as soon as York accepts his offer makes him wonder if he had been expecting rejection. Or was at least new to flirting. In any case, it's rather sweet. Though he does seem to withdraw a bit.

'This is true,' he agrees. 'New opportunities spring from failed plans.'

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Truth was that it was both things. Expecting rejection, and new to flirting. Delta's just a lot of awkwardness right now, but York seemed okay with the offer.

"Exactly," Delta agrees, gesturing to the seat in front of him. "We even have the same waiter. He would have no problem delivering your order here."

All of that makes sense. "Join me, please?"

[depthlesslock]

'Sure.' Well, why not? Delta makes a good argument, it would stop them having to talk over the gap between tables and on the off chance either of their previous dates does eventually decide to show up... they can figure something out.

He grabs his jacket off the back of his chair and moves over to sit opposite Delta. Seeing him closer... yep, he's still cute.

[protective_logic]

York almost is more unfairly attractive this close. But he does smile as he lifts his glass to York. "Thank you. This way I don't have to crane my neck to try and speak to you."

[depthlesslock]

'Does save the strain and ducking back in whenever the waiters walk by,' he agrees, grinning. 'So. Hi. Nice to meet you, Delta.'

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"Nice to meet you, York," Delta agrees with a smile. He's charming, and he's got a smile that could light up a room. "Do you know who you're waiting for?"

[depthlesslock]

'No one now, he's already here.' He winks at him.

[protective_logic]

Oh dear. The man seems to just have an unreasonable amount of charm. Yes his face is still red.  “I... well... how could someone stand a guy as charming as you up? Do you work for the IRS?”

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[depthlesslock]

Watching Delta blush is quickly becoming a highlight of this evening. He has to laugh at the questions. 'Aw, thanks. I'm a locksmith, actually.'

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Not expected but a reasonable job. Delta actually looks a touch impressed by that. “Sounds like a good line of work. People always lock themselves out of things. But I’ve always wondered how they prove they have the right to have whatever it is unlocked.” He’s so focused on York that he doesn’t see someone new come in, a very out of breath man with a bouquet of daisies. One whose eyes are casting about for something or someone. The guy is balding and his clothes look three kinds of wrinkled and a sharp set of eyes might catch the bruises across his knuckles that implied the guy was either a boxer—unlikely given his build—or had been in a fight recently. 

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[depthlesslock]

'There are security checks,' he says. 'But it's not perfect. However, in terms of cars and houses, most thieves going for robbery are local and wouldn't want their faces to be seen, which they would be if they called me to open the thing for them.' Facing away from the door, York hears it open, but pays it little mind.

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Oh dear. Delta ducks his head when he sees the man at last, quickly tugging at his tie. Once he has it done he tucks the thing under his leg.  “Pretend you’re supposed to be here,” Delta says quickly. He knows those bruises. That guy definitely fights. God he hopes Omega didn’t post his picture on the profile. Don’t let the man recognize him.

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The sudden change makes York tense. He's not entirely sure who Delta's just seen, but he doesn't look around, much as he wants to, not when Delta's clearly trying not to draw attention. So he forces his shoulders to drop again.

'So it's all settling down now, which is a relief. And North, you remember North? He's got a kid now, who is adorable. Very energetic and friendly once he gets used to you. North loves him to bits, of course.'

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“North has a kid? I didn’t know he was in a serious relationship. How old is the kid? My little siblings would be happy to meet, just need to figure which.” Noooo, the man is coming closer. Then he comes to stand at the edge of the table.  “Sir? Hi. I was supposed to meet someone here who looks an awful lot like you,” the stranger says.  “Uh,” Delta tilts his head, “York, did you double book me or something?”

[depthlesslock]

York would very happily go on, but a shadow over the table makes him look up and within moments of the man speaking, he has to repress a scowl. The date. For real? His gaze rakes over him and his eyes narrow a touch at the sight of his knuckles.

'Sure didn't mean to. I talk enough for two as it is.'

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“I didn’t mean you,” the man tells York before looking at Delta. “I was here to meet you.” Really? Fine. Delta shrugs. “You’re wrong, Sir. I’m here having dinner to catch up with an old college friend. Now please move away. I can see our waiter with our appetizers.”

[depthlesslock]

'I've been with him this whole time. When were you meant to meet this guy? Maybe it was someone else? You know there are some people who look weirdly alike despite not being related.' The waiter seems to hesitate, seeing the altercation, but York encourages him forward. He sets the plates down and hurries off.

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“Half an hour ago,” the man says shifting food to foot.  “Anyway, York,” Delta says, opting to ignore the man, “how old is North’s kid. Tell me more.”

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York raises an eyebrow. 'Dude, I hate to tell you, but if it was half an hour ago, the guy's probably gone.' Technically Delta was planning to leave before they got talking.

He turns back to Delta. 'He's six. Loves to play, and North completely dotes on him, as I'm sure you can imagine.'

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The man looks quite angry at that, but he does storm off, flowers in hand. Once he's gone, Delta breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thanks," he says, his voice soft. "He... I don't think that would have been a good date."

He's going to kill Omega.

[depthlesslock]

York keeps a careful eye on him until he's out of sight, and even then, he stays wary lest the man realise their deception and come back.

'I would have to agree,' he says, turning back to Delta. 'And that's not coming out from my being selfish.' Fresh blood on the knuckles is not something anyone wants to see at a first date.

[protective_logic]

Less blood, more bruising, and Delta looks a bit shaken. "What say, after the appetizers, we go somewhere else? There's a pizza place a few doors down. A lot better atmosphere."

Not nearly as stuffy.

[depthlesslock]

'Well now, how can I say no to pizza?' He grins reassuringly, though his shoulders are still tense, his guard up.