terezi and rose??

SUSHI BAR AT MIDNIGHT AU

Terezi Pyrope, sushi chef extraordinaire, juggles her knives with the grace of a thousand ugly swans.

A very drunk Rose watches in awe, her gaping mouth only closing in order to take a sip of her sake. Terezi cuts into the salmon, slicing it just so as to not ruin the grain, creating the perfect topping to that little paddy of sweet rice. Rose licks her lips, and not entirely due to her imagining of the salty creation she will soon taste. Terezi lays her creation on the wooden dish in front of her.

“So,” says Rose, trying hard not to slur and failing by a mile. She thinks of an excellent pickup line, made even better by her woozy brain. “What are you doing later, good looking?”

“This. It’s my job.”

“How would you like to… like to…. like to eat some of that… off my. Naked. Body.”

Terezi pauses in the midst of her art, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I’d love that. How about at one AM?”

“Perfect.”