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Well, if Angelo was planning on getting him drunk, at least Tybalt had chosen a wine that he liked. He had it all set up in the kitchen and everything; the oven was on and the plates were set out, ready to have the food put on. There was a flower in a small vase on the table, but no candles. Unfortunately the whole day had been spent making the food and cleaning up, and it had been an oversight on his part. A pity, really.

"Surprised?" He puffed up a bit, brushing some of his hair out of his face. Ah yes, everybody always seemed so surprised that he could set up a nice date. Hell, everyone gawked at the fact that he was romantic at all. It was strange in his mind, but then again, he showed just about as much emotion as a stone in his day to day life.

"Have a seat. I'll set everything up." He plopped the small bundle of white violets down right into the vase he'd already set up. It was too big for a single flower, really...
 
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It seemed they were both fairly surprised at how romantic the other was. Angelo couldn't quite blame him. Angelo didn't exactly talk about who he was seeing at work, so it probably seemed like he wasn't seeing anyone.

He took a seat, looking like he belonged there, and swept his eyes over the table. He almost, almost asked Tybalt if he did this often, and then decided that was the sort of question that would get him smacked.

No, better to choose other things to chat about while Tybalt pulled the steak (good god, he hoped it was steak, because it smelled like steak and his mouth was watering) out of the oven.

"I have to know - what's your taste in movies? Because I had you chalked up for a serious drama kind of person, but now I'm starting to suspect romantic comedies."
 
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Tybalt busied himself with the kitchen; indeed, it was steak that he'd spent most of the day preparing. It wasn't particularly hard, but it was nice to have once in a while and it wasn't as if an officer's salary let it happen often. But this was a date, it was supposed to be special by all accounts. If he was acting like a normal human, this only happened a few times in a lifetime.

"Romantic comedies? Oh, please." He plopped the steak down onto the plates and started to put the sides on. "Movie-wise, old French films are probably to my liking. Of course, looking at my apartment, I might have taken it a bit too far." But he liked the romance of it, the pretty ladies and well dressed men. Paris was so pretty if one wasn't actually there.

"But I guess you're the romantic comedy guy, huh?" At this point, barely anything would surprise him anymore. He slid the plate down in front of Angelo before taking a seat himself.
 
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Old French films? Angelo let out a little snicker. "If you try and make me watch something in French..." It went without saying he didn't speak a word, but for most people, it would also go without saying that he didn't speak anything but English. They'd be wrong, of course.

"Can't you just say you like romantic classics?" Because Tybalt wasn't squirming out of the fact that he liked romance films. There was pretty much no way he did. "And no, if I want humor, I'll go watch some CSI." Watching that kind of crime drama was hilarious as far as he was concerned. People got murdered in the most bizarre of ways, and the police... good God, the police in those shows. "I watch some TV, but not much. I've got issues with... I guess suspension of disbelief? I have a hard time not picking apart how dumb some of the stuff is." He was more on the physical side of things as far as hobbies went.

And then the steak was out, and good God. He couldn't think that enough. He stared at the steak like a man dying of hunger, eyes flicking up to look at Tybalt.

Of course, he couldn't just eat. Not for dinner at least. He went pretty low key over lunch, and he doubted anyone realized it, but he couldn't exactly cheat at dinner.

"You, uh, okay with me saying grace?" What was the standard for saying grace with a goddamn fallen angel at the table? He wasn't entirely clear on just how fallen Tybalt was. Was he even religious? Was he... what, anti-god? The whole thing was confusing, and for the most part he'd avoided asking directly. It was obviously a sore point.
 
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"Well, that old thing's barely gotten any use." He gestured vaguely to the tv sitting in the living room, basically untouched for all the time he'd lived here. Sure he liked a certain genre of movies, but that didn't mean he liked to stare at a screen for long hours, either.

Tybalt cocked his head slightly to the side when Angelo asked if he could say grace, however. Huh, what an old tradition. He didn't even realize anybody did it anymore, though he figured plenty probably did. He was just no longer in the know, being cast down from heaven and all. He gave a small shrug.

"Sure, if you'd like."
 
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Catholics still said grace damnit. Well, the ones that paid attention - the kind that went to church every Sunday, which he had while he was back in New York. He'd stopped when he'd gotten to the island, of course, but he still said grace, even if it was to himself. In this case, it seemed... well, oddly fitting. Who knew what God's specific stance on dining with fallen Angels was? In truth, it was kind of hard to even think of Tybalt as a fallen angel. He didn't fit the type. He wasn't, as far as Angelo could tell, a sinner. An angel who had fallen from heaven. In Catholocism, Angels fell from heaven because they'd turned their back on god, so he supposed it was possible. It wasn't like he'd had any great theological debates with Tybalt.

He hadn't even brought it up.

"Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen." He sounded pretty dang Italian when he said it, an accent he didn't normally have leaking through. He crossed himself, feeling extremely self conscious, and then settled in.

"Well, now that this extremely awkward thing is out of the way... I'm guessing I should get eating so I can tell you how good of a cook you are."
 
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Tybalt didn't really mind, just watched on with indifference as Angelo clasped his hands together and said grace. It was almost a moot point for him, really, as he wasn't quite beholden to the same laws as humans abided by when it came to religion. Angels were a little different, a fallen one a little more so.

Angelo did live up to his name as the words came out, though. If he hadn't thought he was much too Italian before - though his stomach would protest - he definitely was now.

Tybalt made a faint 'hm' sound, nodding ever so slightly. "Yeah, I guess you should. I do warn you, I am a bit of a cook." On top of that, he'd spent a whole lot of time on this meal so he wouldn't appreciate it being scoffed at.
 
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Angelo didn't wait - he took the fork and knife, cut off a piece, and give it a taste.

It was good. It was no five star chef's meal, but it was extremely well done for home cooking. He didn't comment right away, opting to take a second bite before he gave his comments.

"Alright, I give up. I was trying to find something to criticize so it wouldn't seem like I was fawning, but nope, I've got nothing. This is a damn good steak." Ahhh, he could get used to this. Now he just had to seduce Tybalt so thoroughly that he would cook him steak all the time. That would be the life.
 
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Tybalt was definitely the more 'dainty' of the two, so to speak. He just outright carried himself in a different way than his partner, even ate in a different way, but that didn't matter too much in mind. Something about the content of his character... He had barely gotten through his first bite when Angelo was on his second.

"Glad you enjoy it." There was a kind of satisfaction in people liking his cooking. He'd almost give himself a pat on the back had that not been terribly vain. As it stood, perhaps he wasn't as irritated by Angelo's presence as he had been when they first met. After all, Tybalt was meant to be a kind sort of creature, sometimes... More judgmental than kind, but still.

"So, why the date, anyways?" Because it was lost on Tybalt. Why ask him on a date? Wasn't this supposed to be against some code of professional conduct for officers, or something?
 
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He was expecting that question at some point or another, although he was kind of hoping he wouldn't get asked. He assumed it went more or less without saying, but Tybalt could be pretty oblivious about some things.

"Well, I'm not dating anyone, and as far as I know, you aren't dating anyone either. You seem like a nice guy, you're my type physically, and I'm not of aware of any reason we wouldn't work as a couple. So - a date. To see if we'd actually work out." He supposed it sounded a bit like he was explaining the meaning for a date, but... well, that was basically what he'd been asked. Why else would he ask Tybalt out?

"This isn't an office prank or anything, if that's what you're worried about." Was he? He sure as hell hoped not. He'd like to think Tybalt thought better of him then that.
 
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