Wanted To Make A Post About Some Of Aggie's Abilities But I Can't Form The Thoughts Into Sentences That

wanted to make a post about some of aggie's abilities but i can't form the thoughts into sentences that make sense so you're getting a list of her sensory no's instead

sherpa. can't stand the stuff

microfiber

cotton yarn. hates how smooth/soft it feels

soggy food. always wears gloves when doing the dishes

loose hair getting tangled around her fingers or sticking to her body (like when she's bathing)

lotions that leave her skin feeling too oily or waxy

chapstick that makes her lips feel waxy

high-pitched squeaky noises

clothing tags (she does save them tho for washing/care instructions)

clothes and blankets that are itchy (like if they're made from wool)

"mystery" things in meat (large chunks of fat, pieces of cartilage, bone, etc)

anyone chewing with their mouth open

" o-oh— " she'd tell him not to worry about it but he's already taken a couple of the bags from her arms that she was struggling only a little to carry. " i, um, i-i'm s-s-stronger than i look, sir. " agatha tells him with a laugh, but still, she nods and thanks him, leading him away from the truck and into the back of the shop, setting the bags down on a pallet. " here, th-they c-can be set down right here with the rest. "

i said i would send an ask @fiorserpen but lazy makes me do this

"Whoa there now-" Attention moving from his phone to the blonde holding a few too many bags of fertilizer now, he puts his cell away as he moves to grab about all the bags but one for her. "A little lass like you shouldn't be overdoing it on moving things like this. Where are you bringing these? I'll help y' out, alright?"

just saying but aggie could probably be convinced to get nipple piercings—

a soft laugh leaves agatha, her smile growing as she gives a light shrug of her shoulders. " maybe. i don't know that i believe in fate, but sometimes you can kind of feel it, you know? or at least i can. when something feels right and like it's meant to be. " she doesn't want to scare nnoitra away by proclaiming he might be 'the one' or that they're soulmates when even she isn't sure. it was hard to tell when someone was the one, though being here with him does feel right. it feels good.

" i never really thought there was anything wrong with being in the friendzone, but then again... well, let's just say men and women don't tend to find lack of confidence or self-esteem particularly attractive. same with self-loathing. " her smile falters a little and she shifts in the booth a little. rarely did agatha admit to how she used to feel about herself, especially now that she doesn't really feel that way anymore. " the guy i was with in my first relationship was kind and patient enough to help me through all of that and encouraged me to get therapy, which helped immensely. " agatha's full smile returns. she was in a much better headspace thanks to that first relationship.

now she laughs and toys with the fidget ring on her thumb. " sorry. i know dates very rarely enjoy listening to the other talk about past relationships, so i won't bring it up anymore. " agatha says, shaking her head. when nnoitra mentions that they already get along, her smile grows and she nods. " exactly! of course, we can still use this as a test date to see if we'd like more dates, and if not, then we just go back to being friends. " though agatha can't help but hope that this will work and they don't have to go back to being just friends. " by the way, have you decided what you'd like to order? "

You'd never get any fake-ass compliments from Nnoitra. He never, EVER said anything nice unless he meant it. The downside was that he hardly ever gave any compliments, but at least when he did give them they were sincere. He was surprised he could make her blush that easily. Just by telling her the truth. Surely she had to know she was girlfriend material? Then again, Agatha didn't have all that much confidence. Nnoitra just grinned, glad he could make her feel special. That was the mission when you went on a date with a chick. To make her feel like she was special.

So she had high hopes, huh? Well - FUCK . He preferred when the bar was as low as fucking possible, because he really wasn't the most romantic dude ( in fact, he was the least romantic guy ever ). This was one of the reasons why his dates with guys typically went better than when he tried going out with girls.

It was true though. She already knew he wasn't a romantic guy. She already knew that he could be rude and dismissive and that he had a gloomy aura. They didn't have to get to know each other. She already accepted his personality. At least as a friend. But surely, in a boyfriend, she'd be looking for something MORE? Could he fill those shoes? He decided not to think too much about that. It wasn't like he had any choice other than to just be himself.

❝ 'Daz like fate, yeah? Like we were supposed 'ta go on this date. ❞ He said, jokingly. He didn't think he believed in fate. ❝ Yeah, gettin' 'ta skip 'da gettin'-'ta-know-each-other part 's fuckin' great. ❞ It was a step he often failed. Most girls recognized him as a major red flag from the start. ❝ I thought I was friendzoned. ❞ A laugh followed. Most guys thought they were friendzoned. Nnoitra had quite a lot of female friends so... Yeah, it was a zone he knew surprisingly well. ❝ But I guess trynna' date a friend ain't bad. I already know we get along. ❞

it was confirmed, they would meet at the diner at four. oh, she's so excited!! even she didn't think it would get this far, assuming nnoitra would be perfectly fine with remaining as friends, but the faerie isn't complaining about him wanting a date. maybe it would work in the end and they could go on more and it could bloom into a real romantic relationship. she does hope it can.

agatha finishes her snack and soda, clearing up the garbage and quickly taking a shower. while she knows she doesn't have to impress him, it would still be good to show up to the date in something nice. once out of the shower and dried off, agatha picks out an outfit for herself. something light and comfortable, with it being summer and all. she puts on a white blouse with slightly puffy sleeves and flowers embroidered along the collar and sleeve cuffs, then a shin-length, sage green skirt that flared outward if she spun in it. next was a pair of knee highs and brown mary jane pumps. agatha checks herself out in the mirror, looking herself over. she looks pretty cute, if she does say so herself!

with some time still between now and her date, she takes the time to put her hair into long twin braids. she felt she had to do something with it. ah, maybe she'll cut it one of these days so it's less of a hassle to deal with. maybe she could ask nnoitra what he thinks. maybe that's not a first date thing. she could just ask if she gets any closer to making a concrete decision. agatha looks herself over once more. now she's all ready!

agatha grabs her phone, keys and her wallet, tucking them all into her bag. she pats clover's head, makes sure she has enough food and water, and heads out the door to her car. she turns on her radio to distract herself from the anxiety kicking in, tapping her thumbs against the steering wheel. agatha's sure she'll be less nervous once she gets to the diner. it's just pre-date jitters, that's all.

she pulls into the parking lot and grabs her bag, hesitating before heading inside. oh, boy, the place is a bit busier than she thought it'd be. well, it is a new diner, after all, but no matter! so long as both can handle it, it's perfectly fine. she scans the faces, looking for nnoitra's, smiling when she spots him. agatha heads towards the table, lightly tapping his shoulder. " i'm glad to see you here, nnoitra. " her smile grows and she sets her bag down on the booth seat, leaning it against the wall before sitting across from him. " i'm still a bit surprised you swiped on my profile, but... happy, too, and flattered that you'd show such an interest in me. must've been surprising to see me on tinder, huh? "

He was pretty much expecting her to say that "Of course we can hang out as friends", or something like that. It would be a kind, yet clear signal. It would tell him that she just wanted to stay friends and not try to take their relationship in a different direction, which would be fine by him. It wouldn't hurt his feelings. He wasn't THAT fragile.

What a surprise for him then, when she texted that she WAS game for a date. What the fuck --- He was getting excited about it. How stupid. He brushed a hand through his hair. He HADN'T expected to get this far. Okay. Shit. She was clearly interested, since she even suggested where they should go, as if to "seal the deal". Nnoitra was glad, since he always had troubles deciding where to take girls. He wasn't a very romantic person, and he always felt like he was choosing a disappointing location.

to - agatha - 「 hell yeah」

to - agatha - 「 c u at 4」

He stood up from the couch, and chugged his beer, like he was demonstrating his determination. It was a couple of hours until four. If he was going on a date he better get ready. Nnoitra wasn't the kind of guy who paid much attention to his appearance. There was only so much he could do to "improve" it after all.

First step was a shower. He usually wore his hair up in summer. He'd put it up once it was dry ( that took a while, it was so long and thick ). In the meantime he tried to find some clean clothes that didn't look like he'd fished them out of a dumpster. Something in colour, maybe. Almost all his clothes were black. Eventually he DID find a red t-shirt. It was relatively new and the colour wasn't faded yet. It was too hot outside to wear a hoodie ( unfortunately ). Nnoitra preferred to cover his skinny arms. Mah, Agatha had seen him in t-shirts before so she already knew how thin he was. No need to hide inside a big hoodie.

Black pants, red t-shirt and his usual boots... Yeah, outfit done. He put up his hair and he put some effort into it. He tried to make the bun less messy, but honestly - it wasn't very successful. Despite how he'd worn his hair long for almost his whole life, he STILL wasn't any good at styling it. Mah, whatever. Agatha already knew what he looked like so he didn't have to impress her with his looks ( there was no way for him to do that with anyone anyway ).

He stayed in his apartment until it was time to leave, so that he wouldn't get sweaty by walking around the city, or spill something on his clean clothes. THAT'S how dedicated he was here! Agatha better appreciate it ( a joke ).

He'd show up at the diner a while before 4, and grab them a booth. The diner was quite popular, so it was a good thing he could secure them seats. While he waited, he was looking at the menu. Was he nervous? Nah, but he was excited.

" it looks worse than it feels. " -James to Aggie

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! / accepting!

agatha sighs, looking away, her hands lowering to her lap. she shakes her head. " how it looks or feels is beside the point, james. i told you not to get into fights for me. just because some guy comes up to me, flirting with me, i-it doesn't mean he won't take 'i have a boyfriend' for an answer. " she sighs again and resumes gently dabbing the alcohol wipe at the cut on his cheek. when the guy punched him after james struck first, his ring had cut into his skin. agatha shakes her head again. this was her fault. it always is. she places a bandaid over the cut after putting some salve over it.

agatha tends to his hands now, carefully wiping the blood from his knuckles, staying silent for a few moments longer. " you react like that like... like you're afraid i'll flirt back o-or i'll leave with them. " her gaze flickers up to his eyes. " do you think you're not good enough for me? do you think the moment someone 'better' comes along, i'll leave? because you know me better than that, james. you know i wouldn't, you know i believe you're more than enough for me. " gently she smooths over the bandaids she puts over james' knuckles. she traces her thumb over them before bringing his hand to her lips, pressing the gentlest of kisses over the bandaids.

" i don't want or need anyone else in my life but you. you know that, but i'll gladly remind you every time you want or need to hear it. " agatha smiles, leaning up to kiss his lips. " there is no 'better' when you're already the best. you're my everything and i'm not going anywhere. you're stuck with me for life, james. "