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[ Odin jumps off the carpet and staggers a little when he lands, but after taking in the shop he turns and beams at Poe, excited as FUCK. his, um-- his heart does skip a beat, a little, when he sees Poe's hair all roughed up like that, but he doesn't notice. ]

Oh, totally. I've eaten so much panther before.

[ a lie based on him hearing a word wrong. good. he turns back to the shop. ]

Can I pay for your food? All like gentlemanly and stuff. I think I'm not supposed to bring up money until the end of the date? But, you know. Conventions are for nerds.

[Odin gets an amused eyebrow raise as he rolls up the carpet, but as he doesn't know what a panther is, and is pretty sure they don't have bantha in Odin's universe, he lets that part slides and focuses on the 'date' part.]

Oh, is this a date now? [It came out more fond and teasing than it probably should have.]

Look, I'm not going to turn down free food. [There should be a but at the end of that sentence. But dates were fun and harmless and still not actually in Relationship territory, and Odin even dressed up, and the last thing he wants to think about in depth is the current epic mess of romantic feelings in his head - both from him, and from other people. So. Sure. A date. Why not.]

But if we go out for drinks after, they're on me.

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I just-- yeah? Wait, wait, I should-- wait! I wanna ask you out, like, properly. [ he straightens up his suit and points one finger at Poe, dramatic and sweeping. ] Poe Dameron. Wanna turn this into a date or whatever?

[ there's no weight behind this question, really, at least not from Odin's end. any fledgling romantic feelings he might be feeling towards Poe are still unknowable to him, so he just thinks he's being silly and theatrical. but this is going to be a memory he'll look back on and feel shitty about when he eventually realizes he's got a Thing, probably. ]

But yeah, course. I'm gonna get wasted if you're paying. You're gonna be so dang poor by the end of it.

[Poe just threw the carpet over his shoulder and watched Odin, openly amused. Later, he will think: this would have probably been the safest place to put an end to it, but at the moment he's mostly just thinking about how at least this means that he is probably going to get laid tonight.

He is only a man.]

Sure. Why not.

I'll just have to eat enough to make sure you're just as poor as me by the end of the night.

[Carpet still over his shoulder, he stepped up to the door of the restaurant and opened it for Odin with a sweeping bow to mimic the earlier finger pointing.]

[ Odin's happy in a way he doesn't really understand when Poe accepts his invitation, and he's smiling from ear to ear and feeling a little subdued when he heads into the restaurant. All the lights and the people inside distract him from his feelings, though, and he's forgotten about anything other than food by the time he's cheerfully slamming his hands on the counter at reception (scaring the poor waitress manning it) and asking for a table.

He and Poe are guided somewhere quiet by the back and Odin sits in his chair with a thud, opening up his menu and staring at everything like this is The Gravest Decision He'll Ever Have To Make Ever Ever Forever.

He pauses. ]

I could totally blow you under the table in secret and nobody would know. There's a tablecloth and everything. Or vice versa. I don't know what I'd be into? I've never given nor received a blowjob.

[ the waitress next to them clears her throat and leaves. he goes back to reading his menu. ]

Maybe something spicy. I want something spicy. I want it to melt my face.

[Poe just laughs, putting his face down into one of his hands, his shoulders shaking. He rubs his face, pulling up just in time to give the Waitress an apologetic look.]

Pretty sure she might notice. [Nodding his head after her as she walked away.] Since she heard your entire plan. We can save the blow jobs for later tonight.

[He only kind of vaguely looks at the menu - he's terrible with food, and usually just asks for whatever the waiter recommends, so mostly he's just watching Odin read.]

Spicy sounds great to me. It's all you can eat, so we can basically order one of everything.

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She... can... watch?

[ Odin stares at Poe for a solid ten seconds before getting distracted by the food. honestly, if Odin didn't have the attention span of a gnat, he would get himself into way more trouble than he already does. ]

I think it's really sweet and naive that you think I can afford getting one of everything, but I also think it's really sweet and naive of me to imply that we won't just run away if the bill's too high. Hmm. [ he scans through the menu, gets bored, puts it down and just rests his elbows on the table and stares at Poe again instead. ]

Wanna play two truths and a lie? Peter taught me how to play. It's pretty fun.

You know what all you can eat means, right? It means as long as it's on the buffet menu, it's all one price. So it's more if your stomach can handle it, rather than your wallet.

[He puts the menu down because he's more interested in this.]

Never played it, but sure. How's it work?

Wait, seriously?! [ HE HAD NO IDEA. ] Oh, man! I want us to die from this! I want us to literally die! I'm gonna eat until I choke to death or stuff myself so full of food that my entire internal system shuts down and you're left weeping over my broken corpse regretting your choice to bring me here!

[ -- but. okay. the game. he's still bouncing in his seat looking excited about his imminent fish death, but. the game. ]

So, okay. It's supposed to help you get to know someone better? You tell them three things about yourself, and two of them are real and one of them is a lie. The other person has to guess the lie. Like, okay, for me: Back home, I'm a prince that's fourth or fifth in line to the throne or something, I once singlehandedly defeated the Spirits that slept in the Woods of the Forlorn, and when I dress as a woman, I am completely indistinguishable even to those who know me. My disguise is flawless.

Ten points if you guess the lie.

[Poe grins at him, and then laughs.]

I think you'd be the one to regret it if you ate too much to engage in any physical activity later. [There's a teasing lilt to that.]

Alright. Well - I can see you being a prince. [It would explain the slightly ridiculous world view.] I have no idea what the spirits of the woods of forlorn are, but I've seen you literally create fire, so it's plausible. I'm going to go with the cross dressing option, because I think I could still tell it was you.

Oh, shit. I would regret that. [ he sounds very serious and grave. that would indeed be terrible. ]

But-- haha, nope! It was the Woods of the Forlorn one. [ he puffs out his chest, all proud. ] Even though I'm a prince, I'm actually also the servant to this one dude back home? And he used to kind of hate me, so he would make up quests that would send me far away and maaaaybe get me killed. One of them was like, "go exterminate the Spirits of the Woods of the Forlorn!", and when I went to the edge of the country like he commanded, it was just, like, an empty forest. So I spent the day running around pretending to fight invisible monsters and I had a really fun albeit super pointless time. My crossdressing skills are impeccable.

Your turn.

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Okay, that I have got to see.

[He waved over the waitress, ordered one of everything and a drink, waited until Odin ordered his, and then leaned back.]

Alright, let's see. I -- [There was a slight frown as he tried to grab hold of some memories but they wouldn't form. It was if they just slipped through his open fingers. He shook the feeling off.]

Alright, I was once grounded for running into a magic tree; I've been to 50 different planets; and I was forced to leave the Resistance fleet because--

[A look of confusion crossed his face.]

Uh- wait, I- no that makes no sense, why would I have left--

[ Odin laughs, at first, completely dedicated to this idea all of a sudden. Poe's not gonna know what hit him.

He realizes something's wrong before Poe does, though, the smile slipping from his face the second his date starts to look at a loss. He rests his arms on the table and stares at Poe with a kind of intense, nervous seriousness, feeling guilty for making... whatever this is happen, but ready to help in whatever way he can. ]

M-Memory stuff? Don't, um - don't panic. People are losing their memories a lot, right now, but they're-- they're coming back, I think. Are you okay?

[He looks more confused than upset, his brows furrowed as if he could recall it just by thinking about it, but it's like trying to catch a cloud with his hand. Grasping at nothing, and ending up cold and wet.]

... Yeah. Sorry. I'm fine. Just having a hard time -- [He shook his head. It didn't help, and then he frowned, looked blank for a second, and looked again at Odin.]

Sorry. What were we talking about?

I-I tried to play a dumb game with you so we could get to know each other better, but I shortsightedly failed to realize why that particular game might have been a bad idea given the circumstances? Sorry.

[ he looks guilty, but only a little. Mostly, he just looks concerned, looking deep into Poe's eyes like he's searching for... damage, or something. He seems okay? Odin's still worried, though. ]

Wanna talk about-- whatever that was? The stuff in your head. Maybe piecing it together out loud will help.

Whatever what wa-- oh, right. Yeah. Who even knows. If I think too hard, I can't even tell myself apart from everyone else at the moment, so don't worry about it.

I didn't think I'd lost any memories, but - [He frowns.] I guess I wouldn't, right? Maybe I'm starting to get them back, which is why I feel like I can almost remember things.

[It should bother him more than it does, but - hey? he's not dying horribly? and neither is Odin? So at least his head isn't being fucked with as badly as it has been.]

I'm alright. [He offered a rueful smile and then leaned over the table to ruffle Odin's hair.] Don't worry so much.

Um - maybe. I think that makes sense. [ Odin lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. ] Uh, if being out is too much right now, we could go? We can just drop you off at home and relax, or something. You could, like, watch TV and not... think.

[ Or something? He's definitely more concerned about this than Poe is, and the only reason he isn't freaking out and rushing him to the Memory Brain Hospital or whatever is because Poe seems okay and he doesn't want to be overbearing. still. he's. worried.

still, he's chuckling and a little red when poe messes up his hair. he's not so worried that poe can't make him grin like a stupid dumb idiot. ]

Okay. I won't-- worry so much. But. If it gets too much, or if I have reason to be worried, just tell me, okay? I don't like when you aren't completely and totally ultra-happy mega-psyched supreme.

I'm good where I am. [The smile he offers is honest and it crinkles at the edges of his eyes.] You're pretty much the best entertainment I could possibly find anyway.

I'd let you know. To be honest, none of this stuff compares to that damn house. I'd take this over that house any day of the week. I'm sure this stuff will wear off, or just disappear like the house did.

Well, that's-- [ odin's heart skips a beat, but he's swelling with his typical over the top pride and doesn't really notice. ] That's-- obvious. Obviously! I'm funny and engaging and have little to no regard for my safety or another person's personal space. That's kind of my deal? I've said it time and time again, but I'd like to do so just once more: I'm so cool and funny and great.

[ but - his voice softens pretty quickly, and he slumps back down against the table. there's something he's been meaning to bring up with poe, and now seems like as good a time as any. ]

... Yeah. I've actually been trying to look into, um, your daughter. I-- [ he hesitates. ] I know someone who might... be able to solve everything about her. I don't know if you... want that. But. Yeah.

Oh.

[A rapid flurry of conflicting emotions rush through him, even though his expression is fairly muted. He can't label half of them. Somewhere between excitement and dread and longing and terror and resentment and grief--]

I- yeah. ... Yeah, I think I... Should. Even if the truth really isn't one I want to hear.

Who are they?

Um, Enrico Pucci. He's a friend of mine? A priest. He has a few powers based on... memories. He can, um - extract your memories, from the period in your life where she would have been alive, and he can examine them and see if she actually existed or if she was imprinted on top of the... real memories, that you already had.

[ he fidgets. he doesn't like seeing Poe so... struck down, but odin thinks he's doing the right thing, maybe. so he pushes through it. ]

You would lose your memories, temporarily, while he examined them. And he said - if you didn't feel comfortable with him examining them, someone that you trust could do it, instead, if he guided them through how to do it. Presumably, um, if she's real, he'd be able to find out why you forgot her, too? So... if you're ever interested, I can set up a meeting. I don't think doing it right now would be good, because your head's already kind of-- messy? But. At some point. If you want. Maybe.

Yeah. [The smiles are gone, Poe just looks very intent, instead, almost as if he's ready to go on a mission.

At least on a mission, the worst thing that could happen was death.]

Yeah, let's do it. Thanks, Odin. I mean it. For not thinking that I'm just - yeah.

Thank you.

[ odin thinks that sentence could have ended in a lot of ways - "for not thinking that i'm just delusional", or overreacting, or kidding myself, or who knows what else - and odin shakes his head as fast as he can to completely dismiss every single one of those notions. ]

I! Wouldn't! Think! Anything bad about you! Ever! Ever. I know you pretty well!! As, like, a human man person, if maybe not like your history and stuff. And I know you're-- I know you're suffering from this. I'm not going to let you hurt when I can find a way to help you. So.

[ he nods. fiercely. ]

Sorry. I brought the mood down. [ he sighs. ] I'm hungry.

[Poe just smiles at him - warmly, if weary.]

Trust me, I'm not perfect, but I appreciate the sentiment. You're a good man, Odin.

[He lets out a long breath through his nose then forces a warmer smile back to his lips, trying not to think about Shara.]

Right. Mission to improve Odin's mood is go. The food might be another min--

[No, it wasn't. It was actually starting to arrive right then.]

Well, your hair is, at least.

[ Odin feels slightly relieved over Poe not being, like, entirely broken by this conversation like he overdramatically feared he might have been, but. There is a small, not entirely insignificant part that sort of wishes he was smart enough to think of some perfect, excellent words to reassure Poe that he can talk to him about serious stuff whenever he wants. He doesn't have it in him, though... so he just sort of smiles back and lets the conversation lie, for now.

The food is good and Odin eats way too much, only stopping short of completely stuffing himself because he doesn't wanna bloat the fuck up for the inevitable trip to bonertown that he's already bought tickets for. Odin spends the whole meal going full fuckin' force on his clown tactics, doing everything he can to make Poe smile a little more genuinely. Hopefully it works.

When they're done and heading out of the restaurant, Odin puts his hands in his pockets and stares up at the sunset. ]

What d'you wanna do next? We could go for those drinks, if you want. Or, like. [ he stares, blatantly, at Poe's ass, then coughs and looks away when he realizes he needs to chill the fuck out on doing things like that. ] Or, like, whatever else.

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