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"Oh, that's so clever," Autor says, speaking with a bit of a lisp. He's decked out in full Bela Lugosi vampire regalia, including the fangs, and tops it off with a mellow blush on his face upon seeing her. "Hello, Missh Kuriyama. Happy Halloween."

Mirai whips her head around, frowning slightly at this being clever ~~even if it is~~. "Autor-senpai? Ah, Happy Halloween."

He raises his hand in a little wave. "I'm afraid I feel I must apologizhe to you again, this time for how I behaved when I was tipshy," Autor says, bowing his head. "Pleashe forgive my inappropriatenessh."

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She ends up nodding a little, thinking over what he was like.

"I do accept your apology, Autor-senpai. A-and thank you for trying so hard. It- it's a little frustrating that it doesn't always work, but I do notice it..."

Well, that wasn't the reaction he expected. At all. Autor's inordinately pleased with her smile; his gaze softens and his heart skips a beat. "Thank you," he murmurs, and then straightens up. "And you're welcome. W-With your permisshion, I'd like to continue to try."

"I can't guarantee it'll work," she tells him. "A-and I understand if you get tired of that-" She knows she certainly does, no matter how much she might like to leave her familiar little pit sometimes. "-but you... You're welcome to do whatever you find pleasant."

Autor inclines his head, silently thanking her for trusting him like this. "I undershtand. Thank you for the opportunity. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, dinner would be good. ....is there anything you're supposed to eat on Halloween besides candy?"

"I have no idea," Autor admits, walking towards a booth and checking to see if she follows. "Preferably something with protein, to shoak up all the shugar. I have an idea for some foodsh you might like. Allow me thish time?"

"Y-you did the last couple of times," Mirai points out as she falls in step behind him. "B-but I guess I shouldn't be so reliant on the fund for minors..."

"It's a perfectly useful fund, and I'm glad you have it to rely on," Autor says, allowing her to sit before him. There's a television blaring a movie marathon, so he's tempted to sit down near her to watch it. He doesn't though, standing to hail a rat.

Autor thinks for a moment. What would Rae order?

After a shy grin at Mirai, he turns to the rat. "Two shpinach shaladsh with feta, two bowlsh of shquash shoup with rye bread, two--no, three servings of eggplant lashagna, and two bowlsh of hazhelnut gelato. Also some cheeshe for yourshelf," the boy says, and turns to her again. "Do you have a drink preferenche, Miss Kuriyama?"

Mirai leans a little over the booth and listens close to Autor rattling off the supper order, deciphering it through his fangs.

"Oh that... all of that sounds so pleasant. Ah, Italian soda would go with it? Maybe strawberry?"

She glances up to the television and points it out, going, "Ah, they're showing scary movies."

Autor sends the poor beleaguered rat off to the kitchens. "I've never had an Italian shoda. Shtrawberry sounds wonderful."

He tilts his head at the television. "Ah? 'Monshter-A-Go-Go'? Intereshting. Want to watch it together?" he asks, and then blushes the slightest bit. He points to the seat. "Um, do you mind?"

Mirai glances towards the tv before looking to Autor again. It wouldn't be very fair if she's the only one who gets to see the movie, would it? She scoots all the way to the wall of the booth, folding her hands on the table.

"I-is that enough space?"

"More than enough," Autor says, and seats himself on the edge of the booth to try and give her some--or at the very least respect what she's given him. "Can you shee the movie that way?"

"This is fine, b-but are you comfortable on the edge like that?"

It's around here that they receive the first part of their large, delicious meal.

"...actually, it might be easier to stay there to retrieve all of the food."

Autor nods, passing her the soda and salad. He scoots a little inward once they're more settled, but only to see the movie.

The Mystery Science Theater 3000 starts up, and Autor brightens. "Oh, I know this! They make fun of terrible movies. Excellent."

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"So Monster-A-Go-Go is going to be-?" she asks before the bots come on screen. ".......what?"

"Okay, so thish man and shome robotsh in shpace are the framing device for watching Monster-A-Go-Go," Autor starts, snickering at the three making cheese. "Which I asshume is going to be a terrible Halloween-themed movie. I have no idea what it'll be about."

"I wouldn't know what it'd be about from the title."

Mirai brings her salad closer and digs in, watching as they progress into the Invention Exchange.

"This is a regular thing? These parts with the robots? And they'll show the movie in the middle?"

But her bemusement disappears in the face of such good food.

"Mmhm," Autor says, following her lead with the salad. "The robots watch it with ush, and make commentsh.'

The movie starts out with a 'circus on ice', with a dry narrator straight out of 50s educational videos. Three dozen people in costumes glide across the ice, amidst the robot's snark.

Then come the two girls in tutus. "These two girls they make quite the pair," one robot sings, "They both come from your worst nightmare! They will haunt your soul forever! And now, when you see pink, you're gonna think, 'we're doomed!'"

Autor sniggers into his food, managing a grin at Mirai. "Like that."

It'd be funnier to Mirai if she hadn't just recently gotten how pink she really is. Her lip twitches a bit at it before she continues eating.

And Autor notes this.

The section on ballet skating amuses him as well, given his acquaintance with ballerinas.

"Too bad this isn't the age of talent," one of the robots says, and Autor smiles a little.

Monster-A-Go-Go proper starts, and a man staggers towards a nebula while a drumline plays. The credits roll, and the robots snark. "This is gonna suck."

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"Can you imagine if you were the kind of person who enjoyed this?!" comments another on the circus.

"At least they're as lost as us," Mirai comments as the movie starts. "How long did this run?"

She gives an undignified snort in her drink at the casual dismissal of the opening narration. So let's forget about it now, indeed.

"About an hour and a half, if I had to guess," Autor says, highly amused at her cute little snort.

The boy finishes his salad, and just in time, too. He reaches for his and her soups, and passes hers to her. Two government agents check out a burnt astronaut's reentry capsule on the screen, which doesn't look big enough to hold a person, setting up the plot properly.

"Douglas was pear-shaped, very short, and stood the whole way!"

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