Problem? What Problem? [COMPLETE]

Deimos grabbed his food and went to find a table with her. "You've never had coffee?" He asked her aloud, so surprised about it. He slid his latte across the table, looking up at her. I just got a latte, so it's a bit bitter, but you can add any assortment of syrups to make it sweeter. Something about the coffee here made him fine with lattes, he usually didn't drink them. Greek coffee was his go-to, but he had to make it himself here and mornings were not his forte. Go ahead and try it though, you might like it. He offered, slouching in his seat. He picked up a strawberry, waving it at Rosalind before popping it into his mouth. I eat fruits.

I mean people are not wrong. Deimos told her, an amused look on his face as she tried it. Never try Greek coffee then, unless you get it really sweet. He told her simply, taking the cup and sipping at it. He let out a chuckle, cup still at his lips as she praised him for eating the strawberry. He tried to be cool and catch the grape with his hand, but missed it just barely. He stared at it accusingly, the grape sitting on the ground. What a waste of food. He teased Rosalind, shaking his head.

Deimos watched as Rosie seemed to contemplate his comment a bit longer than she probably should've. He didn't know how to help her though, and he wished he did. Still, she seemed to bounce back pretty quickly, and he barely got out a "seriously?" before a grape was being tossed at him. Naturally, he had to try and catch it, surprised when he actually did. He closed his mouth, a coy smile playing on his lips. Good aim, I guess. He told her, raising an eyebrow.

His eyebrow only raised further, his face turning skeptical, as she asked about the penguins. I... really don't think so, cause it's not in their regular diets, but I do know the researchers occasionally eat them. He said with a casual shrug. He went back to his own meal, now mostly ignoring the strawberries for the other food on his plate. Also I'm pretty sure that's demeaning to weres... or something. He added as seemingly an afterthought. He never really paid attention to what was considering "demeaning," he just knew of the one he was called, and he heard it often enough he could at least pretend it didn't bother him. But he was neither a werecreature or a vampire in full, so any derogatory terms (if there were any) for those two were never thrown his way.

Deimos shrugged and nodded, The researchers don't seem so innocent and defenseless now, do they? He joked. He shrugged, I would assume it has something to with food not carrying well, maybe. Not that this entire continent isn't a freezer, anyway.

He smiled, taking the rest of the strawberry. Your favorite, huh? He asked her. He wasn't really sure what his favorite fruit was. Probably peaches. They didn't get peaches very often down here though. He sighed, he should've grabbed some while he was in Europe. Or maybe he could get seeds and put them in the garden and maybe someone who actually knew how to look at a plant without killing it would plant it. That sounded good.

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It was going on five o' clock, which was when Deimos was supposed to be done with work, but he "accidentally" grabbed a knife wrong while washing dishes and got a relatively minor cut from it. He insisted he should go to the hospital wing, though, complaining enough about getting a tetanus shot and making it more dramatic than it had to that eventually the other dishwashers let him go. So, he had gone back to his room, bandaged the cut (it was mostly a bleeder, which helped his case), and set about trying to figure out how he wanted to present this, this... proposal. Oh man, his heart started beating faster just thinking about it. A fancy dinner seemed too cliche, but it was all that was coming to mind. He looked in his fridge, kind of hoping fruits and vegetables would magically appear.

He had to pause as his eyes scanned over the alcohol. This was a bigger commitment than he was ready for, really, and sadly he wasn't talking about proposing this time. He gathered all the alcohol he had and shoved it in his suitcase, for lack of a better carrying device, and brought it down to the bar.

The bartender looked at him, "Going somewhere?"

Deimos shook his head, "No," His face turned to a grimace without him really meaning for it to. "I'm quitting, so... this is for you." He said, shoving the suitcase towards her.

The bartender looked at him skeptically, opening the suitcase. "Jesus fucking Christ Deimos."

"I'm going to want the suitcase back, alright?" Deimos told her, not commenting on her surprise. He was getting antsy, it would be a very long time, if at all, before he could truly relax in here. Without another word, he turned and left, heading back up towards his room, but going towards the staff cafe instead. He had arranged to meet the scout there anyway, but he needed to collect some "real" food, or whatever people called the other food groups. Regardless, he needed food for a vegetarian.

When he arrived, the scout was already there. They had probably gotten along the best on the trip, despite the guy being so much older than him and both of them being stand-offish. He passed off the ring, commenting that Deimos should really look into being a scout, since they seem to keep losing people to nice destinations. Deimos chuckled and told him no way, but maybe stop letting scouts be sent to vacation spots. He thanked him and checked out the ring. It was shiny and had a pink hue to it, relatively plain but still beautiful, and he had a feeling she'd like the leaf decorations. Or so he hoped.

He put the ring case in his pocket and scoured the cafeteria for food he could hoard. Fruits, vegetable packs, some carbs, such as instant rice boxes and breads... By the time he got to the door, he was having a hard time carrying it all. A worker got his attention. "You're aware we have a store, right?" She asked him, talking about a little convenient store set up on one of the floors, mainly for students that wanted to cook or have food in their dorms. Deimos nodded, "Yeah, but they cost money."

"Cheapskate." The worker muttered, Deimos not even paying attention anymore.

He got back to his room and dumped all the food on his counter. He still had no idea what he should make. He put the required foods into the fridge and laid on his bed, using his phone to try to find a recipe that was quick and simple and also vegetarian, and all of those encompassed foods he already had. He finally found a recipe, and it was one that was perfect. An Indonesian dish that was both vegetarian and meant for special occasions (sometimes). He didn't have black sticky rice per se, but a quick Google search confirmed he could use white sticky rice as a substitute, and hopefully the flavor wouldn't be affected too much. He could combine it with a Greek salad he had already made (because contrary to popular belief, he did actually eat some vegetables).

It would be perfect, a combination of their two cultures and probably a great treat for Rosalind. He set about cooking, as he had just over an hour before Rosie was supposed to get back, and the recipe said it would take about an hour.

Just as the hour changed, he finished up everything, and only then realized he never bothered to invest in a table. Or chairs. He sucked in a slow breath through gritted teeth. Well then, He thought to himself, trying to figure out how to fix this without actually having to purchase a table. He huffed, letting out the breath he'd been holding, looking at the time. He had about 5 minutes, give or take. He could probably swipe a table from the cafeteria if he rushed, but he really didn't want to go through that; his body ached enough on its own, he didn't need to encourage it by lugging a table and two chairs through the hallways in a hurry. He had nothing. Man, he never realized how minimalist he kept his room. His eyes fell on a couple trays, which he usually used when he wanted to pretend to be civilized while doing things on his laptop and still wanting to snack in bed. That would do. He pulled back the comforter so it was just sheets they could potentially spill on, setting up the trays. He put them closer to the edge of the bed, checked to make sure the ring box was still in his pocket, and got comfortable against the wall and headboard, playing on his phone as he waited for Rosalind to get back.

((We'll say this is the ring.))

Deimos looked up from his phone, pretending that he had totally been paying attention to the door and totallynot just playing on his phone, and that Rosalind hadn't just scared him half to death, his teeth gritted tightly as he tried to hide his surprise. He gathered his thoughts before motioning for her to sit down. I can't do something nice for you one in a while? He asked her with a raise of his eyebrows. He was trying to look calm, but the second he saw her, his heart started beating rapidly and he was pretty sure he was having a heart attack from it. He was trying so hard to keep his emotions stable so Rosie wouldn't pick up on it, though he felt like he was failing miserably at that.

He took a subtle, calming breath, putting his phone into his pocket and wrapping his hand around the small box. Calm, He told himself, resisting the urge to move his hand to his chest. His heart still was beating too rapidly for him to be able to pass off not being nervous if Rosie picked up any bit of his emotions. I thought maybe you'd like something from home... You don't talk about missing it much, but I know you're constantly going on and on about how lovely and sunny it was... So I made jaju koki bali or... that's not right. He opened the recipe on his phone again. jaje kuku Bali. That. I made that. And then I already had a Greek salad prepared because I do eat vegetables, but also I thought it'd be a fun uhh... combination of cultures thing. He explained to her, feeling like words were starting to fail him. He sure hoped he could do this from memory. He had it on his phone just in case, but he felt like that'd be tacky, proposing by read off his phone.

Deimos glanced to his hand when she commented on him not usually being home. He hadn't even needed to bandaged the cut. He just held a paper towel to it and it stopped bleeding on it's own. It looked just barely more serious that paper cuts, and he was sure that was only because the knife was thicker than paper. Yeah... I was let off early. He said simply, looking back up to Rosalind.

He was worried for a moment he Messed Up™ after a look she seemed to give the food, but eventually she smiled and thanked him. Hey now, I can cook. I just choose not to most of the time. He said softly. He squinted on the side that Rosalind kissed, his face turning into a smile. Try it, tell me if I screwed up a precious dish from home. He said, only half joking. He felt like he didn't know what he was doing the majority of the time he was making the food.

Deimos shrugged and gave her a half-smile, half-smirk. I just.. bought it. He told her, feeling like he was making it far too obvious that was a lie. The salad was hiding in the fridge. Not intentionally, it just got shoved to the back of the fridge. He explained, eating his own food. He did alright, but he felt like maybe being away from Bali for so long lowered Rosalind's standards. Or maybe he just didn't like the flavor much. Still, he finished his plate, figuring maybe he was disappointed with it because it was vegetarian. Unless he was eating dessert, he pretty much had meat with every meal. A lack thereof was a bit disappointing.

All too soon, their meal was over, and that meant it was time. His heart started pounding again. It felt like it was in his head. "Uh.. Rosie..." He began, clearing his throat. He shifted so he was facing her, biting his lip as he took a breath. All or nothing... He was hesitating. He was nervous. He wanted a drink of liquid courage. "Uhm... You.. I.." He huffed and pulled out his phone. Tacky it would be. "Uhm... He looked up at Rosalind, making sure he still had her attention, "When we met, you didn't listen to rumors or get scared away, even though at the time I was extremely stand-offish. When I moved away from the school, only one person said they'd miss me, and keep in touch, and meant it. And when I came back, only you greeted me with a smile and a 'welcome home.' I didn't - and actually still don't - know why you stuck by me, but because of you, I'm not dreading waking up every morning. I made you a promise I had previously lied about to get people off my back, and I meant the promise this time, and I... only kind of regret it." He had written that he didn't regret it, but that would be a lie if he ever told one to her, "Anyway, because of you, I can imagine living another 50, or whatever, years. And I want all of those to be with you, so..." He pulled out the box, biting his lip a bit harder than he meant, though for once didn't actually taste blood. He opened the box, presenting the ring to her, "Will you marry me?" He barely got out, staring at the bed space between them with a burning intensity. He'd be fine never having to feel this nervous again. Never having to deal with seconds feeling like hours.