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nat is always busy but she makes it home for almost every meal. but when she can’t, she orders you your favourite comfort food takeout, sending a selfie of whatever she’s doing if it’s safe. when she does make it home, she almost always insists to cook.-
-at first, she can cook, just not very well. all her skills are survival-based, she’s never cooked for leisure. in her free time, she starts to learn, after seeing the revolt on your face biting into over-salted lasagne. sometimes, you cook together, dancing in the kitchen.
every one of the few times you go out for dinner, she always fights to pay the bill, but if you insist enough times, she rolls her eyes and hands it over. she’s tough, not invincible.
she likes horror movies. sometimes, you go with her. when you get scared, she holds your hands, and sometimes she can’t hold back the laughs when you scream at the jumpscares.
at carnivals, she wins all the games: ring toss, whac-a-mole, hook a duck, corn hole. balloon pop. she pushes you to try sometimes and when you get flustered or scared, she holds you and gently guides you. after the night, you walk home holding as many stuffed animals as one can-
-and she proudly hugs the one you won her, grinning.
she smells a bit like ashes sometimes, like iron, rust. once she notices the smell, it shifts to copper mingled with whatever air freshener is on sale that week.
if you get cold, she always offers to spoon you and if you end up falling asleep, she drapes a blanket on you. when she leaves or goes to bed, she carries you to bed and tucks you in.
at first, she’s won& #39;t say that she loves you. in fact, most displays of romance scare her, even if she insists she’s just not into romance. slowly, she warms up and even holds your hand in public (rare). she always reminds you that she loves you, mostly without those words.
the first time you take nat to burger king she hates it. she says its on the dirty side and the people are a little bit intolerable. you get chicken nuggets. she says it’s repulsive, disgusting, but a week later you find her there after hours, chatting excitedly with an employee.
if you go camping, she only brings a pillow for sleeping. insisting she can’t just sleep on the ground, you coax her into your sleeping bag. she falls asleep around the same time you do, spooning you gently.
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