"I'm not being sassy!" They two at each other through her mirror glass. "I believed we covered that I'm not the one who needs the attitude adjustment. And you need to go back to the office, because I'm leaving shortly."
He shot a cheeky smirk her way. "Are you going off your own again? How rude of you, Yako. What's the mission?"
The female detective finished touching the rim of her right eye with colored liner, and shook her head. He casually followed her out into the kitchen where she snatched her purse off the nearest counter. "Trust me, Neuro. This is no mission preparation, no assignment plan, and no puzzle of any kind. There's nothing you need to get involved with tonight, you hear?"
"Though what is the occasion? Humans only groom themselves to that extent for the purpose of impressing someone else."
Grunting at his remark, Yako did her best to herd him through entrance door of her apartment, aiming for the outer hallway. She turned to lock it up, clarifying, "It's a date, Neuro, alright? I have a date. And I cannot express this enough—I do not want you to interfere."
Yako came to adore Christian's company, even in romantic terms; and all the while she despised the very possibility of Neuro spoiling it for her by frightening him off somehow.
The demon and the girl set off down to reach the main lobby afterwards, side by side, both far too stubborn to diverge from their path in submission. "What does a date require exactly?"
"Oh, come on, Neuro. You've seen couples having dinner or seeing a movie together, right? We see other people on dates all the time when we're on the job."
"Then...that means we had been on dates before, yes?"
Yako looked at him with an purely skeptical expression. "When have we ever gone out on a date together?"
"Like you just said. I eat whenver you are present. You always eat when I'm with you too. We go everywhere together, mostly just the two of us."
Rolling her eyes, Yako couldn't help but wonder if he was deliberately trying to get a rise out her as usual. "Neuro, surely you can't be this naïve about things like this. I mean...Sai wasn't all human either, but even he understood the basics well enough. A traditional date is not business related at all. When two humans are interested in each other, they go on dates to show loving affection, spend more time alone together, you know, build a deeper connection? Dates for humans are supposed to be—"
"A mating ritual." Neuro summed up matter-of-factly.
Yako clutched her purse strap more tightly in response to the awkwardness which followed, realizing there was some truth to his theory. "...Essentially."
He turned his head away once more. "Who is the special candidate?"
"Officer Wilkins, that new American transfer on the Police Force."
Yako already figured hours before it'd be best to feed her partner information in attempt avoid him turning her evening into a little mystery to solve.
"Hmph. I see."
Could he be—pouting—for real this time? Oh, of course not!
Neuro would never sink so low. But Yako knew, if anything, he wouldn't approve of any unintellectual habit she may take part in. He wouldn't openly reflect his definition of sadness, but he would make an effort to degrade her for the choice.
"And you are convinced he's an appropriate mate for you? His mind is colorless. He knows not the true meaning of pure knowledge."
"I cannot believe this! Are we seriously going to have this conversation?" Yako hissed, setting her jaw. The blood in her veins began to boil. Though when Neuro was about to add on another comment, Yako instantly changed her mind. She held her hand up before strolling off. "No, I realize that I don't care what you have to say right now... At least, he's more human than beast."