"Nneeeugh.....cheesecake f-factory is so overrated why does everyone keep um, recommending this place? OwO"

"Their menu is so long...I uh, also didn't know pasta counted as a cheesecake. OwO"

"It's neither a cheese nor a cake, so why are they serving it? OwO"

"More than half of these items do not contain cheese within them. I believe this holds them accountable for false advertisement."

"...Well I suppose that doesn't matter all that much to me. I'm simply content to be here with you."
Buck places his menu down and smiles back at O-11, possibly the most genuine one anyone has seen from him in ages.

"...Also it's called the Cheesecake Factory. I am ordering cheesecake and they will bring it to me or so help me." Buck clenches his tiny fist.

"I'm glad they at least brought me this uh, clown liquid smoothie, but I don't like how the waiters are looking at me...neegh...why do they look so disappointed and shocked? OwO"

"I'm happy, all this nonsense is over. I-I didn't know attractive people had to deal with so many issues..... OwO"

"And all this means I uh, don't have to mm, talk to you worrying you'd just look me up online and find out I've been lying this whole time....OwO"

"I can't believe we both were too scared to look up each other.... OwO"

"Quite..."
Buck sighs softly, letting down some of his guard...
"I say this with painful difficulty, but I was afraid that.. mmh, I would not be up to par... You seemed to enjoy the disguise I put up so much that I didn't wish to disappoint you."

"The weight lifted off my shoulders is incomparable to any relief I've ever felt before. ...Anyways you were right, that Avatar I wear is hideous."

"Ugly."

"I think it would be cooler if you just got one that looks like you! OwO"

"I mean....a big buff dude uuh fighting monsters is...actually really borin-boring. I think you could take them on as you are. OwO"

"Honestly...I didn't look you up cause....."

"I was really scared you'd be taller than me. OwO"


That was the only reason.

"Can you believe how many times I came to this planet to fix myself.......OwO"

"H-How am I going to deal with all these...subpar clo-clones of me running around? OwO"

Buckingham stares back at the little wug as it jiggles slightly in place. "Do what I do with defective, failure clones. Incinerato-- er, no, not that actually. Perhaps this one can stay with me?"

Buckingham coughs, and continues. "I mean-- Of course! Should be easy enough for my loyal assistant to help me craft a perfect avatar of my perfect self! ...I mean. As long as you prefer it. I'd like to craft you an avatar for you as well, if you'd take the offer."

"It's not like your powers are attached to your looks......"

"So yeah, that would be great! OwO"

Then, replying to O-11's comment about height, "Ah yes.. well.. I-I don't suppose, you'd overlook the fact that.."
Buck cringes a bit, hearing himself say it out loud.. "I'm not quite the average height of your average adult drattle.. However you're the only one that gets the privilege of acknowledging that. No one else."

"I don't really care-care about your uuuh size....."

"As long as you're not bigger than me."

"One time a tall person picked me up...and I've never trusted tall people since. OwO"

"-but...I'm starting to understand why they would do that....."

"Could I....pick you up, later? OwO"

"That's a stupid way to ask, nevermind pretend I uh didn't say that. OwO"

"No no- you need not nevermind yourself!"
Buck gently slides his hand across the table, not yet touching O-11, just inches away, as one would asking for permission...

"You may pick me up any time, Dearest O-11. As your husband, I'm there for you to carry, whenever."

There's a clatter of plates falling in the background. O-11 ignores this as clown nonsense, and instead, noticing Buckingham's hand inch forward, takes it.

"I- uh, we-well I think...that uh..."

"It's really hard to focus!"

"Quite so!"

"I can't tell if I'm about to die or if this is how it's supposed to feel. OwO"

"How about we take our cheesecake to go, Love? Somewhere less.. mmh, Noisy with buffoonery. ...Perhaps, your place?" Buck gently holds O-11's hand..

"...Plus my ship has been destroyed."

"!!!!!!!!!!"

"I do have a few more days of safety left on this collar so it'll be ok for you to come over! I normally h-hate people being over (even when its safe....) but I think un-unlike most people you'd uh appreciate all the world ending devices in my house! OwO"

"You can also take the wug if you'd like maybe if you ge-urk!"

"Erk-"

"We're leaving. -m-"

"I thought Z-19939 was supposed to keep you busy..... OwO"

"He did. -m-"

"I'm good at speed dating. -m-"

Buckingham would be Flipping His Shit if it wasn't for the fact that O-8 was an O class and also one of O-11's coworkers. Instead he just takes the wug and accepts his fate like a kitten grabbed by the nape of the neck.

"..I don't suppose we can pick up my henchman before we go........."

"Prince of darkness......."

"This is the tall person I was talking about......OwO"

"I'm shorter than you. -m-"

Buckingham now has a grudge against O-8.

"I hate my friends. -m-"

"That's all folks! Don't be a stranger and come by once in awhile, you hear?"