towerofanimus

Characters: Spain, open to everyone~
Setting: Different floors~
Format: Action or prose; I'll just follow along.
Summary: More exploring, as usual. And a little confession.
Warnings: TBA

Floor Thirteen: Cathedral

This is something new. Spain wonders when did this appear, but decides not to dwell on it. Instead, she sits in a pew, clasping her hands together around her cross as her head bows low (inwardly she thinks she should have brought down her rosary). Her eyes are shut, but she's trying to hold back tears.

"Dios te salve, Maria. Llena eres de gracia: El Señor es contigo..."

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Floor One: Cafeteria

Sighing when she reaches the cafeteria, Spain recalls the number of floors between her dorm and the cafeteria. Thirteen, the unlucky number, which ironically is the floor where the cathedral is.

Shaking her head, she mutters to herself, "Must have been a coincidence..." before helping herself to the food. Two small meat pies, salad and juice. She wasn't that hungry to begin with.

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Ienzo wasn't terribly hungry either; as a matter of fact, he rarely was. So like usual, his meal was smallish, and he was spacing himself out from the tables which were normally used. It seemed to be slightly colder in this particular corner over here, and though he didn't like to admit it, he liked when he could find coldness; it reminded him of a much more familiar locale, the sub-zero labs in Ansem's castle where he used to spend his time.

One might have expected him to bring a book to the table (considering he was reading pretty much all the time now), but having been rejected that luxury for years, he didn't feel entirely comfortable with it. So his gaze was alternating between scanning the cafeteria and looking down at his food.

He did notice Spain. She seemed to have calmed down since they had last met, which was certainly good -- but surely she had better things to get around to, or somewhere else to sit.

Looking around for somewhere to sit and eat quietly, Spain noticed Ienzo sitting by his lonesome. Maternal instincts tingling, she calmly walked over to sit beside him, smiling gently.

"Hola, Ieño. Have you eaten?"

Oh. Looks like she's found him.

Though considering the fact that there's obviously food in front of him, he's not sure where exactly her question came from. He answers anyway. "...Yes. Have you?"

"Going to." She picked up a fork and poked at the meat pie idly. "I wonder if they will change the menu again, or even let us cook our own food."

"I've seen someone make their own food before," he said. "Pancakes, I believe they were...?"

"Ah, so there was a way..." Someday Spain would try to look around in the kitchens to make something proper and Spanish. For now she'll just settle with the meat pies.

He nodded. There didn't seem to be anything stopping certain individuals from simply walking into the nearby kitchen and making their own food, but perhaps Spain hadn't noticed that yet. Though it did bring him to another question. "...Why are you here?"

"I'm hungry," she replied, daintily using the fork and eating the meat pie, occasionally poking at the salad. "Nations can get hungry, Ieño."

"...I meant why you are at this table." Though the bit about nations needing food like any other being was definitely interesting, in its own this-will-never-be-important kind of way. There was much to learn about these 'nations', including the true nature of their transformation to a human being.

But of course Ienzo wasn't going to ask any of this. At least, not for a while.

"To keep you company, of course," Spain said rather matter-of-factly. "You're sitting by your own, which isn't good for a young man like yourself."

...So that was it. Hrm. "Surely you have somewhere else to be."

"Not at the moment, Ieño." She smiles sweetly at him, faking a bit of hurt on her features. "You don't like me to accompany you?"

"...I never said that," he responded. Now where did she get that idea? "I meant what I said." Pause. "Where have you been sitting these other days...? I've been here."

Spain blinked, sipping a bit of her juice. "You mean you've been here all day every day?"

He shook his head. "I was talking about mealtimes." The rest of the time he's sitting somewhere else all day every day.

She laughed, a little embarrassed at her own mistake. "We might have missed each other, I think."

Tres

Cafeteria (because I shudder to think of what might happen with Ienzo and a cathedral)

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OOC: Latey lateness is late

better late than never.

Re: better late than never.

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