Tres

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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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Cafeteria

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Beside Spain in the line was Shoutarou. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but well, she was nearby, and he can't just turn his ears off.

He was more interested in the voice than what it said, though. He looks over at the woman curiously. "You sound familiar..."

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Turning around at that familiar voice, Spain tilted her head slightly, trying to place where she heard him before.

"Hola," she greeted him, still trying to place a name to the voice. "Have we met before?"

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"I believe so, but I'd think I'd remember such a nice face." He pauses, thinking. Then he squints for a moment before snapping his fingers. "Spain?"

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She blinks when he snaps his fingers, placing a finger to her chin. The way he called her name is really, really familiar-

"Shoutarou?"

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He nods, pulling his hat off a bit as he does so, then replaces it. "That'd be me. Looks like you're faring well after that outage."

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"And I'm glad you are safe as well, querido," she replies, leaning over to kiss him on the cheeks. "How have you been doing?"

I went and screencapped his goofy CGI blush just for this.

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The detective's face went slightly red at that greeting - though, he seemed to recall Philip rambling once that this was a custom in some countries. (In this case, a custom for some countries.)

"Well enough, I suppose - how about yourself?"

omg Shou.

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"I've... been doing well."

She glances down at her tray, then back at him. "Sit with me later, Tariño?"

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Shoutarou nods faintly. "That's good."

He didn't know what a Tariño was, but he nods again. "I'd be glad to."

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"Excelente." She gives him another kiss on the cheek, then points to an empty table with her free hand. "I'll be over there. Don't keep me waiting."

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...okay, that one couldn't have been part of some foreign custom. Could it? It is a mystery, though her parting words seem to suggest that it was something else. It is curious...

Time to flex his detective skills a bit, it seems.

Once he's gathered lunch, Shoutarou heads to said table, and takes a seat across from Spain.

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Spain was nibbling on a bit of meat pie when Shoutarou sits down, and she gives him her brightest smile.

"I haven't thanked you properly for helping me out during the blackout, Tariño," she tells him, patting his hand lightly. "I was trying to find you, but I wasn't successful until now."

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Shoutarou pulls his hat off, hooking it onto his belt, then smiles to the woman as she pats his hand. "You're quite welcome, Miss Spain," he answers, then chuckles. "Guess it would be hard to find me with just a name and no face to match it to."

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"Oh, no miss, por favor. Just Spain will be enough." She pats his hand again, then gives it a light squeeze. "You did save my life before, and I am in debt to you."

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He looks down at their hands for a moment, then gives Spain a small smile. "I'm just doing what I normally do - you don't owe me a thing."

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"No, really, I owe you," Spain insists, her grip on his hand firm. "You save my life, and that is a big honor."

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Alas, he's done this song and dance many times before, so he knows that continuing the way he's going will be ultimately fruitless. "I'm inclined to disagree, but to argue with a lady is rude."

/cries this is why I shouldn't tag at night. sorry Wingus ;;

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"I owe you." She pokes him on the cheek, smiling brightly. "And that is all."

Pleased with the final say, the Spaniard returns to her food, almost done with her first meat pie.

No worries. :V /noogie

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"If you insist," he adds, doing the same with his own plate.

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After a long period of comfortable silence, Spain looks up again, sipping her juice.

"So, what other sort of rescues do you do, querida?"

:B

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By this point, the detective was almost done. He finished the mouthful he had before speaking.

"Rescues tend to be a sadly necessary part of the cases I take whenever they crop up. Usually from more immediate dangers than power outages, though."

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"You're like a superhero then?" she continues to ask, taking out two lollipops from her pocket. She offers one to the man, unwrapping her own and sucking it into her mouth.

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He'll take that with a light nod of thanks, but it's pocketed rather than consumed immediately. "Something to that effect, yes."

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Her eyes widen in delight, and a bright smile blooms across her face. "That's amazing. But it must be tough on someone so young like you, Tariño."

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He chuckles, stroking his chin a bit with a somewhat smug look. "Well, the burden is worth the smiles I protect..."