Tres

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm Spain. What's your name, chico?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

...Chico?

[NO UNDERSTANDO]

Uh, I'm Tavros... Hi, Spain.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Chico. It means boy.

[ laughing softly. ] Tavros, it's nice to meet you.

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

...Oh, okay. Chico...means boy.

[And he'll just...slowly grab one of those meat pies.] Y-yeah, nice to meet you too, Spain.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Smiling brighter now, ushering him towards the tables. ]

Come, come, let's sit and eat. This isn't a high-tea party.

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh.

Okay...

[...Sitting down at the table with her. Not too close though. Just trying to get comfortable here.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ She's really tempted to touch those horns, just to see if they're real. Because, really, bull horns. She likes bulls. ]

So, Tavros, you're not human, are you?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[She should...poke them.]

No, I'm not really...human. I'm a troll!

[Poking at this meat pie }8|]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ She hesitates, then gently touches the tip of one long horn. ]

A troll... Aren't they creatures from the North?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

...

[He won't say anything about the horn touching, for now. Besides, he barely felt it.]

Never heard of that... I'm from Alternia, so...

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Feeling a little more confident, she runs her hand over one horn, from tip to base, before burying her fingers in his mohawk. Oh, it's softer than she imagined, his hair. ]

Alternia? I have never heard of that.

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

...

[Is she.... Did she just do that to his horn? And is she touching his hair?]

...Uh. [Scooting away...]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Spain pulls back, embarrassed. ]

Oh, I'm sorry, Tavros. I was just seeing if they were real. I've never seen horns in this colour before.

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[Rubbing his hair and...pulling up his hoodie.]

I-it's...okay. Really. Just didn't expect that... Next time you could ask...permission or something. That'd be fine with me.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

My apologies, Tavito. It was rather rude of me to do that without asking first.

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[...Tavito? Hmm.]

...Hmm. Uhh, but yeah. You can...ask if you want to. Do that again. I guess horns aren't that...usual for you guys.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ He's seems so meek and shy; Spain wonders if he actually has self-confidence as big as his body. He couldn't be older than 18, right? ]

May I touch your horns, Tavito?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[At least he is not as meek and shy as brown him.

Hesitating.]

...Yeah, you can.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Spain will meet brown him, someday. ]

Gracias. [ And she touches them again, marveling at the colour gradient. ]

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[He'll just...sit there while she's touching them. Since she asked him and all. It's weird but whatever, not like it hurts or anything.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

How old are you, Tavito?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh... I'm seven sweeps? Why?

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Seven sweeps? How does that translate to human years?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[Opening his mouth to speak. Pause.]

... I am not sure, actually.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Oh, well. [ She thinks for a bit. ]

You're still a young troll, am I to assume correctly?