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..."

-

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]

[ 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?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Still kind of young, I suppose?

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Sí, pretty young.

[ She turns her attention away from the horns to eat her meat pie. ]

How is the pie? Is it like your grubloaf?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

Uh...

[Oh, he'll take a bite of that meat pie then. He almost forgot about it.]

...Not really. It tastes...kind of weird. But not too bad.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ She's eating hers quietly, poking at her salad. ]

As long as you're in a new place, it doesn't hurt to try out new things, sí?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. Seems like I'll have to do that, a lot. But I'll get used to it...

[But he's chill.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

That's good. Bien.

[ And she gives him a slight hug and pat on the head. Because it's not every day she meets a troll, let alone one as chill as him. ]

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

...

[FREEZE. This. is weird. What is physical contact????]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Aaaaand she lets go, back to eating her food. ]

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[Just. Sitting there still. Because....



What.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ She notices his silence, looking at him worriedly. ]

Not eating, Tavito?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[Give him a moment.]

Oh. Uhh... S-sorry. Just...not used to that.

[Not at all.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ And she mistakes which 'that' he's talking about. ]

Not used to eating human food? Ah, I suppose you still need to adapt to that.

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

Oh... No not that...

[Goddammit. Humans.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ If it's not the food then-

Oh.

Oh. ]

Aah, you're not used to hugs?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

...No, not really.

[Whoops.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Oh dear...

[ Pets his horns. ] Did you grow up alone?

[knightofmind.livejournal.com]

[...Sob.]

In a way, I guess. B-but really... I'm just not used to it.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Don't worry, Spain is here now. She'll take care of you. ]

Oh dear. Well, now you have friends, and people will take care of you, so don't worry, Tavito.