towerofanimus | Cake! [open]

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Cake! [open]

Characters: Romeo and peoples
Setting: Cafeteria, backlogged sorta until just after Romeo and France make cake
Format: either
Summary: After his first disastor Miss France taught Romeo to bake a cake properly, so now Romeo is wandering giving out cake. One of Romeo's friends? Come get cake. Not one of Romeo's friends? Come get cake anyways, you get a new friend in the deal!
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Romeo walked carefully the pile of cake teetering on the tray he held it on. He was proud of his cake even if he was still embarased by his first disastor and now he was looking for his friends. Of course that didn't stop him giving cake out to everyone he passed, there was pleanty to go round.

"Hello! Would you like some cake?"

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Romeo spotted Ienzo and grinned, "Yes cake Ienzo!" He bounced over but when he was near walked slowly and calmly, Ienzo was his friend but he was very nervous and scared like Michelo had been. "Would you like some?" He held the plate out under Ienzo's nose.

BLINK BLINK.

Alright, so of all the many things Ienzo had expected Romeo to do, shoving cake very literally in his face was not one of them. He moved his head back, staring at it for a moment, before seeming to get what was going on. "...Oh. I suppose..." Carefully, he took the plate and set it to the side. "...Thank you, Romeo."

As strange as it seemed this was Romeo trying not to be overwhelming. He grinned and sat down opposite Ienzo, "Me and miss France made it! Did you have cake in your world Ienzo?"

Not overwhelming... yeah... heh heh... heh. Good job Romeo.

"...Well, yes, we do," he said, inspecting the cake. It didn't look very good or very bad -- just a simple piece of cake covered in vanilla icing. "...I... don't normally eat it, though."

Romeo frowned a little, "Do you not like cake? You don't have to eat it if you don't like it Ienzo? What do you like, I could make you that?" He said this with confidence, utterly forgetting his first disastorous attempt at making the cake.

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"...No. Cake is fine." Ienzo said this somewhat quickly, having noticed the difficulty in Romeo's offer ahead of time. He... really did not do well with decisions like that. ('Like that' meaning very simple ones that involve his likes and dislikes.) "I just don't get the opportunity."

"Oh," Romeo nodded understanding, "I only ever had cake one time before coming here as well," he smiled and added a second piece of cake to Ienzo's plate, "Here you can have more! If were going to be stuck in this scary horrible tower at least we are given enough to eat right!" As long as they didn't eat the meat that was.

Oh dear. Two pieces? He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted one. "...No, Romeo, that's too much," he responded. Honestly. He was going to get sick if he started eating too much, and Ienzo had long since realized that life (or at least his isolated, twisted perception of it) was not especially forgiving when it came to sickness. "I really only need one."

Romeo shook his head, "It's all right Ienzo," his voice was still friendly and kind, "You can have two pieces it's fine, no one gets angry here if you eat," met Ienzo's eyes his smile never fading. "I made the cake for my friends so you can eat as much as you want!

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"...It has nothing to do with making someone else angry." So Romeo jumped to the conclusion that doing something like eating too much would have a punishment in the form of angering someone else. (Which it probably would, when he thought about it, but he had gotten fairly well at not pressing his caretaker's many anger buttons.) "It has to do with the fact that I simply don't eat large meals, and my body is more accustomed to it." Which was also true.

Romeo nodded, "Okay you don't have to eat it if you don't want, but if you change your mind that's fine too!" He smiled again, once more reminded of Michelo.

He smiled and looked to change the subject, to keep both their spirits up. "I haven't seen you in a few days, what have you been doing?"

Spirits up? Him? AHAHAHA. HA. HA HA HA. Good one, Romeo!

...Oh wait. You were serious.

Try as he might, Ienzo just completely failed to understand the boy sitting in front of him. Why was he... smiling all the time? All. The time. No one could possibly have enough reason to smile as constantly as Romeo does. He gracelessly backed out of answering to Romeo's first comment, but could not avoid the second.

"...Well," he said after a considerable pause, "I've been trying to gather information about the residents of this tower... there could be something that would help explain this matter, hidden in the data..."

It's called perpetual optimism, or hopeless optimism depending on who you ask! The harder circumstances become the bigger his smile gets.

Romeo's smile gets even wider at Ienzo's words, "That's great! Have you found anything out yet?"

He simply shook his head. "There doesn't seem to be a pattern..." Pause. "...except for those gray-skinned creatures... I didn't expect more than two or three... but there has to be nearly twenty of them now..."

"Are they all from the same place?" He took a bite of his own cake, "Because we look the same, sort of but we aren't from the same world. So there might be lots of troll worlds.

He nodded. "Several of them seem to recognize one another... of course, I haven't asked them all individually which world they came from, so that is just a guess..."

Romeo thought for a moment and then had an idea, "I can help you! I could talk to them and find out for you and tell you!" He knew his friend was nervous about talking to people but he was good at working things out and was far cleverer than Romeo despite being younger. They could work together!

"...Oh... would you?" Ienzo tilted his head slightly, looking at the overly-enthusiastic boy. He wasn't exactly sure how detailed Romeo might be in terms of the information he might gather (it might even be outright wrong, which is frankly unacceptable), though it would certainly be welcome help. He thought for a moment, and then spoke again. "...Yes. If you could do that... I would very much appreciate it." A pause. "...Thank you."

Romeo nodded and smiled again, "I can!" He smiled and then thought for a moment, "Is there any questions you need asked? Apart from if they are all from the same place?"

Hmm. Well...

"...Name. Age. Home world. Collar color as well... that should be enough for now, I think. Thank you."

"I will ask them!" He grinned again glad to help his friend out, "Are you sure you don't want more cake?"

He nodded, internally quite grateful for Romeo's offer. Heavens knew he wouldn't be able to talk to them all himself, between finding them and his own disinclination to speak.

...What. Seriously, Romeo, why with the cake?

"...No thank you. It's fine."

Because cake is the answer to all problems obviously. "Alright then! I'll let you know when I have answers!"

Then suddenly without warning he lent forwards and grasped Ienzo's hand, looking into his eyes intently. It was a Romeo version of a hug, but probably just as intrusive. "See you soon!"

Oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man...

Immediately, Ienzo wrenched his hand away from Romeo. Not to be ~rude~ or anything of course, oh no, but he has some 'slight' problems with that sort of thing. (Good thing you didn't hug him though, he would have flipped out.)

...And a second later he is back to his normal stoic self, not saying anything.

"Is everything alright Ienzo?" Romeo blinked at him but did not try and grab his hand again. Instead he smiled reasuringly. "You don't have to be scared, keep your spirits up and everything will be fine!"

"...Yes. I'm fine..." He set both hands in his lap, and his gaze shifted steadily downward. "...I... prefer to have my personal space. That's all it is."

"Oh, alright," Romeo didn't really understand what Ienzo had said but he nodded anyways. "I will see you later!" He smiled again but didn't try and take his hand this time.

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Cake! [open]

Then cake you shall have!

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argh I realised I went prose on you, we can switch back to action if you prefer?

We can just stick with prose, I don't have enough of them anyway. |D

Cool :)

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Deprived little brother! HAVE MORE CAKE

Best answer to everything. (Unfortunately, Ienzo doesn't think so. :c)

Now he's assuming you've been starved! Sob

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sob I thought Id replied to this

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personal space what is?