Positive Thinking [Open]

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Characters: Romeo and you!
Setting: Cafeteria, Breakfast
Format: Whatever you like!
Summary: Romeo and Piccolo eat food
Warnings: None at the moment

Romeo poked at his food before bringing the spoon to his mouth and eating it quietly. He was taking a long time to eat, not because he didn't like the food but because it was obvious no one was going to take it from him if he didn't hurry. He was trying so very hard to keep his spirits up and for a few days it had worked, he had explored everywhere, he had done his job with enthusiasm even though it made him feel dizy and sick. But today it was harder, he missed his friends; his friends who were all dead if the letter he had gotten was true. He saw no reason for those who ran this tower to lie, they had them all trapped anyways.

At least if his friends were all dead then they were with Alfredo, Romeo had searched the tower the last few days and had not seen any of his friends or family, which meant that whoever had 'rescued' him hadn't rescued them as well, which wasn't fair at all.

Piccolo nudged him with his nose, startling Romeo out of his own thoughts. "You're right," he murmered dipping his finger in his oatmeal and letting Piccolo eat some. "I have to keep my spirits up!" He took a breath and punched the air with his fist. He looked around suddenly, sensing someone watching him.

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"I take it the ferret's not part of the meal," an amused voice asked from behind Romeo, "Or is that a weasel?"

Despite her contemplative words, Prussia can't help but lean over, extended a hand to see if the animal would come closer.

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Romeo looked up with wide eyes, "A weasel miss," he said quietly scooping Piccolo up when the woman extended a hand, "You're not going to eat him are you miss?" He asked concerned because surely there was enough other food about for her not to want to eat a weasel as well.

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The animal was well trained. It either had to be a circus one, or the boy just had an affinity for wild things. Seating herself on the table, she gav a short laugh.

"I was teasing you, boy. It would be a waste of a pet. I suppose some of them were made to come with us to this place."

With that, she shrugged the chick nestled on her shoulder so it skittered off her arm and across the table.

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Romeo relaxed and let go of Piccolo who wandered over to great the new people, Romeo blinked at the chick and grinned. "What is his name miss," he said tentatively reaching out to touch the chick. "That's Piccolo," he said nodding at the weasel who was exploring the womans hand.

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"Featherpuff," the tiny chick went straight for the oatmeal, pecking at it twice curiously. Her thumb brushed the weasel's moist nose as it inched closer.

"I don't think you should be on your own. It seems kind of lonely,"

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"Hello Featherpuff!" Romeo smiled and let the chick eat the oatmeal he looked up to the woman and smiled again, "I don't know that many people yet miss," she was right though, it was very lonely.

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"You know me now, so it's a start. Hey, what's your name?" she had started to scritch the weasel's neck, like one might do to a cat, letting Piccolo nip at her thumb, "You can call me Maria."

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Romeo smiled and nodded, "Nice to meet you miss Maria, I'm Romeo!"

[beerjugs.livejournal.com]

"Romeo? You don't look Italian, though," She starts to feed Piccolo by hand, paying half of her attention to the animal while she makes a point of contemplating Romeo's nationality. http://towerofanimus.livejournal.com/2650.html

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Romeo smiled and nodded intently, patting Featherpuffs head, "But I am Italian miss! I come from the Alps, my village is called Sonogno, the nearest city is called Milano!"