to where the sun is silent

[isoltace]

[There is a Spain standing in one of the kitchens, washing up plates from the dinner he'd just had in his home world, seeming just as oblivious as anyone else (especially Spain) who'd been brought without them knowing it.]

[He sets the current dish in the rack and reaches for the next, humming a certain song that had been playing on his kitchen

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dark spain is delicious

[progloria]

[He's been wondering aimlessly, didn't really stop until he heard the humming. Hey... It's him.]

Haven't heard that in ages.

he's one of the more terrifying characters of the series, if you peel away his layers

[isoltace]

[The humming comes to a slow stop and he glances to the doorway, setting the dish down and moving to unplug the sink.]

Hey... You always just show up huh? There's some left overs if you want 'em.

"nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!"

[progloria]

[He gives a slow but sharp grin and shrugs.]

Surprise?

[Then he pushes off, and peers around for the left overs]

What did you make?

As I draw him as Frollo....... get out of my brain

[isoltace]

Paella.

[Of course. Such a nice dish meant for a big family on a big dining room table. He only ate off of one plate and yet he's set about six in the rack to dry. Perhaps he's a bit sentimental.]

[progloria]

[Figures, but he grins all the same and grabs a dry plate off the rack]

Love that shit. Got any of your wine?

[isoltace]

Of course, hermano.

[He motions to the pan still full of the delicious foods, for Prussia to help himself, and gets them each a glass of wine. He'd already had some, but he couldn't help drinking in excess around this particular friend.]

Here we are.

[progloria]

[He fills his plate slowly, showing none of the eagerness his eyes perhaps, maybe, shows. He sits and fills up on the food and drink with the same pace. He's reserving some dignity by doing so, he thinks. It's not odd at all, right?]

Danke. When... What time are you from?

(ooc: This Gil is from 1990, just after wall got introduced to hammer and married the ground.)

I saw his intro :D

[isoltace]

Time? Two thousand and eleven.

[A year until those native people would get their revenge on him, after so long. At least, that was what the papers said.]

Don't you remember the date?

[progloria]

No, Antonio. This place just makes you forget.

[Or not care. What's the difference.]

You know where you are?

[isoltace]

I thought it was my kitchen.

[He looks around, and then shrugs and sips his wine.]

But it's not anymore.

[progloria]

Weird as fuck, right. It's like that moment before you realize where you are and then you get your head kicked in by a bad hangover.

[He swirls the wine in his glass, looks at it blend in the similar shade as his eyes, then takes a (slow) sip.]

How drunk can I get on this?

[isoltace]

That depends on how much you drink.

[Bad hangovers? Oh, Gilbert, he's straight edged now. No over indulgence here.]

/fail post button

[progloria]

You'll drink with me though, right?

[He misses you. Weather in Spain's always warm. It doesn't sound like he's asking the right question -they're drinking together already - but it is. To his mind.]

♥

[isoltace]

Of course, hermano.

[He just smiles again, sipping at it lightly.]

Of course.

Hi♥~

[progloria]

[He drains his glass and fills it for more. Forget food, wine please.]

Look at us. Former empires... Have you ever thought that whole empire business was stupid? We built ourselves up to fall. Fall hard.

Afternoon~

[isoltace]

[Oh, must we talk about this? He just sets the bottle next to the other, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back.]

Back then... The world was like never before.

Now it never seems to change.