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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[mafialowi]

[Here, have a Lovino who's used to bossing Spain around even more than most. He's also in a toga, so there's that.]

Hey. Make me dinner.

[isoltace]

[He glances back at him, smiling after a moment. Oh~ Lovi.]

Sure sure... Just cleaned up mine, so I'll heat the rest back up.

[It isn't a question, he goes to do so, beginning to hum again.]

[mafialowi]

[Leans against the wall, watching him.]

What're you humming for?

[isoltace]

It's such a calming song... I hope I can hear you sing it again soon.

[He hates the silence.]

[mafialowi]

[Gives him an are-you-really-that-much-of-a-moron look]

I don't sing anymore.

Sorry about that!

[isoltace]

[And he chuckles, stirring the food idly on the stove.]

Sometimes you do. For me.

No problem~!

[mafialowi]

...No, I really don't. I don't do anything for you without compensation. The hell is your world like?

♥

[isoltace]

My world.

[He laughs and taps the side of his head.]

You always do say I'm going senile, niño. Maybe it's crazy.

♥

[mafialowi]

...Great, another new arrival. You've been snatched, this is another dimension, there's no way home, multiple versions of people from different worlds, all kinds of bullshit like that.

[Doesn't bother saying 'welcome'.]

[isoltace]

[After a moment, he sets the plate down on the table for the other, with a nice glass of wine.]

Sounds fun.

[mafialowi]

[Dumps himself down at the table and starts eating without saying grace or thanking him or anything. Rolls his eyes.]

For a moron, maybe.

[isoltace]

[That's so henchman of you, Lovinito. You make Boss nostalgic.]

That's what you always say.

[mafialowi]

Maybe it is. You got a problem?

[You, on the other hand, are unnerving, as is every other Antonio in this place. He's used to his Hispania, who is Constantly Terrified; a Spain with confidence is bizarre to him.]

[isoltace]

Do I look it?

[He smiles across the table at him, wiping his hands on a dish rag, before turning back to the sink and starts up his humming anew.]

[mafialowi]

You never look anything but stupid.

[isoltace]

[He just laughs, stacking the dishes in the rack and unplugging the sink when he's finished, wiping his hands again before hanging up the towel ice and proper.]

You'll never not make me smile, niño.