your god, your fear. was it worth the price?

[pianoman_soul]

Characters: Soul, Maka, and you!!

Location: Death By Pastry

Rating: Uh. General? Will change if needed.

Time: MORNING, August 21, 2009

Description: Free pastries and partner finding. Hopefully without lame trust games this time. But don't tell Maka we said that.

Comments

[middayitaly]

[Romano had actually totally missed the message about the whole partner finding shenanigans going down at Death by Pastry. He was actually just planning to stock up on food. He had only arrived at Shibusen around four days ago, and he's in dire need of grocery shopping. Bread just happens to be an important factor on the list. (Some biscotti would be nice if he could find some, though.)

However, when Romano walks into the only bakery he knows of, he sees people. Too many people. Mingling.

... Knowing that this could only lead to bad things, he twitches and turns around to leave the place as soon as possible.]

[littlestcommie]

[oh, there's somebody Cuba knew but didn't know was here. and making a beeline for the door, too. this obviously meant a little harassment was in order]

Wassa matter? Everything too sweet for you?

[middayitaly]

[He visibly flinches when he hears someone addresses him. DAMMIT, he thought he'd get to escape unnoticed!!

But then he sees that it's Cuba, he raises an eyebrow.]

Even you're here, too? Damn, that BREW brought in everybody...

[Glances around, then huffs]

Just came here to see if there was any good bread. Didn't know there'd be a fuckin' mob in here.

[littlestcommie]

Ain't a party if it's just a coupla people, don't you know that?

Speakin' of which, this ain't really the best time to get an Italian loaf. There's a mingley thing goin' on now, to try and find partners. And free food. [and here he smiles and waves a doughnut at Romano. guess why he's here?]

[middayitaly]

Dio bono, a partner is the last thing I want righ-

[Then he processes those last few words.]

... Free food?

[littlestcommie]

Free as the air. They really must want people to show up, I've been up and back at least three times now and nobody's stopped me. Christ, the stuff's halfway decent too.

Even if you're on the way out, grab somthin'. If they're offerin' might as well take them, hey?

[middayitaly]

[... he likes the way you think, good man.]

... guess it can't hurt.

What do they have, anyways? Not any of America's cancer cakes?

[littlestcommie]

Haven't seen anythin' too glaringly colored, so I think it's safe to say no. Nice little creamy things, fruity stuff, pretty good spread.

And if the ass does try an' crash with his death food I'm stuffin' 'em in the trash.

[middayitaly]

Thank God, as long as he hasn't--

[Then a thought hits him.]

Wait. England hasn't been around, has he?!

[littlestcommie]

[a beat, then he looks down at his doughnut in horror]

Ah, fuck. I haven't seen him all day, who the hell knows where he is.

[middayitaly]

Dammit!!

[free food or possible death? it's a hard deliberation...]

... I'll assume that if it isn't smoking purple fumes, it's safe.

[littlestcommie]

Yeah, that's a good bet. And I've been eatin' shitloads of this stuff, so if I drop dead you'll know that way too.

1/2

[middayitaly]

Well, if you've been eating shitloads, then you'd be dead by now.

[With a huff, he walks away for a bit.]

2/2

[middayitaly]

[And he comes back with a paper bag full of munchies.]

Whattaya know, they even got some biscotti.

[Bites into one, makes a bit of a face]

... Even if they're not the best.

So what are you here for, anyways? Just the food?

[littlestcommie]

We're in the middle of the desert, it's amazin' anything tastes half-good here.

[a shrug] Eh, I guess. Ain't got me a partner but I'm not really thinkin' I'm gonna find one here.

[middayitaly]

[munch munch biscotti, he's not gonna argue that first point]

I don't have a partner either. [small frown] Not sure how I feel about the whole partnership deal, anyways.