seven fruit tarts

[saccharosium]

[Any person who enters Stocking's room will first be hit with the smell of sweets. Delicious, aromatic sweets. To the left, an endless amount of the most decadent, rich, savory and sweet desserts one can think of, ranging from petit fours to parfaits, to cookies and flaky pastries

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[knifestorm]

[did somebody say rock?

for now, though, Sakuya's attention is mainly on the sweets, in a rather academic fashion. Looks like she intends to replicate some of these soon...]

[saccharosium]

[oh yes she did. Stocking is still lost in her music, so feel free to take advantage of the sweets!]

[knifestorm]

[ahahah no...unlike some people she can name ahemMarisaahem, she actually has the manners to not take without asking. Usually. This time being part of "usually".

But she waits, and applauds politely once it seems like Stocking's paused at an appropriate place]

[saccharosium]

[Stocking does indeed pause, raising an eyebrow at this stranger in her room.]

Thanks. And you are...?

[painhumbles]

[So most of these headspace things or whatever have been really boring to Gabriel's life and he's been avoiding his like the plague and hoping no one can recognize it when they find it AND OH LOOK FOOD. SWEETS.

BEST HEADSPACE.

He'll just be gorging himself without caring who this room belongs to. Enjoy, Stocking.]

[saccharosium]

[angel senses are tingling. she stops playing to look over at who came into her room.

and who is helping themselves to her sweets.]

A-hem.

[painhumbles]

[Salute] Stocking, right? Your door was open- it's a thing right now. Nice little fantasy land you've got here.

[saccharosium]

[and now the voice is familiar to her] Gabriel. I thought you had gone, since you've been so quiet. And thanks.

[decibel_chamber]

[Jono hasn't poke around many headspaces yet, so he finds himself curious, and lets himself in. He's never really been a sweets sort of person, but he can appreciate them a bit. More to his liking is the tea (he's British, he can't help it), so he sits down at the coffee table, and helps himself. He can also appreciate that Stocking plays bass, since he just lost a bass-playing buddy not too long ago.]

Didn' peg ya for th' musician type, we should play together sometime.

[saccharosium]

[the music comes to a stop as she looks over with a blank face. first she looks at him sitting on her sectional and helping himself to his tea, and then at the intruder himself.]

Hmpf, maybe.

[decibel_chamber]

[Jono, obviously, knows he's intruding. Does he care, however? Not so much. Open doors are meant to be stepped through, after all. He'll meet your blankface with a lineface of his own. He can deadpan with the best of 'em.]

Hope y'don' mind me tryin' yer tea. You've got good taste. Not many in th' castle like th' good stuff, not like this anyway.

[The ghosts may or may not be carrying in one of Jono's numerous electric guitars. He's not kidding about the jamming. He loves finding other musicians in the castle.]

[saccharosium]

[eh, whatever, she can wish up more sweets and tea. she sees the guitar floating in and raises an eyebrow.]

Thank you.

[ofmywill]

[ Better believe he holed up here awhile after his own room went all Seal-y. Minato's over by the window, looking out at what could only be Heaven, lost in his own thoughts.

So this is her home. It's everything he could hope for. ]

[saccharosium]

[Stocking would insist he hole up in her room. She transitions to a slower-tempo song as she turns to watch him. Every so often, she finds herself going back to the image of the eye-etched door, the creature below, and Minato in stone.

Ugh, no, he certainly is not turning to stone while she's here. Nope, fuck that.]

[ofmywill]

[ And now, here we are! If the look on his face is anything to go by, Minato's put the whole ordeal out of his mind, repressed it along with so much else. This is just a new thing, his destiny a dark corner of the attic in his mind- the present is here, in a beautiful angel and a wonderful room. ]

...it's really something.

[saccharosium]

[She sets the bass down on its stand, joining Minato in front of the window as she takes his hand in hers.]

What is?