Naoya [5]

[un_forgetting]

Who: Naoya and Anyone else
Where: Espoir, a confectionery. :D
Style: Either \o/
Status: OPEN Threadhop, threadjack, mingle. GO GO GO.

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[carrotmarch]

[ Elliot had a mission today, too- the sweets back in the mansion needed...er. They needed more sweets. More delishus, carrot-confectionaries. Without the carrots, of course. Because everyone knows how gross they are. :| ]

[ he looks into the presentation case, so full of delishus treats, trying to pick out what would go best with..the contents of a bag he's holding. Inside are several million different varieties of tea. Hum diddly... ]

[un_forgetting]

[...:| You know, with all his time working with demons, you'd think a guy with rabbit-ears who looks like a bad cosplayer wouldn't surprise him.

He sort of stares for a while, nomming on an an-dango.]

Wagashi would be a better bet.

[carrotmarch]

[ when he turns, one of his ears flops to the side of his face, while he gives Naoya a weird look. ]

...Wagashi?

[un_forgetting]

[...Sighs. Here, have a daifuku.]

This.

[fated_blade]

Saber was finally feeling well enough to convince Gil she could go outside...alone.

Well, that is, if you counted taking off while he's occupied and ignoring the yelling as 'convincing.'

She knew he'd catch up to her sooner or later preferably later so she needed to enjoy the fresh air. That all by itself was making her head feel better. And then she spotted the window with nothing but cakes behind it.

The King of Knights was caught staring at them looming like the little girl she actually WAS. She didn't even notice that anyone was around...let alone inside.

[un_forgetting]

"You know, Saber..." Hey, what was that smooth, amused voice and guy sticking his head out of the door.

"Salivating at cakes will not make them magically appear outside."

[fated_blade]

She jumped. "Naoya!" She had been caught.

Crap.

"I-I know that!"

[un_forgetting]

"Then get inside." The cakes were in there. Calling for her.

[withthedrums]

Jelly babies. It was a passing fancy, more out of boredom than anything else, partly inspired by the fact that the Doctor had made his -- perhaps inevitable and entirely annoying -- appearance. How did he end up liking the same sweets as the Doctor?

--Still! Jelly babies. He had a passing fancy for them. Didn't they all have names, now? He could have an army of Baby Bonnies, perhaps.

Whatever the case, it didn't look as if he were the only person in the shop.

[un_forgetting]

[...HISSS. YOU. Naoya just chomped down and broke the dango stick. Hisssss.]

[withthedrums]

(And that would be a rather noticeable smirk; the Master's more than a little amused by that reaction.)

I don't think anyone's ever been allergic to me before.

[un_forgetting]

Don't flatter yourself.

[He snorts.] I'm allergic to pretentious idiocy, that's all.

[ragnalol]

[I SEE YOUR STRIKES 8| LOKI IS NOT PLEASED so he'll troll the shit out of you today c: But then again, he does that everyday, so.]

Oya, kid in a candy shop!

[un_forgetting]

[WITH HIS BROTHER GET YOUR BRAIN OUT OF THE GUTTER. B| Naoya...twitches and flings a dango stick at the jotun, like some kind of dart.]

Oh dear...an old man in a candy shop. Maybe I should call CPS.

[He loves you BFF. Maybe Really!]

[ragnalol]

[GET OUT we are not that old 8| OKAY MAYBE BUT -]

Says the little youngling.

Do you want a toothbrush? Little duckie pyjamas? A bedtime story?

[un_forgetting]

...[For you to stop hitting on Saber HE SEES YOU THERE >:<]

Calling me young...what does that make you? A pedophile? [Such a dry tone.]

Going to stand there all day, or are you gonna sit down, ossan?

CAKE PLEASE.

[charientisms]

While Somarium had the tendency to become tediously boring at times, despite Vincent's presence there, at the very least there was always tea and cake. That, added to the fact that not all of the company present was necessarily dislikeable, and many of the people were quite interesting, meant that Somarium was not the worst place he could imagine being in. He had, in fact, been in that 'worst place

VERY WELL. GIVE HIM CAKE.

[un_forgetting]

And Naoya noticed him in turn, watching him with something between disaffected interest and bored observation. Red eyes (One. One eye? Seemed so.) and white hair and a strange sense to him, and it was really most curious.

So who was this man, cursed with that mark? Sometimes the direct approach was best.

"I'd recommend the strawberry daifuku, personally."

<3333

[charientisms]

And an attempt at speaking, not that Break was surprised. Often, he had found, interest was a mutual feeling. The word, however, was foreign--on purpose, to put him at the disadvantage of the ignorant, or simply because it was from his world?--and so Break turned from the cakes, smiling and tilting his head slightly as he watched the other.

He would take a benevolent view of the other's intentions for now, and admit to his ignorance, though he truly disliked being at even such a small disadvantage.

"Oh? I am afraid I am not familiar with the word~" he responded simply, tone lilting.

ilu bb.

[un_forgetting]

"It's meant to refer to a confection from my homeland." He gestures at a display of them, that ever-present smirk not changing an ounce. For now, this was simple curiosity.

That was likely to change.

"I don't believe I've seen you around before..."