Zechs had gone shopping with Rufus, so he was actually wearing clothing which fit his current body. It helped add to the illusion, he supposed, that they were different people; perhaps ordinary individuals, who did not have the stress life had thrown at them continuously. While he was not fond of delusions, he desired now some manner of break, a small vacation. And something as ridiculous as a carnival ... with Tyki, seemed actually enjoyable.
His smile was slight, a little rueful, as he stepped out of the car. Taking in the smells around them, he made a slight face, then chuckled. "I have not eaten as well," Zechs admitted. "Considering what is commonly offered to soldiers, one supposes I may handle what this carnival would offer our selves."
Easily, he linked his arm with his fiance. Considering his appearance now ... they probably seemed like any other couple to these Japanese tourists. Even if obviously foreign. His smile turned mischievous. "Where would you suggest we would travel first?"
A vacation was always warranted as far as Tyki was concerned, and he liked to stay relaxed and loose, not stressed out like Zechs always was. So if he could take a vacation every day, that would be just fine with him.
Taking Zechs' hand in his own, looped around his elbow, Tyki headed for the front gate. "Don't worry, there's good food, way better than military rations," he said. "Hot dogs and hamburgers, and things like that. You like french fries, right?"
He wondered if Zechs had ever even had french fries.
Amused, but with a little cynicism, Zechs replied, "Those from the street vendors within Belgium are quite enjoyable. So-called French fries served within the Americas and Colonies such as L2? I have studiously avoided them."
Well, he supposed he'd survive. Even if there would be enough grease and processed cheese on whatever he ordered to choke a horse. People ran by, laughing; lights flashed and flared all around them; children cried and screamed and shouted in delight, far distant. It was both more chaotic and more peaceful than what Zechs was used to. He had no idea what to do with himself in such a place, and shamelessly let his fiance lead him.
Distant signs caused him to chuckle. "Deep-fried candy bars?" What was the point?
Tyki enjoyed the hustle and bustle, looking around avidly and watching people go by, and dazzled by the lights and excitement. He loved places like this, and he loved being here, finally, with his love.
"Well, you're probably going to get the American ones here," Tyki said cheerfully. "What's the difference? They're fried sticks of potato that are oh-so bad for us." He made a bee-line for one of the food vendors.
Alone, he wouldn't know what to do with himself; in the company of strangers, this sentiment might have grown into annoyance. But with his Tyki? The relaxed, cheerful, even delighted air around his lover was a tangible thing. If nothing else, Zechs felt content that the Noah felt this way - but even more, the man's happiness was infectious. More and more, he felt his own mood grow lighter.
Chuckling wryly still, he didn't bother to answer Tyki's question. His fiance was right. Zechs raised an eyebrow back at the man, remarking, "One supposes, once again, I am being lead towards new experiences."
It was clear, obviously, that wasn't a bad thing. He squeezed Tyki's hand. "French fries, in such an event; and a hamburger, and I believe such will suffice. Absolutely no processed cheese, might I add. Heavens understand there are no dairy products involved in the substance's production."
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His smile was slight, a little rueful, as he stepped out of the car. Taking in the smells around them, he made a slight face, then chuckled. "I have not eaten as well," Zechs admitted. "Considering what is commonly offered to soldiers, one supposes I may handle what this carnival would offer our selves."
Easily, he linked his arm with his fiance. Considering his appearance now ... they probably seemed like any other couple to these Japanese tourists. Even if obviously foreign. His smile turned mischievous. "Where would you suggest we would travel first?"
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Taking Zechs' hand in his own, looped around his elbow, Tyki headed for the front gate. "Don't worry, there's good food, way better than military rations," he said. "Hot dogs and hamburgers, and things like that. You like french fries, right?"
He wondered if Zechs had ever even had french fries.
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Well, he supposed he'd survive. Even if there would be enough grease and processed cheese on whatever he ordered to choke a horse. People ran by, laughing; lights flashed and flared all around them; children cried and screamed and shouted in delight, far distant. It was both more chaotic and more peaceful than what Zechs was used to. He had no idea what to do with himself in such a place, and shamelessly let his fiance lead him.
Distant signs caused him to chuckle. "Deep-fried candy bars?" What was the point?
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"Well, you're probably going to get the American ones here," Tyki said cheerfully. "What's the difference? They're fried sticks of potato that are oh-so bad for us." He made a bee-line for one of the food vendors.
Then he blinked at Zechs. "That sounds good!"
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Chuckling wryly still, he didn't bother to answer Tyki's question. His fiance was right. Zechs raised an eyebrow back at the man, remarking, "One supposes, once again, I am being lead towards new experiences."
It was clear, obviously, that wasn't a bad thing. He squeezed Tyki's hand. "French fries, in such an event; and a hamburger, and I believe such will suffice. Absolutely no processed cheese, might I add. Heavens understand there are no dairy products involved in the substance's production."
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