[And he was the one who wanted to invite him. Staying quiet is what the Disciple has grown used to. This was normal to him, but he's aware it's not for others. And also...]
[Fine...he's fine. No you're not, you're absolutely boring. He tilts his head to one side, brushing aside Hyde's remark. If he's not being a bother, then he's happy with that.
...Since when was he ever worried about what someone else thought?
He shakes his head, returning to his meal. He doesn't speak up again as he eats, only turning his attention away from his own food when the cake Shizuo ordered arrives.]
[Shizuo really is quite content with the silence—it's not as uncommon now, but most of his life has always been full of disruptions and getting caught up in stupid shit that usually ends with him having to fight idiots. So having this time to just chill in familiar company is like a blessing. So even if living in this realm has given him an opportunity for more of that "normal" kind of living he was deprived of back home, he still treats each one important.
But now here's the cake! It's a simple one—soft white cake with some strawberries and raspberry drizzle. Shizuo is more than ready to dig it into when he pauses and glances over at Disciple.]
...I was gonna offer you some, but I remembered—you're not a fan of sweets, right?
[He really wants him to join him again? Even when nothing was really happening?]
. . .All right. [In his sea of thoughts, the words came out for him. Why did he willingly agree to it himself? Deep down, did he want the company of others? Some kind of normalcy in his fractured life? But the mission, he can't forget about that. Then again...maybe regaining the social aspects could be part of it. It's not like he has Barok to follow, giving him little choice but to interact with others. He has to adapt, and Shizuo is willing to be a step towards that mission. Or at least, he was comfortable with how much or how little the man engages with him.]
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hatesviolence) wrote2019-10-24 12:15 am
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Am I distracting you?
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Ah, he's been asked a question.]
Hm? Ah. No, you're fine.
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...Since when was he ever worried about what someone else thought?
He shakes his head, returning to his meal. He doesn't speak up again as he eats, only turning his attention away from his own food when the cake Shizuo ordered arrives.]
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But now here's the cake! It's a simple one—soft white cake with some strawberries and raspberry drizzle. Shizuo is more than ready to dig it into when he pauses and glances over at Disciple.]
...I was gonna offer you some, but I remembered—you're not a fan of sweets, right?
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I'll take a small piece. I hear things taste better with company. [He can make an exception. Strawberries are nice too.]
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It's pretty light if that helps. Just white cake.
[And he'll set to cutting off a small piece, even including some strawberries in case Disciple might like some.]
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It's fine. [Meaning not what he preferred, but still good.] Thank you.
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[That's all right, more cake for him. Although...]
...Do you want anything else? Like coffee or something...
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Wasn't exactly planning on it unless you forgot your wallet or something.
[Also can be seen as being funny, serious, or both.]
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I'm satisfied with this. I'll order something else another time, now that I know about this place. [Successful lunch get.]
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Glad you liked it. I come out here every so often so you're free to join in again if you want.
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. . .All right. [In his sea of thoughts, the words came out for him. Why did he willingly agree to it himself? Deep down, did he want the company of others? Some kind of normalcy in his fractured life? But the mission, he can't forget about that. Then again...maybe regaining the social aspects could be part of it. It's not like he has Barok to follow, giving him little choice but to interact with others. He has to adapt, and Shizuo is willing to be a step towards that mission. Or at least, he was comfortable with how much or how little the man engages with him.]