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Characters: Iceland (cashnotash ) and you.
Location: Around the Shopping District; near Death By Pastry or near the Northern Lights would work, too!
Rating: Should be G unless anyone's acting up.
Time: November 14; Lunchtime/afternoon-ish
Description: It's a boring Sunday and Iceland is going out for lunch. Hopefully something (or someone) interesting would alleviate the boredom.


[ It's just another day in Death City for Iceland. Morning comes, he skipped training because he still doesn't feel like it, he tried to avoid thinking anything that's related to his partner, he had breakfast with Alice, the usual. There's nothing of significance except that he felt bored, more so than usual. Perhaps it's because he's been trapped here for three months now, or perhaps it's because he doesn't really have anything to do ever since BREW decided to make him partnerless. Well, he doesn't really have anything to do either aside from going to class and work when Nura was still with him, but at least he could go on a mission anytime. He's been considering trying to resonate with someone else just for the sake of going on a mission and get out of the city for a while, but decided against it in the end (as usual). He's not ready to replace his lost partner yet, it's still too soon.

Well, you know what? Screw everything. It's Sunday, there's no work or class, and he's going out for lunch. Normally, he'd take Alice with him, but right now, he's in the mood for going solo. Even crushes are no exception when it comes to precious alone time. That's how he ended up strolling in the Shopping District, with either the Northern Lights or Death By Pastry in mind, secretly hoping that something interesting would happen. Or even someone, for that matter. ]


[[ooc; either action or prose works. please state the location in the subject line! tags will most likely come in the morning or WHEN I AM AWAKE because I need to sleep now, hnnnngh. ]]

Comments

Really..........also, this isn't twilight. *SPARKLES WITH ANYWAY*

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Iceland can predict the the splitting headache, as well. And the frustration. He basks on it, you know. The fact that she was yelling caught people's attention, though, and some of those people even stared at them, obviously wondering what happened between Lucy and him. ]

I know, there's no need to cause a commotion. [ He's going to close the distance between them, placed his hands on her shoulder, and turned her around. Then he proceeded to (try to) steer her towards the Northern Lights. Whether she liked it or not. ] We're going to the Northern Lights now, unless you're not hungry anymore. In that case, you can watch me eat.

[ Lowered his voice, and returned some of those people's stare with a "what the hell are you lookin' at, bro, everything's fine here" look. Obviously, he doesn't like the fact that he - they - were suddenly the center of attention. Kind of. She should be grateful that he didn't choose to tell those people that her hunger is driving her insane or something along that line. ]

Well, I guess it is. I worked there, though, so it has become an everyday thing to me. [ Shrugs. Not asking him is the right decision, because, even though he'd try to keep his trolling at a minimum after the commotion she'd caused, it'd still happen. One would wonder what sort of girl falls in love with him... ] The food is good, and I can assure you, I'm not biased.

[ The apologetic smile actually made the Nordic feel kind of guilty. Unfortunately, being the linefacer he is, it doesn't show at all. ]

I'm what? [ His tone is definitely challenging her. ] For your record, I don't speak whatever alien language you speak, Lucy. Sorry.

[ The whole display is beyond fascinating to Iceland. It felt like he could tease her all day long. ]

What? [ The smile that graced his lips was just as challenging. And what she said next doesn't seem to faze him at all. If anything, that smile is growing a little wider. ] I'm not "blatantly lying". You'd started to sound like my brother, you know. He's hallucinating about things like this, all the time.

[ This is the face of a liar. Don't trust it. ]

( ooc: I think it's relevant to mention that I can't tag the maid cafe log because of an IC reason! Iceland is going on a date out with Alice that day. I CAN TAG THE BIKINI ONE, THOUGH, IF THERE IS SUCH THING... )

You know you love it. What's more attractive than a sparkling vampire?

[celestialistic.livejournal.com]

Don’t count me out of a meal so easily. Especially when I'm looking forward to it!



Either way, I’m not very picky, you know, as long as it’s not winged fish or something.

That wasn’t what I meant at all! You know, I just, It jus-- J-just forget it. Please.

And for the record, I am not hallucinating. I just think I know you better than that. Plus, I could give you all sorts of advice!

Lateness. HAHA sob ;;;

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

You're telling me. Who started the riot in the first place? [ Placing the blame on her, how clever. But if she pointed that out, he's going to tell her that she was the one who started yelling and that he wasn't even provoking her, he's just pulling her leg. Or more like, pulling her legs and arms and hair with a perfectly even face. ] Especially when you haven't eaten breakfast.

[ Obviously, he needs to bring that up. And after they were some fair distance away from those people, he retracted his hands, letting them fall to his side. Then he started pacing faster, leading her. ]

Winged fish? [ Shoots her a glance. ] Sounds interesting. Unfortunately, we don't have such thing.

[ Masochistic girls, as if it wasn't obvious already. That, or ones like Alice, who can withstand constant exposure to trolling and thinks that he's adorable and charming. To be fair, he's not that bad - he's cute, in a rather otherworldly way thanks to his complexion, and you know how an ~*air of mystery*~ enhanced someone's allure. But really, it's a lack of social skills and some centuries in isolation speaking, not an air of mystery. That, coupled with the inability to age properly (plus other weird shit that comes in one package with being a nation) and innate derpiness, produced Iceland. ]

I'll let it slide this time. [ The look on his face clearly spelled out "next time I won't let you get away with these kind of things". ] Everyone thinks they know me better.

[ The next look he gave her wasn't good news either. ]

And believe me, they're all wrong. [ Take Germany for an example. Every time he thought that he got Iceland figured out, he said something that throws him off. Same thing with Alice. ] If I want some advice, I'll go to some weirdass dating site. Or an advisor. Or even a psychic. Whatever strikes my fancy.

[ He stops as they reached the restaurant. ]

Thanks for the kind offer, but it's nothing I can't handle.

( ooc: THERE IS NO LOG but only the one I gave you ;;; their old threads are just as cute, though, and I can give you the links if you'd like. ♥ if I don't tag back after this, feel free to assume that she'd find out about it! As for that, he's a very careful person, but he'll slip eventually. SEE ABOVE. He finally admits that he's in love with someone. |D )