Characters: ALL Format: ANY This log is: OPEN Location: Dining hall Summary: It's time for lunch! Warnings: TBA
[your selection for today is, for some reason, your standard American highschool lunch menu. If you have Player permission, there's ice-cream for dessert.]
Romeo felt very stupid as he stared at all the food, especially since everyone else seemed to know what it was. It was made worse by the fact that there were labels on the food to tell you what it was called but Romeo couldn't read them!
Luckily the people who were serving the food were happy enough to tell him what everything was called, so when they had told him they were serving Pizza he had asked for that; glad to recognise the name of something.
However when he had been given the pizza on his plate he blinked at it in confusion. This didn't look like any pizza Romeo had ever eaten before, he had had it when he was little back before the drought had came and they had no food. Even in the fancy stalls in Milano that he had seen in his time there he had never seen anything like this.
Still he was always up for trying something knew, and he had tried a lot of strange things since coming to this school so he went and sat down at a table and tried the strange looking pizza.
And nearly choked... what was this? He grimaced as he chewed it and swallowed it, who on earth thought making cheese hot and stringy was a good idea? And putting it on pizza? "This isn't pizza!" He frowned but he took another bite grimacing again at the strange texture and mix of tastes. This was disgusting.
"Oi, kid..." growled a deep voice to Romeo's left; it seems as if he were standing 'in the way' of the larger, green-haired individual who was addressing him.
Zoro stared down at him, holding a tray of his own topped with plates of pizza, sandwiches, as well as burgers and fries as he stood just behind Romeo in the serving line. Taller and built with lean, powerful muscles from head to toe, he seemed to exude a tangible aura of intimidation, to say nothing at all of the long, battle-earned scar over his left eye.
"If you don't like it, get something else," he said firmly. There was no anger in his voice, but instead, his tone was almost...scolding. "But you're holding up the line."
Zoro himself had no reservations with the food, nor the language on the menu itself. He was new, but now that he had learned how to work with the system in place, he was more interested in finding a place to sit and eat in peace rather than be stuck waiting behind a picky eater.
Romeo jumped around to see a huge man behind him, a huge man who did not look happy to see Romeo there. Romeo was frozen for a moment though his instincts told him to run the man had spoken to him and he couldn't bring himself to ignore an adult. He was so scared that it took a moment to realise that the man had spoken more.
His eyes went wide and he shook his head clutching the plate to him. He might not like it but he wasn't going to give it up, he was hungry. "I'm sorry sir!" He tried to sound chirpy but it came out more like a frightened yelp.
He side stepped out the line trembling still, so much that he almost dropped the pizza off the plate.
His shoulders suddenly dropping, Zoro let out an exasperated sigh, then took a firm-yet-gentle grasp of Romeo's shoulder. Carefully, as he was easily able to recognize that this was a rather timid sort of person, Zoro led him back into the line, never having intended to make Romeo abandon his place entirely.
"I didn't say 'get out of the way'," he continued, shaking his head disappointedly. "I just want you to keep moving. Y'know...get everything you want and then leave."
There were other options ahead - side dishes, drinks, and desserts - and Zoro wasn't about to make the younger lad miss out on them. Instead, he nodded his head sharply, gesturing with it as if to say 'go ahead'.
Romeo winced and waited for the blow that was surely to come from being grabbed but it didn't come. If this was another kid who was steering him around like this Romeo would have gotten out of the grip and gave him a mouthfull for dragging him about but this man was definitly not a kid and even though he hadn't hit him yet he might if Romeo struggled.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down, he had been silly being so scared, what would the Black Brother's think of him? Nikkita would be laughing so hard! And Alfredo, what would Alfredo do in this situation?
"I'm sorry sir!" His voice was calmer this time, stronger; he moved forward when told to, he didn't pick up any other food, because he wasn't sure he was allowed more than one thing to eat, and the slice of pizza, however weird and disgusting it looked was quite big.
Trying to act like he wasn't terrified of the man behind him Romeo grabbed a glass of water, as he didn't have a player he wasn't allowed dessert. But he didn't really mind, he had had dessert the week before and it had been strange, very sweet and made Romeo feel slightly ill. He grabbed a pear though, because this place had a lot of different fruit and Romeo had found that he liked it all! Though nothing was quite as nice as apples.
Then he stepped out of the queue and watched the scary man warily.
The moment Romeo moved back into line, Zoro almost seemed to forget him; though he had sensed the lad had mustered up some kind of courage, now that he was moving along with the rest of the line again as expected, the 'big, scary man' stopped looking at him entirely. Instead, he focused on the food, nodding appreciatively towards the serving staff whenever he took something. He never smiled, but he never exactly 'frowned' either, and whenever he looked at anything, he seemed to study it quietly, gauging it for only a half of a split-second before taking it or passing it by.
Zoro wasn't allowed dessert either; he didn't seem interested anyway. Instead, he passed through the end of the line and began to walk directly past Romeo.
The moment they were standing next to each other, Zoro looked down at him with the same look of appraisal that he gave anything else, then simply said, "Thanks," in a very strong, genuine tone before walking away.
Sugata had a few things on his tray, sticking to some of the least greasy, offensive things on the menu today. This was good, since his plan was to see what kind of area passed for a dojo around here later.
But his mind was miles away, back on Southern Cross Island, with Takuto and Wako. She would be safe with him with her, of that he had no doubt, but he still couldn't satisfy the faint anxiety he had dealt with. Maybe a few hours with a bokuto in his hand would do the job.
But then, he found a rather interesting situation. A decidedly well-built man having an altercation with a child. While he usually stayed out of other people's conflicts, this just wouldn't do. He walked up alongside Romeo. "Is everything alright?" he asked discreetly, looking over at Zoro.
Another adult, Romeo stared up at the new commer with wide eyes and then back to the scary man. He had said thank you and hadn't tried to hurt Romeo at all so Romeo was a little less frightened. But now there was another man and Romeo managed to nod at him with wide eyes without dropping his pizza or water.
"Everythings fine sir!" He glanced back at the scary man, he thought everything was fine, the man didn't seem angry at the moment.
By then, Zoro's back was the only thing facing Romeo and the new arrival. A few feet away, holding his tray of food in both hands, he was glancing about, head on a swivel, looking for a place to sit. The dining hall had started to become more crowded around that time, and many of the tables had filled up.
By chance, though, Zoro happened to look back at Romeo and Sugata and noticed them looking directly at him. He raised a brow, his expressions changing slightly to a slight concern.
The misunderstanding was a simple one; Zoro's casual, yet gravel-laden voice, likely came off as a bit too rough. When he'd touched Romeo to urge him back into line, he hadn't used one bit of coercive strength to do so. Zoro had thought absolutely nothing of the exchange, too, so when their stares persisted, he frowned a little, but turned away again without a word. Spotting an empty table with a windowed view of the surrounding courtyard, Zoro strode away and seated himself quietly, sliding into his chair with a very small smile and a sigh of content.
Sugata seemed satisfied that the man wasn't going to cause any more trouble, and looked back to Romeo. He offered him a small smile. "Good. Be careful, alright?"
Romeo smiled at the man and nodded, "Thank you sir! I will be!" Taking the pizza that was not pizza, his fruit and water he left and started looking for a place to sit.
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Luckily the people who were serving the food were happy enough to tell him what everything was called, so when they had told him they were serving Pizza he had asked for that; glad to recognise the name of something.
However when he had been given the pizza on his plate he blinked at it in confusion. This didn't look like any pizza Romeo had ever eaten before, he had had it when he was little back before the drought had came and they had no food. Even in the fancy stalls in Milano that he had seen in his time there he had never seen anything like this.
Still he was always up for trying something knew, and he had tried a lot of strange things since coming to this school so he went and sat down at a table and tried the strange looking pizza.
And nearly choked... what was this? He grimaced as he chewed it and swallowed it, who on earth thought making cheese hot and stringy was a good idea? And putting it on pizza? "This isn't pizza!" He frowned but he took another bite grimacing again at the strange texture and mix of tastes. This was disgusting.
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Zoro stared down at him, holding a tray of his own topped with plates of pizza, sandwiches, as well as burgers and fries as he stood just behind Romeo in the serving line. Taller and built with lean, powerful muscles from head to toe, he seemed to exude a tangible aura of intimidation, to say nothing at all of the long, battle-earned scar over his left eye.
"If you don't like it, get something else," he said firmly. There was no anger in his voice, but instead, his tone was almost...scolding. "But you're holding up the line."
Zoro himself had no reservations with the food, nor the language on the menu itself. He was new, but now that he had learned how to work with the system in place, he was more interested in finding a place to sit and eat in peace rather than be stuck waiting behind a picky eater.
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His eyes went wide and he shook his head clutching the plate to him. He might not like it but he wasn't going to give it up, he was hungry. "I'm sorry sir!" He tried to sound chirpy but it came out more like a frightened yelp.
He side stepped out the line trembling still, so much that he almost dropped the pizza off the plate.
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"I didn't say 'get out of the way'," he continued, shaking his head disappointedly. "I just want you to keep moving. Y'know...get everything you want and then leave."
There were other options ahead - side dishes, drinks, and desserts - and Zoro wasn't about to make the younger lad miss out on them. Instead, he nodded his head sharply, gesturing with it as if to say 'go ahead'.
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He took a deep breath to calm himself down, he had been silly being so scared, what would the Black Brother's think of him? Nikkita would be laughing so hard! And Alfredo, what would Alfredo do in this situation?
"I'm sorry sir!" His voice was calmer this time, stronger; he moved forward when told to, he didn't pick up any other food, because he wasn't sure he was allowed more than one thing to eat, and the slice of pizza, however weird and disgusting it looked was quite big.
Trying to act like he wasn't terrified of the man behind him Romeo grabbed a glass of water, as he didn't have a player he wasn't allowed dessert. But he didn't really mind, he had had dessert the week before and it had been strange, very sweet and made Romeo feel slightly ill. He grabbed a pear though, because this place had a lot of different fruit and Romeo had found that he liked it all! Though nothing was quite as nice as apples.
Then he stepped out of the queue and watched the scary man warily.
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Zoro wasn't allowed dessert either; he didn't seem interested anyway. Instead, he passed through the end of the line and began to walk directly past Romeo.
The moment they were standing next to each other, Zoro looked down at him with the same look of appraisal that he gave anything else, then simply said, "Thanks," in a very strong, genuine tone before walking away.
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But his mind was miles away, back on Southern Cross Island, with Takuto and Wako. She would be safe with him with her, of that he had no doubt, but he still couldn't satisfy the faint anxiety he had dealt with. Maybe a few hours with a bokuto in his hand would do the job.
But then, he found a rather interesting situation. A decidedly well-built man having an altercation with a child. While he usually stayed out of other people's conflicts, this just wouldn't do. He walked up alongside Romeo. "Is everything alright?" he asked discreetly, looking over at Zoro.
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"Everythings fine sir!" He glanced back at the scary man, he thought everything was fine, the man didn't seem angry at the moment.
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By chance, though, Zoro happened to look back at Romeo and Sugata and noticed them looking directly at him. He raised a brow, his expressions changing slightly to a slight concern.
The misunderstanding was a simple one; Zoro's casual, yet gravel-laden voice, likely came off as a bit too rough. When he'd touched Romeo to urge him back into line, he hadn't used one bit of coercive strength to do so. Zoro had thought absolutely nothing of the exchange, too, so when their stares persisted, he frowned a little, but turned away again without a word. Spotting an empty table with a windowed view of the surrounding courtyard, Zoro strode away and seated himself quietly, sliding into his chair with a very small smile and a sigh of content.
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