May I take your order? [liza, mannes]

[SOLL BRIGS]

Soll could barely hear himself think in the crowded diner as he entered with Mannes beside him. This must be the lunch rush hour or something... He hated going out in public like this, especially being indoors, it seemed like they were packed and squeezed into the building like the books on his shelf at home were (and believe me, he was no light reader).


Alas, as much as he loathed being surrounded by strangers, he loathed Mannes' cooking more. He had only attempted the feat once, but Soll was not the sort to give out second chances easily. So it was eat out or starve. This time the former won out.


He spotted a waitress coming towards them with an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry, we don't have any free tables right now, you'll have to wait a few minutes." She seemed nice enough, but Soll was hungry and being told to wait before he'd even put in an order was not what he wanted to hear.


He turned to Mannes, making sure to be loud enough to be heard in the joint. "Hey maybe we should go look for food somewhere else I don't feel like waiting." Soll hoped his friend would not be stubborn about leaving...

[MANNES RATH]

"Sorry, we don't have any free tables right now, you'll have to wait a few minutes."

Mannes looked around and saw that the waitress was right, there were no tables free, and most of the tables did not even have two seats to spare around them. Most of them, that is. He spotted one table that a very rigid violet-haired girl was sitting at, alone.

"Hey maybe we should go look for food somewhere else I don't feel like waiting."

Flashing his friend a grin he said, "Nonsense, nonsense." He turned to the waitress and explained, "There's no need to wait for a table, we came here to meet my friend here's girlfriend. I've just spotted her over there," He gave Sol a friendly squeeze on the shoulder with one hand, and gestured to the purple girl sitting behind him with his other. Winking at the waitress he added, "I hope you'll come and see to us soon miss."


The waitress blushed in response and replied, "I'll be right with you," with a nervous smile.


With that, Mannes turned around and made his way through the crowded, table-filled room to where the purple girl sat.


Placing a hand on the table he leaned over the girl and gathered up all his best charms. "Please pardon me fair maiden, but could my friend and I take these two seats at your table. There's no where else to sit you see, and my friend here is far too stubborn and hungry to try another diner." He knelt before her and reached to take her hand in his, to kiss it politely as if she were a princess.

[LIZAVETA PRASKOVIYA]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style= margin-top: 50px][style= float: left; text-align: left; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; margin-top: 10px; color: CCCCCC; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -55px; margin-left: 10px]i came, i saw[/style] [style= height: 100; width: 100px; margin-right: 10px; float: right; margin-top: -24px][style= height: 350px; width: 90px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 8px; padding: 5px; border-top: 10px solid 66CCEE; color: 000000]TAGS mannes and soll COUNT pssh, word count is for losers NOTES lalala~ SONG swing life away lol coded by JIN of PRE & BTN[/style][/style] [style= margin-top: -50px; width: 430px; background-color: DDDDDD; border-top: 10px solid FFFF88; border-right: 10px solid FFFF88; border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px][style= width: 280px; height: 350px; padding: 20px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; border-right: 10px solid 66CCEE; border-top: 10px solid 66CCEE; overflow: auto]This place was filthy. She had lived in Caer Pelyn for many years, and felt so much cleaner there. Out in nature, completely exposed. She was a traveler at heart, she knew that. And living in a place so truly connected with nature had been wonderful. But, Lizaveta had wanted to see the world, and this was part of the world. Unfortunately. She had to keep herself from cringing, which wasn't too hard since she did like to think she had very good control of herself. But she couldn't help sneering at the table she was led to. Once the waitress left, Lizaveta hadn't even bothered to catch a name or observation of the girl's appearance, the purple-haired Kresimirian set to work. Luckily, she always had a cleaning spell or two up her sleeve to take care of a mess like this. To a normal person's eyes, the table really wasn't that bad. But to a person with Lizaveta's stack of issues, there was much work to be done. She didn't what people thought, she started by clearing the table, and setting everything down on the three chairs so they wouldn't be dirtied by the floor. She asked -- or rather demanded -- that a waiter bring her some rags and a bucket of water, even cleansing those when he brought them. She wasn't going to touch anything from this place! Lizaveta cleaned the table, chairs, and everything else that was on the table herself. Magic couldn't do the job she could. She did practice a bit of earth magic on the wood though, reviving its luster by placing the palm of her hand on the newly cleaned table. Lizaveta sat down when the job was done, sighing contently. She had someone remove the cleaning materials and her waitress brought her a menu, which Lizaveta wore gloves to handle. She ordered a salad and a glass of water, preparing herself to sanitize the water and purify the salad. While she focused her studies on dark magic, and therefore could not use light magic to the extent of weaponizing it -- or really to any extent where it would be useful to a normal person -- she learned a little from a kind man in Caer Pelyn who understood her suffering and taught her a way to cope. She returned the menu to the waitress, and removed her gloves, placing them in her pocket and making a note to wash them later, along with the dress she was wearing. Which was typical in its oddness, but for Lizaveta perfectly normal. Lizaveta now looked forward to a peaceful, uneventful dinner, but unfortunately it did not last long. She was thinking about what soup to order when her peace suddenly disturbed by a hand on her freshly cleaned table. She heard him talking, registered his words, but still stared at that hand. To someone who knew Lizaveta, they would recognize the look of terror on her face. She just cleaned this table, and now it was soiled. Ruined. She noticed the stranger's hands were rough and calloused from hard work, she didn't care. It was dirty by her standards, and on her clean table. But this person didn't stop there. Lizaveta nearly shouted out a Flux spell, because this man had just grabbed her hand and then kissed the back of it. Oh good lord, what is this atrocity. But Lizaveta kept her outward cool. Mentally she was a mess, but she looked perfectly calm. Except for maybe the slight twitch of her eye and the glare in her gaze. She could stand it no longer. Lizaveta snatched her hand away from the man, restraining herself from bolting to the nearest clean stream and washing her hand. "I ask that you refrain from touching me." She said, her tone warning and even a little threatening. Oh this was not a good day. "If you wish to sit at this table then by all means, do. Your predicament is understandable. But, if you touch me again I am going to have to ask that you leave." She couldn't stop rubbing the hand that had been touched, and finally just put the glove back on it. She couldn't believe that had just happened. "Ah yes, please do not touch the table either if at all possible. I just washed it." She added, staring at the exact spot where the man's hand had just been. Honestly, people. She prayed this man's table manners were cleaner than he was. She glanced at another man who was standing with this...ruffian. Relief was clear in her expression when she saw the man, he seemed more refined than this friend did. "Are you two in the same company?" She asked, hoping they were and that the other man could control his companion. She was tempted to hide behind a book regardless, she had one in her lap, but Lizaveta had manners. She didn't want to be rude to these men, regardless of how hideously one of them was behaving. She swore, if he touched her again, he was going to understand what pain was. It didn't really bother her that she was so unapproachable and unlikeable, she was who she was. Perhaps her 'issues' helped make her more tolerant of who she was, or less caring of what other people thought. Regardless of what her that way, she wasn't questioning it. What she was questioning, was why the fates hated her so much.

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