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Antique usually didn't display that much dramatic behavior...but there were a couple of things that were her "tick-words" per say. Even though the young knight had her quirks...this was probably another one of them. But the unintentional doe-eyed look she had supplied to Mikael had probably gotten her things she had wanted in the past--though she never really realized she was making it. Or that the particular look was a particular weak point in alto of people she came across.
Although she beamed when he said that he really, really meant that she wasn't a cow, her stomach growled at her, letting her know that she hadn't eaten much of anything today. And no, that chocolate right after she woke up didn't count as a meal!
He kneeled in front of her and offered her his hand. Before she knew it, her much tinier hand was in his. "I uhm...well, I had some chocolate this morning!" she said, accepting his help. He mentioned something about food.
She smiled gently. "I'd like a snack very much," she said.
Mikael´s grin widened upon hearing the girl´s stomach once again. It needed something good and healthy: food. Standing up, the boy heard the girl´s excuse. Chocolate? That was dessert, not food! "Well, chocolate won´t do any good to your body. You need to eat healthy things. If you don´t, you´ll become vulnerable and the Heartless could-"
"-take your heart."
Mikael closed his eyes and sighed, wondering how Max was doing. The hydromancer probably was on his way to Disney Castle. However, there were more important things to worry about then, such as feeding the hungry knight.
"Alright, what should you eat?" he said, looking for a nearby restaurant. The pyromancer sniffed the air, sensing a lovely aroma nearby. "Bingo,"[/i] Yes, it was perfect! Antique would probably try something new that day. "Come on, let´s go!" And he was off, running toward the italian restaurant. Since he hadn´t released her hand yet, Antique would be pulled as well.
Antique made a face that suggested she disagreed with Mikael. Chocolate was indeed a meal! And it did wonderful things with her body! ..Like calmed her down, and that wonderful sugar rush later. It was a rare treat in her home world, and perhaps coming to Traverse Town had spoiled her.
She blinked as he thought about what he should feed her. A mischivious grin spread across her face. What was she? A child?
And then he began running, and dragged her with him.
"Paw-sta?" she shouted as they ran. She looked down at her hand, which was being held in his, and unconciosly blushed. Perhaps from the running.
...Or perhaps from something else. Either way, Mikael wasn't fully aware of this. He was worrying about feeding Antique a lot more than the fact of them holding hands. Besides, it's a common thing for friends to do, right.
As they approached the restaurant, his running became trotting before finding a complete stop. He opened the door with his left hand, unconsciously releasing Antique's hand from his grasp. "Uh... she-knights first?" He chuckled, walking inside the building after her. The air was full of delicious scents, most of them related with cheese and tomatoes. Indeed, that was real food!
"Let's find us a table." Mikael glanced around; the place was heavily crowded. A fitting tomb for claustrophobic people. After a minute of two, he finally spotted a table near the northeastern corner of the restaurant. His hand finding Antique's once again, he darted off toward the table like a lady behind a cheap luxurous purse. He slowly sat down, waiting for the typical waiter or waitress to pop in.
Looking down at his hand, Mikael blushed, quickly releasing the girl's hand. "You're definately having pasta tonight." So much for changing the subject.
Antique hadn't been in here before. Okay, well, she had peeked in, but didn't know what to do because of the large crowd. She preferred keeping to eating at the cafe at the first district or what the hotel offered to eat...so no, she hadn't quite been in here to dine. Wide eyed, she looked around in wonder, taking in the smell.
It smelled different.
She paused the moment he let go of her hand, because it seemed to grab her attention. Staring down at it, everything went a little bit quiet, all the noise seemed to drown out. And then he grabbed it again, and dragged her to a table.
Instead of sitting opposite to him, she sat on the same side of the table as him. Mainly because she thought it was awkward when someone watched you eat.
"What is this pawsta you keep speaking of?" she asked, looking up at him, curiously.
Mikael felt relieved when the girl appearantly ignored the blush. Now that he thought of it, he didn't actually the source of this embarrassment. Sure, Antique is a girl and they were holding hands. But still, isn't it a thing friends normally do?
He glanced sideways for a moment, slightly chuckling. The girl's face was full of wonders and questions, and it seemed all of it was new to her. Thinking about it, Mikael didn't know much about her past. He knew she was a skilled knight (a rather fragile sensible one) and that her world was gone, but other than that he was still in the dark.
"Well, in essence, pasta is... uh... some type of dough shaped in various formes."
He faked a smirk while a rollercoaster of thoughts invaded his mind. "Gawd, formal language really gets into me." A soft sigh escaped his lips before he spotted a waitress walking toward their table.
"Yes ma'am, you can take our order." He quickly said, ignoring the woman's puzzled look. "We would like two plates of spaguetti bolongnese please." Parmesan cheese. Parmesan chesse. Mikael truly loved it!
"What'll be your drink, sweetheart?" The waitress asked, looking straight at Antique. She looked quite old, her face having a fair share of wrinkles. She beamed, waiting for the girl's reply.
Antique glanced around in between thoughts, the place grabbing a great deal more of her attention than much else. The sights, the numerous amounts of people here, and especially the smells, made her nostalgic for being home. Though they were foreign, the people and the circumstances, she thought about being with her fellow knights, and the loudness of the mess hall. The old thoughts painted over her reality, and for a few moments, she seemed to space out, not really paying much attention to Mikael. A sad look came over her face for just a little bit, and she quickly snapped out of it when the old waitress stood in front of her.
"What'll be your drink, sweetheart?"
"Oh!" Antique said, her eyes widening in suprise.
"A glass of water, please?" she asked, smiling sweetly at the older woman. Ordering a flask of wine probably wasn't appropriate--no, she knew she was considered a child here. Yes, a glass of water would be just fine.
"With a lemon?"
She turned back to Mikael. "Sorry, I spaced a little back there...." she said, smiling very sheepishly.
Upon hearing the girl's words, the woman's smile ceased to exist. Had she ordered... just water? And with a lemon? Her brow slightly quirked in confusion before nodding and turning to Mikael. "And yours, young man?" The boy glanced up to meet her eyes, coldly gazing at them. The woman remained unshaken until he spoke. "Just a cup of coffee, please. Black coffee." The woman's eye slightly twitched. That really was a strange couple of humes. Coffee and spaguetti weren't supposed to be compatible!
"Mary Anne! Move your ass right now! Table number five won't serve themselves!"
The waitress rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed by her boss. "I'll be right back with your food. If you need anything, just give me a shout."
Mikael glanced at Antique as the waitress began to leave. This "Mary Anne" was too kind for his liking. She definately fell under the sweet old lady stereotype. "Don't worry about it, happens to me all the time." He looked away, trying to hide a sudden rush of embarrassment. What the hell was going on with him today? "So... uh..." The boy blinkblinked, not a single conversation topic popping in his mind. A low chuckle escaped his lips before speaking once again. "I really have no idea about what we should talk about."
Antique saw the odd look from the old wench, and tilted her head. Had she done something wrong? She thought it was more appropriate than ordering wine or something like that...Glancing up at Mikael as he ordered his coffee, she wrinkled her nose. She didn't like the taste of coffee, at all. It was so...bitter.
As the waitress left, she breathed out a sigh. "This place kind of reminds me of the taverns in my home world. Except this place smells a little bit better," she said, and sighed, nostalgically. "And there isn't a fight happening...yet..." she said, suspiciously glancing around. "Big difference in world's though. The common folk here are much...more..." she paused, thinking of the world. "Civil?"
Stretching her arms above her head, she heard her stomach protest at her, demanding food. She turned red.
"Well...we could talk about...uhm...our home worlds, I guess!"
"Taverns?" Mikael had no idea what a tavern was, but he was assuming from Antique's description that it was some sort of café... full of drunk people, perhaps? He honestly did not know, and he was not planning to ask her at all. Back home, things were pretty much calm and peaceful. Elona was a quite peaceful world... except when at war. Then, things got real ugly. But Mikael didn't like to talk about those days... or what he was forced to do.
"Well, I suppose we can talk about them, then. I don't know much about yours and you are pretty much in the dark regarding mine." He quirked his brow, not sure where to start. "Hmm... well, my world was named Elona, and it was divided in four main kingdoms, each of them representing an element. I, as you have probably guessed, was born to the Kingdom of Flames, at its capital Pyro. At some point, my country gained total control over the rest of the countries, bringing an era of peace for some time."
Now that he thought about it, Mikael found this amusing. All of those history teachings had been useful after all. And he thought they were only trash and a waste of his time.
"I think I got a bit carried away there." he said, a smile gracing his features. "Your turn."
"Then our worlds were almost really similar," Antique said, thoughtfully tapping her finger on the tabletop as she thought about her own world. "My world was separated into kingdoms too, but the kingdom I came from was the main one," she said.
"It was ruled by our Queen's whim. Everything she said, well, happened. If she wanted it to rain, it rained. If she thought one of the other kingdoms were being trecherous....it was..."
Antique paused. "Well, it simply disappeared," she said lightly, her tone of voice implying she knew a little bit more for more than she would say.
Fortunately for both of them, Mikael had learned self-control. He didn´t try to find more about the subject when he noticed the girl´s expression. It probably brought bad memories or something, and besides, curiosity killed the cat. He lifted a hand and rubbed his chin, wondering what to say next about his world. The man should probably skip his training and just go with the army and wars.
"Our king was bipolar. I mean, REALLY REALLY bipolar. One day he could be the kindest being in the kingdom while the next he could be a mean dictator ordering some of his citizens´ heads to be cut off."
"Sometimes, other kingdoms would plot against him for appearantly "the good of our kingdom". I don´t really know what to think, though... they could as well planned to take over our whole country. Our king would ultimately learn of the planned attacks weeks before they were executed, and we were forced to..." He gulped, lowering his voice as he continued. "Raid entire villages and kill everyone: men, women, children, it did not matter." He stopped before his voice started to break, looking away at the window for a moment.
"Your turn..."
((Uh... pretend the kitchen burnt the food. They are re-doing the pasta <3))
Antique noticed the break in his voice, and noted to herself that it was time to change the subject. "Perhaps alot of worlds are like that," she said, dismissing it, because she knew it wasn't a subject that no one really liked to talk about.
"Uhm, well, you know I'm a knight. But most children from my generation are of the fighting class," she said, and folded her arms. "There were always alot of knights, or warriors of some kind. My adopted father, he was a special kind of knight! A Dragoon, if I recall," she smiled, with clear admiration for the only father she ever knew.
"And he planted the most beautiful flowers!" she beamed. "Pink roses, that would bloom once a year, but they were the loveliest around!"
Mikael smiled, trying to hide any clue of his past mini-breakdown. Hiding his true emotions was a thing he easily accomplished as he was usually a cold person, mainly a calculator and strategist. He sighed, thinking about his returning past demons, and not really listening to Antique. Why had he killed so many people in the first place? To continue being a "friend" of the Kingdom´s?
"...Pink roses, that would bloom once a year, but they were the loveliest around!"
"Huh?" He turned once more, his gaze fixing on the girl beside him. "Sorry... I kinda "spaced a little back there"." They were appearantly speaking about flowers. Hmm... flowers? Not in his kingdom, anyway. He had only seen them once, at another place.
"Well... there weren´t many flowers in my world. I think I only saw them once or twice... when we rai- visited a village the Rose Palace. My home was kind of... barren of flowers, yet the morning breeze was cool and the sea stood always nearby."
"The sea?" Antique asked, and tilted her head. "I've never actually seen one before," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "I've heard about it before though. My world was rarely very warm though...lots of rain, and a long, long winter. But Spring, when it came, even though it was only around for a bit, was my favorite season," she said, beaming.
She certainly seemed like a person who would like Spring, with as...colorful as she was.
Her stoumach growled. She leaned over, hoping that as she folded her arms over her stoumach it would stop the hungry protests at her. Thank goodness the resturaunt was loud enough to mask the sound from traveling too far.