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Lorenzo | 23 | Chef at Cafe Pearl

[incazzatto]

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@snickeriarbete | send ⌚ to ask my muse what time it is.  

Lorenzo doesn’t usually have people come up to him and ask him for anything, considering the bitchy expression he leaves resting on his face, most people don’t tend to go for him when it comes to such things in public.

So every time it happens, he’s very surprised, and very annoyed — that look is usually there for a reason, he likes being left alone.

“Time?” he tries not to stutter, looking around for a clock, wondering why the hell this man thinks he has one in his brain or some shit. “Around noon, probably? I don’t fucking know.”

[snickeriarbete]

incazzatto‌:

Lorenzo sighed “I don’t bring my phone when I’m on break. No use for it if I’m napping,” he grumbled. “There’s probably a clock inside. But I’m on break, so it’s around noon. Maybe one. I don’t know.”

He shrugged. “Fair enough. Sorry for disturbing you. I just need to be somewhere at two and I wanted to not be late so I was curious how much time I had to work with.”

[incazzatto]

“Well. It’s about noon. That’s when my break starts and I got out here about 10 minutes ago,” he mumbled, stretching out on the bench like a cat.

[incazzatto]

drpode‌:

Did the fact that Agatha was native to Treowa make her faux pas better, or worse? Hard to say, but the fact remained that she had underestimated how long she’d be out, and had fully forgotten about the whims of Treowan weather.

She was quick to dive under the umbrella, almost knocking into the man in her haste to get herelf undercover.

“Very sorry about this,” She prefaced, her voice highpitched and a little frazzled. “But if we could either get somewhere very dry or to a body of water within the next few minutes I will transform into my Mer form , and that’s not going to be convenient for anyone involved.”

As she’d spoken ,she made an attemtp to get Lorenzo to start walking, for the love of God.

“Cristo, okay,” he hissed, starting to walk, keeping sort of sure that she stayed under his umbrella. “I’m going to work. Which is the Pearl Cafe. In the water. So,” he told her, glancing down at her with a frown. “There’s a body of water for you or whatever.”

He seemed a little miffed, and he was, but that’s only because this was the second time this week he had to share an umbrella on his way to work during a goddamn rainstorm. This island was incredible at getting rained on, and it was slightly annoying.

[incazzatto]

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@punkishpessimism

Even when in his human body, Lorenzo was capable of looking strongly like a pissed-off cat. And like a cat, he absolutely hating being wet, so when rain suddenly struck the island out of nowhere, he was not prepared. And suddenly, drenched. And nowhere near the cafe. 

“Goddammit,” he muttered, trying to pick up the pace and rush his way to the cafe; he couldn’t afford to be late right now.

Then suddenly he was not being pelted with heavy raindrops anymore. “What the f—” he was cut off, looking up at the sky, only to not even see the sky. An umbrella. He looked beside him, meeting the gaze of someone he did not know.

“—Thanks?” he said, wholly confused, his face pinched into a puzzled glare, still very irritated from being soaking wet.

[punkishpessimism-blog]

incazzatto‌:

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Lorenzo took the umbrella, holding it above both their heads and kept walking down the path towards the coast. “Probably. There’s some kind of tea, anyways,” he said, clearly dismissive of the difference in tea, as he didn’t drink it at all himself. “You can drink whatever tea we have regardless.”

Arthur shrugged. He’d already handed off his umbrella to this person, he may as well see them through to wherever they were going. It took a bit of effort for him to keep up with the much taller man’s stride but Arthur refused to lag behind.

“How far away is it?”

[incazzatto]

“It’s quite literally in the water. So down at the beach,” he said, gesturing in the direction they were walking, his ears flat against his head with his frowning. “Ten more minutes of walking, maybe.”

It was definitely odd for Lorenzo of all people to feel taller than someone, and he let his laziness take his stride, even if he was trying to make it to work, he slowed down just a bit.

[incazzatto]

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@punkishpessimism

Even when in his human body, Lorenzo was capable of looking strongly like a pissed-off cat. And like a cat, he absolutely hating being wet, so when rain suddenly struck the island out of nowhere, he was not prepared. And suddenly, drenched. And nowhere near the cafe. 

“Goddammit,” he muttered, trying to pick up the pace and rush his way to the cafe; he couldn’t afford to be late right now.

Then suddenly he was not being pelted with heavy raindrops anymore. “What the f—” he was cut off, looking up at the sky, only to not even see the sky. An umbrella. He looked beside him, meeting the gaze of someone he did not know.

“—Thanks?” he said, wholly confused, his face pinched into a puzzled glare, still very irritated from being soaking wet.

[incazzatto]

punkishpessimism‌:

“…Yes, actually. That’d probably be a good idea,” Arthur relented, passing his umbrella over. He wasn’t usually one to pass his personal property over to strangers but his arm was getting awfully tired.

Funnily enough, Arthur had gone out of the house for the express purpose of finding a new spot to try some tea. He’d grown bored of the strains he’d collected at home and was craving something new; maybe something…spicy? He’d heard some good things about masala chai tea and was eager to get his hands on some.

“Does your cafe sell masala chai tea? Because if so, I’ll happily walk you there.”

Lorenzo took the umbrella, holding it above both their heads and kept walking down the path towards the coast. “Probably. There’s some kind of tea, anyways,” he said, clearly dismissive of the difference in tea, as he didn’t drink it at all himself. “You can drink whatever tea we have regardless.”

[incazzatto]

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@snickeriarbete | send ⌚ to ask my muse what time it is.  

Lorenzo doesn’t usually have people come up to him and ask him for anything, considering the bitchy expression he leaves resting on his face, most people don’t tend to go for him when it comes to such things in public.

So every time it happens, he’s very surprised, and very annoyed — that look is usually there for a reason, he likes being left alone.

“Time?” he tries not to stutter, looking around for a clock, wondering why the hell this man thinks he has one in his brain or some shit. “Around noon, probably? I don’t fucking know.”

[snickeriarbete]

Berwald fought the urge to frown. It was just a simple question and he wondered if perhaps the other had a more precise way to figure it out like a watch or a phone. “I see,” he murmured, disappointment coloring his tone. “I mean, I guessed that much but I didn’t wear a watch today and stupidly left my phone at home.”

[incazzatto]

Lorenzo sighed “I don’t bring my phone when I’m on break. No use for it if I’m napping,” he grumbled. “There’s probably a clock inside. But I’m on break, so it’s around noon. Maybe one. I don’t know.”

[incazzatto]

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@punkishpessimism

Even when in his human body, Lorenzo was capable of looking strongly like a pissed-off cat. And like a cat, he absolutely hating being wet, so when rain suddenly struck the island out of nowhere, he was not prepared. And suddenly, drenched. And nowhere near the cafe. 

“Goddammit,” he muttered, trying to pick up the pace and rush his way to the cafe; he couldn’t afford to be late right now.

Then suddenly he was not being pelted with heavy raindrops anymore. “What the f—” he was cut off, looking up at the sky, only to not even see the sky. An umbrella. He looked beside him, meeting the gaze of someone he did not know.

“—Thanks?” he said, wholly confused, his face pinched into a puzzled glare, still very irritated from being soaking wet.

[punkishpessimism-blog]

When the sky opened up and decided to lash rain down upon the island, Arthur had already been prepared. He’d been caught in one too many showers before, the weather on the island refusing to be predictable at times. As such, he’d gotten into the habit of carrying an umbrella on his person, to ensure that he didn’t look an absolute mess on a poor day.

He’d been strolling along the dreary path for only a couple of moments, enjoying the gentle splash of water dribbling down onto the earth, when a drenched and slightly irritated man walked past him.

Arthur had always prided himself in his manners, believing himself a bit of a gentleman (although he could be far too crass at times), and didn’t think it right to not try shelter the stranger from the rain.

“You’re welcome,” Arthur replied, trying to act as if he wasn’t straining to keep the umbrella above the other person’s head.

[incazzatto]

“…Do you want me to fucking hold it,” he said flatly, not at all used to being taller than someone, all things considered. This man was the size of a child—no wonder he didn’t even notice him right away.

“I need to go to work, so if you’re planning on lending me this umbrella, you’re going to end up at Cafe Pearl,” he told him dismissively, starting to walk in, expecting Arthur to move with him as he kept down the path toward the sea.

[incazzatto]

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@drpode | send ☔ for our muses to share an umbrella on a rainy day.

It’s common misconception that Lorenzo is nothing but mean, and to consider him heartless would be to brush over all that’s hidden beneath all that meanness. Even if it’s hard to get to.

After the rainstorm that suddenly struck a few days ago, he was wiser about bringing an umbrella when the day looked cloudy, and to his luck for once, thunder suddenly rumbled and it was raining heavy within seconds after that. And he wasn’t going to get fucking soaked this time.

Making his way to work, he was trying to do so swiftly, only to notice someone that had been in a similar situation to him a few days prior. And the poor girl was already soaked herself.

“Ugh,” he muttered to himself, not wanting to be late to work again, but here he was. He wasn’t an asshole. He was bitchy sometimes, yes, but like hell he was going to lave some lady out here soaking in the rain. And she didn’t even look from Treowa, lost as hell, so that was another strike of the heart strings.

Approaching her, awkwardly, and reluctantly, he tipping his umbrella over, tucking his tail close to his body so it wouldn’t risk getting misted by the rain, and covered her head with it.

“You’re gonna end up sick or some shit if you just walk around like this,” he grumbled.

[incazzatto]

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@snickeriarbete | send ⌚ to ask my muse what time it is.  

Lorenzo doesn’t usually have people come up to him and ask him for anything, considering the bitchy expression he leaves resting on his face, most people don’t tend to go for him when it comes to such things in public.

So every time it happens, he’s very surprised, and very annoyed --- that look is usually there for a reason, he likes being left alone.

“Time?” he tries not to stutter, looking around for a clock, wondering why the hell this man thinks he has one in his brain or some shit. “Around noon, probably? I don’t fucking know.”

[incazzatto]

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@punkishpessimism

Even when in his human body, Lorenzo was capable of looking strongly like a pissed-off cat. And like a cat, he absolutely hating being wet, so when rain suddenly struck the island out of nowhere, he was not prepared. And suddenly, drenched. And nowhere near the cafe. 

“Goddammit,” he muttered, trying to pick up the pace and rush his way to the cafe; he couldn’t afford to be late right now.

Then suddenly he was not being pelted with heavy raindrops anymore. “What the f—” he was cut off, looking up at the sky, only to not even see the sky. An umbrella. He looked beside him, meeting the gaze of someone he did not know.

“—Thanks?” he said, wholly confused, his face pinched into a puzzled glare, still very irritated from being soaking wet.

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objectiiive‌:

Agatha pursed her lips. She was oddly amued by the situation - not at Loernzo’s expense, of course - and was trying harder than she should’ve needed to surpress a smile. 

“Well, at least they bothered to write a poem. I don’t think I got put as anyone’s soulmate- so you should probably make some room in your pity party.”

The smile broke through, if only as a wry one. Shifting her weight, Agatha simply regarded Lorenzo with a mild look, her arms crossing over her chest.

“ Are you going to keep pretending you don’t have fucking feelings for Nat? Just because it’s a ‘love triangle’, or whatever, doesn’t mean you’re not technically matched. Considering I’m fucking gay and they gave Nat my poem. ”

He knew there was no point to moping over the soulmate bullshit, and he might as well just shut up and forget about it, but regardless, it seemed to hurt a little. 

“ So you’re not welcome in my pity party, you still have someone. ”     

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objectiiive‌:

“If you think you can say a word without getting into a fight we both know I’ll win, you’ve got another thing coming.” Her eyes briefly narrowed, but were quick to relax. She doutbted he’d actually say something, anyway. 

“You don’t have a soulmate in this tiny village.” She countered, raising her eyebrow at him pointedly. “You really want to put your stock in this silly program after all of its other stellar choices? I thought better of you.”

“ No, I --- shut up, ”     he huffed.     “I didn’t imagine I’d have a soulmate anyways. Not that I have any faith in this shit, it’s just... fucking disappointing, I guess. ”

He kept his arms crossed, clearly defensive and trying to ignore the shitty feeling that he really had no reason to feel at the moment, but, he still was a little upset.     “ I’m saying it’s fucking stupid, anyways. This whole thing. Dumb as fuck. I’m just saying that --- obviously, I’m the odd one out? There wasn’t anyone to put me with. No one compatible with me. So I got paired with two fucking lesbians, because God hates me. ”

[natalia-the-pearl-blog]

incazzatto‌:

His poem read:

Step up! She is the ice to your fire. You’re one in three, but will still have a chance! Be a well knit pair; kindle a fresh desire. She can Wait with you in your odd romance.

“ This is so stupid. I’m not your soulmate, and you’re not mine, but we’ve been fucking matched? I’m literally gay, ”     he complained with a groan.    

She hit her palm against her forehead while reading it, repeating his words, “This is SO stupid. I’m also literally a lesbian.” She read his poem again, trying to decipher it. “The stupid waiter and waitress puns, the knitting and drawing hobbies buried in there…” 

She squinted, “one in three? what’s that’s supposed to mean?” She handed his crumpled poem back to him. “It’s so dumb that it says to be a pair and then says three… that literally makes no sense. Not that I’m opposed to being friends, Lorenzo, but this soulmate thing is so dumb.”

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“ I don’t know. I wasn’t even focusing on that line, ”     he huffed, looking already exhausted by this stupid little game they were being made to play.    “ I’m not against being friends, either. I don’t even want anything to do with this soulmate bullshit anyways. I even wrote my fucking sexuality down. And they still fucked it up ? ”

He rolled his eyes and groaned again, setting her letter back down so he could put his face in his hands for a moment, trying to keep from screaming.

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objectiiive‌:

“Well obviously they can’t- I don’t think you’re going to go after Nat!” Her voice cracked jsut a little, raising in pitch out of sheer indignance. “Why would it bother me if you had- just because a poem said we were soulmates it doesn’t automatically make it mean anything. This whole thing is stupid.”

Despite her impassioned defence, Agatha only proceeded to look more flustered and exposed the longer she spoke- evidently it was more than a river in Egypt. 

Calmer, she continued. “If they think they can actually force us into anything they can fuck off, honestly.” She said this very matter of fact, a very blase tone to her voice. 

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, knowing that same insistent denial all too well himself, and he folded his arms over his chest.     “ Clearly it wouldn’t bother you. Not at all, ”     he spoke drily, clearly thinking the opposite. 

“ I’m not someone you need to hide that shit from, you know. I hide everything myself. I won’t spill it to Natalia. Maybe, ”    he said, a hint of a smirk in his lips.     “ Unless it might be funny. ”

“ Clearly it’s you supposed to be you two. I don’t need to be in this at all. It’s fucking stupid, and I obviously don’t have a ‘soulmate’, ”    he said, making air-quotes with his words and averting his eyes.

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objectiiive‌:

“Worse, we’re in the world’s most ridiculous love triangle.” Agatha rolled her eyes. “Nat got a man , so obviously I’m supposed to pine sadly or fight you to win her love.” Hopefully her sarcasm came across.

There was a slight pause before, angrily, Agatha kicked out at a nearby chair. “God, I hate this stupid villiage!”

“Christ, calm down. I’m not gonna go after Nat. This is stupid, but don’t ruin the diner, would you ? ”     he complained, frowning at her.     “ It’s not like they’re going to force us to play out the love triangle, are they ?  They can’t make me like women suddenly. ”

He kept glaring down at the stupid poem, and a slightly saddening thought drifted into his head. Obviously, neither Natalia or Agatha were really his “soulmate”, but --- did that mean he didn’t really have a soulmate?

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“ Okay, fine. I’ll hand you mine, you hand me yours, ”     he said, unfolding the mess he’d made of the letter, and holding it out to Natalia.     “ It has a stupid waitress pun in it. That’s why I think it’s pointing me at you. ”

She rolled her eyes as she handed hers over, “yeah mine has a waiter pun in it, too…”

Like the man himself, we’ll keep it brief; We’ve got a man who’ll wait on you hand And foot! Cook you up a whole new belief In love. Draw up a new life to be plann’d.

“It’s confusing to me… I get the waiter and cook part, I’m probably the drawing part… but is the rest just filler text?”

[incazzatto]

His poem read:

Step up! She is the ice to your fire. You’re one in three, but will still have a chance! Be a well knit pair; kindle a fresh desire. She can Wait with you in your odd romance.

“ This is so stupid. I’m not your soulmate, and you’re not mine, but we’ve been fucking matched? I’m literally gay, ”     he complained with a groan.    

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objectiiive‌:

“Nat.” 

Agatha blinked once- then blinked again, an expression of pure, exasperated, irritation overcoming her. 

“Are you taking the piss.”

Letting out a frustrated noise, she slapped both hands over her cheeks. It took a moment for her to compose herself, but she was at least apologetic when she did.

“Not you taking the piss, sorry. It’s just that-”

Wait a second, he got Nat? Then had she even been correct in the first place? Agatha frowned, fishing a piece of paper out of her pocket.

“…Does this sound similar to yours?”

Step up! She is the ice to your fire. You’re one in three, but will still have a chance! Be a well knit pair; kindle a fresh desire. She can Wait with you in your odd romance.

Lorenzo’s eyebrows raised as he read the poem, clearly surprised.     “ That’s.. the exact same fucking poem as mine ? ”     he said.     “ They’re exactly the same. What the hell ? ”

This had to be the stupidest shit to deal with. He groaned and slapped the paper down on the counter again, putting his face in his hands with a heavy sigh.

“Did I really get matched with two fucking lesbians?”