[bows politely, furrowing his brows.] I’m sorry for your loss. I didn’t mean to stir up any memories— I’d said the wrong name. [credibly apologetic] I meant Kuroiwa.
"It wasn't your fault. Not everyone really knew of his death, not even Rushe.." If only Fideo and other members of Orpheus had the courage to tell her.. "Wait, Kuriowa who now? I don't know anyone by that name." Head tilt, lips pursing in thought.
Lust: Tell us about your muse’s late night fantasies. Is there a particular person they have in mind? Details are loved.
Fideo's late night dreams usually consists of anything soccer related or past memories of when his mother was still alive. But as of lately, a certain dark skinned goalkeeper has been appearing in his dreams.
And usually those dreams are just of him and Fideo doing what couples usually do: go out on dates, watch scary movies etc etc.
This gay baby is way too innocent for anything dirty and sexual thank you. Unless you have the time to actually explain in full detail.
Greed: Name the one thing your muse would do absolutely anything for to obtain.
Pride: Say your muse makes a crazy career choice and becomes some kind of inventor. What will be the insane invention they are most proud of? Give it a name, tell us what it does and how it is supposed to help society. Alternatively, you can tell us about their worst invention instead.
Gluttony: Looks like that overindulgence was a little too much. How worried is your muse about their own figure and if they decide to change it; what will be their diet/training routine?
Wrath: Tell us about your muse’s temper. Is it a short or a long one? How do they control it (if they do) and what is the worst thing someone can do to make your muse lose it?
Sloth: A free day! Many of us need those. Tell us how your muse decides to spend this rare day. Will they laze? Or are they diligent as usual?
Envy: Everyone has a green eyed monster inside of them; but what is your muse’s? Is there anyone or anything your muse is particularly jealous of? Tell us what your muse is entirely envious of!
Lust: Tell us about your muse’s late night fantasies. Is there a particular person they have in mind? Details are loved.
Malice: Has your muse ever felt a desire to inflict harm onto another person? Tell us about it.
Falsehood: What would you say the worst lie your muse has ever told is?
Addiction: What’s the one thing in life that your muse just can’t let go of, not matter how hard they try?
Vanity: How much effort does your character put in their appearance? Do they care a lot? Think about daily morning routines, shopping habits and little beauty quirks.
Controlling: No one can control time, but if your muse could; what would be the one thing in the past they want to change?
Rogue: Dishonesty is apparent in many of us. So tell us, is there anything your muse is particularly ‘tsundere’ about?
Judgment: If you were to match your muse to any sin, which one would you choose and why? Feel free to pick any sins from the list above!
Purity: Free ask!
With special thanks to Lauren, Kashi and Tams who helped out with this week’s meme! Got any other brilliant ideas for Meme Sunday? Feel free to submit anything to our trusty inbox!
Solution: A solution is absolute, just like the truth! Your muse can only speak honestly for the next 5 hours, so let’s hope you don’t get any embarrassing questions! You can’t lie your way out of this one.
Waffles: Write a drabble about either of our muses making breakfast for the other.
Brownie: Looks like there was a little pot in those brilliant brownies, write about our muses having a ‘baked afternoon’ together!
S’mores: Write about our muses going camping and sitting near a bonfire.
Noodles: Write a drabble about our muses helping each other study. Better use those noodles of yours!
Eggs: Write about your muse getting pranked by mine and your muse getting them back for it! Anything is allowed in this war of pranks.
Doughnut: Write a drabble about your muse experiencing a certain emptiness in their life, even with people around them. Is it something that my muse can help with?
Smörgåsbord: Write a drabble about our muses opening a restaurant together. Alternatively: they could be working as just employees together in a restaurant instead.
Poptarts: Write about our muses having a lazy day, but adding a little bit of ‘flavour’ to it!
Hot Chocolate: Write a drabble about our muses going out for a drink. Whether it’s a normal café date or them going out for alcoholic drinks is up to you.
Peanuts: Write about our muses traveling to a far off place together via plane; complimentary peanuts and drink available.
Hershey Kisses: Write about our muse sharing a kiss together, whether it be direct or with the help of food!
Popcorn: Write a drabble about our muses going to see a movie together! (Asker decides what genre/movie!)
Hotdogs: Write about your muse getting a new addition to the family! How well do they deal with the idea of a pet dog?
Spreadable Cheese: They say cheese gives nightmares, but is that true? Write about your muse having a… naughty dream!
McDonalds: Write a drabble about our muses heavily re-evaluating their life choices and future dreams. Perhaps they need to talk about it together?
Banana Split: Oh no! We’re on the run! Gotta split! Write about our muses trying to evade the cops!
Special thanks to Shan, Lauren, Harlu, Bliv and Kashi for helping us out with this week’s meme! Got any other brilliant ideas for Meme Sunday? Feel free to submit to us anything here or our trusty inbox!
“That sounds nice, though.. going back home must have been really nice!” He couldn’t imagine himself going home, not yet. He’d made a promise with Daisuke that he’d come back different that he left, and he’d only just gotten here. Though, talking to his mentor and (grand)father figure did make him miss him a little bit, but how could Rococo face Daisuke the same as before after leaving to improve.
Taking in the sights from the entrance, Rococo couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement wash over him. He could only assume this is what a little kid felt in a toy shoppe or at a huge theme park; he felt very juvenile, but he couldn’t help it..
“I’m up for whatever you want to do..”
“Is there anything specifically you want to try? Or I suppose, that you don’t want to do?”
"H'm... How about we go to try one of those roller coasters?" He said excitedly before pausing, lips pursing for a moment. He turned his head towards the older, an eyebrow raised curiously. "Are you afraid of heights, Rococo?"
Though, being with Rococo was already making his heart rate go up, probably out of both nervousness and excitement.
"Shall we get going?" Almost hesitantly, Fideo intertwined his fingers with Rococo's, a small blush spreading across his face as he did. The warmth from Rococo's hand seeped into Fideo's and it was a pleasant, although he felt embarrassed for doing such a bold action.
He was relived that it didn’t look like he’d woken the other up or caught him off guard— Rococo was never sure of other’s wakeup times because he was always up before sunrise to run and practice around town to keep his form in shape even off-season.
Walking out the complex, the thought of offering his hand crossed his mind, but that was as far as it got. Why he even thought it, he wasn’t sure but luckily, the fair wasn’t far from the apartment. ”How was your holiday?” He’d only seen Fideo for a moment after Christmas, and while Rococo spent his day bundled up in the apartment, talking to Daisuke over the phone for x-amount of hours, he had a feeling Fideo may have done more, having his friends living with and right next door to him.
Approaching the entrance to the fair, Rococo turned to Fideo, ”What would you like to do first?”
"My holiday was good. I went back to Italy for a week to visit family and friends." Was his reply, entwining his hands behind his back as he inclined his head to send a smile at Rococo. Sure, visiting Italy had done him good but during that time, he had been thinking about Little Gigant captain, which caused Angelo to worry about him the whole time his stay there.
The sounds of the roller coasters and the sight of that fair was breath taking. It seemed as though each place did something different for fairs, which was rather refreshing.
"I'm not sure... How about we start off with something small? I wouldn't want you to get on a huge roller coaster."
Maybe going on the ferris wheel last will serve as an opportunity for the two to talk privately.
Is this a date? What is a date.. isn't it a fruit or a nut?
He’d heard of the festival/fair starting, and thought it’d be an interesting experience. Cotarl had festivals before, though, Rococo assumed this kind of thing was probably different than what was held back home… Not that he’d ever gotten a chance to participate at home during one either..
Standing outside of the Lilac apartments, he contemplated if randomly asking the brunette would be a good choice—especially after the last few things that seemed to have happened between them..
“I suppose no harm in trying..”
Politely knocking on the door to Rm2, the idea never crossed his mind as to what the dark haired other inhabitant would think if he opened the door instead of Fideo. Well, hopefully, he was out with their neighbor or perhaps Fideo would answer the door regardless. Either way, it’s not like the other was Fideo’s parent or anything; why should he care if he goes to the fair with Rococo or not?
Smiling as the door opened, revealing the brunette,
The news of the fair in town spread pretty quickly and Fideo wanted to go, not by himself of course, but he would've asked Gian and Marco to join him but, he decided not to drag them with him this time.
Not to mention Gian wasn't home when he woke up, which happened to be fairly later than he usually slept. Huh, he must have slept through his alarm this morning. With a nonchalant shrug, Fideo lazily got ready and dragged himself to the kitchen to get himself a cup of water.
Not even a note taped to the fridge. Oh well, not like it really mattered to Fideo.
Just as he was filling up his glass of water, the sound of someone knocking on the door caught his attention. At least he was dressed in some casual clothes instead of his pjs...
Setting the glass of water on the counter, he trotted to the door and unlocked it, opening it up to see the older male.
"I would love to!" He didn't have anything really better to do and going to the fair alone didn't sound as much fun, plus, Rococo had asked him. He wouldn't turn down something like this! "Let me go grab my wallet then we can head out."
Turning on his heel, he jogged to his room and grabbed his wallet and his copy of the apartment key, putting it into the safety of his inner pocket of his jacket.
Returning back, Fideo locked the door and turned to Rococo, "Shall we head off then?"
He’d been staring at the letter for a while now. The amount of times he’d reread it, he probably could recite, at least the English parts of it.. Something like this was completely new to him, and though since that day when he first noticed (well, was more so overcome by) these weird feelings, it seemed like a weird roller coaster (not that he’d been on one before, though, he knew what the saying meant) of events and emotions…
“I should go see him..”
Stuff like this is best discussed in person, right?
He's been stuck in his room ever since he sent that letter to Rococo via Dove air. Who knew that having a dove send a letter was much easier than finding a post office? Either way, Fideo laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling in deep thought. He didn't have Rococo's phone number (he wasn't sure if the older had a phone since he never asked) and besides, what would he even say over the phone? Probably nothing.
Rolling onto his side, Fideo sighed into his pillow, lips pursing into a pout.
❆Baby Please Come Home: Write a drabble about your muse missing mine for whatever reason.
The minute he even left the airport on the plane for the visit back to Italy, Fideo was already missing Rococo, the captain of Little Gigant.
Lately, the two had been hanging out with each other often, with Rococo either coming over to Fideo’s to watch movies and just chat or the two going out to the soccer field to practice. Just being in the company of the older was enough for Fideo.
And so, here he was, at Angelo’s house watching Italian christmas movies which would usually have Fideo watching intently but he was too distracted from thinking about Rococo and missing hanging out with the older.
Angelo, noticing his captain’s odd behavior, tugged at Fideo’s shirt, making Fideo blink and incline his head to look at the blonde, a questioning look on his face.
“C’è qualcosa che non va capitano?" Angelo posed the question, hesitant about it, as not to pry into anything too personal.
Thinking for a moment, Fideo wondered if he could tell Angelo. After a few more silent moments, (with the exceptional background noise of the movie) Fideo nodded his head, a small sigh leaving his lips.
With a slightly strained smile stretching his lips, he wrung his hands together, getting his thoughts together before answering the other, “Credo. Mi manca solo quello che mi piace in questo momento," he started out before pausing for a moment or two then continuing, "Mi chiedo quando posso confessare a lui correttamente. Io voglio, ma, non so come." The words he spoke had gotten softer with each word until it was barely above a whisper that Angelo had to lean in closer to the brunet to hear what he was saying.
Blinking, Angelo leaned back to think, humming thoughtfully before snapping his fingers, a grin appearing on his lips, making Fideo raise an eyebrow questioningly.
“Confessarsi da lui alla vigilia di Natale!" This made Fideo blink in surprise. Confess on Christmas eve? Wasn’t that too risky?
“Credo che …? Beh, ci proverò. Mi manca, però, mi tipo di desiderio è venuto con me in questo viaggio. Potrei gli ho mostrato tutti i posti più belli qui." He said, sighing as he ran a hand through locks of brown hair.
Angelo only grinned, “E ‘naturale per perdere quello che ti piace, o oserei dire, l’amore ~" The blond teased out, causing Fideo to flush red and send a weak glare to the other who was now grinning cheekily.
❆Silver Bells: Write a drabble of our muses having fun in the snow!
Fideo had went over to Rococo’s place, inviting the other out for a fun day in the snow that had gathered at the soccer field they always go to.
Upon arriving, Fideo ran down the hill to get to the field, only to trip and fall the rest of the way, getting snow stuck in his hair and Rococo raced after Fideo (careful not to trip, slip or fall on the way down), a worried expression on his face as he made his way to Fideo’s side, who was unmoving and looked rather lifeless.
Panicking, Rococo reached out hesitantly towards Fideo’s chest, wanting to check to see if there was a heart beat at least before his hand was promptly snatched and he could feel himself being tugged down. Before he knew it, Rococo was on his back with Fideo on top of him, the younger straddling his hips and grinning cheekily.
"Gotcha~" The Italian male crooned out, snickering softly when Rococo glared at him weakly.
"Don’t scare me like that!" He huffed out, gently pushing himself into a sitting position, Fideo still positioned on his lap.
With a roll of his eyes, Rococo playfully pushed Fideo off and into the snow, the Italian male giving a soft yelp at how cold the snow felt on his face.
With a pout, Fideo gathered up some snow and promptly dumped it on Rococo’s head, earning a squeal of surprise and a glare.
Grinning cheekily again, Fideo bolted away, Rococo running after him with a pile of snow in his own hands.
"Get back here Fideo and take it like a man!"
"You’ll never catch me!"
Laughter filled the air as the cat and mouse chase lasted for ten minutes before the two flopped down into the cold snow in exhaustion from running around, both of there noses red from the cold.
Fideo turned to Rococo, smiling. “Let’s go to my house to warm up and watch some Christmas movies!”
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