On The Slow Path

Lovino Vargas 24 Store Clerk [[Dependent rp blog for Fatedtalia Mun and Muse are both 20+]]

[antiithetical-deactivated201407]

ｒａｉｎｙ ｄａｙｓ － ｌｏｖｉｎｏ ＋ ａｌｆｒｅｄ

[antiithetical-deactivated201407]

{ ☆ } — “I doubt I’d ever be able to catch a super badass disease worth skipping school, so…” He allowed his sentence to trail off, getting drowned out in the sound of the droplets colliding against the cobblestone. Alfred decided to finish his response with a slight shrug of his somewhat bony shoulders. Contrary to popular belief, despite the fact that he tried to do exercise every day, he wasn’t your stereotypical muscled man.

Alfred nodded when the other spoke again, grinning a bit. “Yeah, pretty much.” He answered, the sarcasm flying right over his oblivious head. “But it really is different; I hate watching the rain from the inside. Or, would you prefer watching your favourite band on television rather than attending one of their concerts?”

[pomodoridimenticati]

"'Super badass disease'?" Lovino echoed as he studied the other one for a long moment. He didn't even know what to say to that, only that he was now thinking that the other was really insane. He pursed his lips for a moment as he tilted his head to the side for a moment. 

"I...." Lovino frowned at the question, shaking his head. Seriously? "I would think that those two things have nothing to do with each other...." The Italian commented as his head bobbed up and down for a moment. 

[pomodoridimenticati]

ooc

Going to reply and then write an open

If anyone wants to plot, let me know

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Quiet Evening || Open

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Tiia shrugged, a relaxed look on her face. She was enjoying taking with Lovino. It was nice to have someone to just talk to. “I probably do. And then one day, someone’ll find themselves in one of my books and we’ll no for sure,” She said with a small laugh. She could just imagine that situation. She was sure one day she would get a call saying she’d put someone in her book, oops! And the best part, the person would most likely have no idea who she was or how the character could be so like them. They’d be so confused!

"Ah, but you never know either way. Sure, it could be really popular, but it could also do horribly. And isn’t it better to have a back up plan just and case? It’s not like I don’t love my job," Tiia said with another shrug. "Course, those are just my opinions." As she walked, she tilted her head up towards the sun. She smiled as warm light shined on her. She did this a lot, especially in the winter time. Though she didn’t mind the cold, it was nice to have something to remind her of summer every once and awhile.

[pomodoridimenticati]

He nodded, chuckling a bit. "That's really the only way to tell. Someone reading it first hand." He paused for a moment. "But you know, there will be someone that will enjoy it. Some people might not enjoy it but there's always gonna be someone who will find it and love it." He told her, tilting his head a bit as he glanced back at her. 

Lovino wasn't a writer or an expert in the field but he knew that there were always going to be people who enjoyed a book but who also didn't like it and even if it appeared most didn't like it there was always going to be someone that liked it. He chuckled. "Just like these are my own opinions as well and a backup plan never hurt anyone..." He commented. 

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Quiet Evening || Open

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Tiia had a far off look on her face as she smiled. She was thinking about her work. “It is. It’s wonderful. Of course, so is writing,” She added. She was now starting to think about writing and Lovino’s questions. Did she? She normally asked because she was interested and wanted to know about people. But did she also ask subconsciously for her stories? She did do a lot of things unconsciously… Unsure, she shrugged.

"Maybe, well not consciously at least. Possibly subconsciously. I mean, everything seems to inspire me," Tiia said. "Actually though, I did move here for inspiration with the myth and all," She said with a small laugh. "Oh, and I would like to do a lot with writing, want it to be my job, I guess. Not necessarily my only job though. I still love animals and the job I have now. And you never know if a book doesn’t sell or something," Tiia answered.

[pomodoridimenticati]

Lovino only nodded his head as he walked along with her. He blinked, eyes drifting over to the young woman once more. He closed his eyes for a moment, a small smile appearing on his lips. It must've been nice, having something to be good at. He watched her shrug, raising an eyebrow at the motion. 

"Well, even if you're not doing it consciously maybe there's some part of your brain that's doing it for you. Trying to make sure that you get all this information to store some place and perhaps someday use." He said, glancing over to look at Tiia once more. He shrugged. "You never know. It could be a popular one though."

[pomodoridimenticati]

Spill the beans!

Eh

There are certain movies I can’t watch without sleeping with the light on after. 

[antiithetical-deactivated201407]

ｒａｉｎｙ ｄａｙｓ － ｌｏｖｉｎｏ ＋ ａｌｆｒｅｄ

[antiithetical-deactivated201407]

{ ☆ } — “I'm pretty sure I'll get a cold, since my ass is freezing because of the wet cobblestone, but I don't really mind. Besides, a cold is always a good excuse to avoid both work and school.” Alfred spoke, not quite udnerstanding why the brunet seemed to be rather surprised by his behaviour— in his mind, his reasoning was beyond normal!

The American only looked curiously at the other, as if he were a brand new animal at the local zoo. He hadn’ treally seen him around town, he realised. Maybe that was because he was most of time either wearing an apron at the café or hunched over thick law textbooks and subsequently didn’t spend much time outside, but that was a tory for another time.

“I feel at peace like this," He then added. "Well, of course I’d be much better if I had a cheeseburger and a comic in my hands, or something, but I like watching the rain fall. And not behind a window, ‘cause it’s not the same like that, you know."

[pomodoridimenticati]

Lovino snorted as soon as the other mentioned that his ass was freezing. There were too many comments that were popping into his head that he could say at that very moment. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Save it for something far more severe than a stupid cold." He commented, a frown on his lips as he shook his head. 

The brunette studied the other man for a long moment. The line tightening on his lips as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His hand passed his umbrella from the right to the left, giving the other a break as he stood there watching. 

"You feel at peace with your ass freezing then?" He commented, head falling to the side a bit as he watched the other. Lovino's head tilted up as he watched the rain fall from above and looked down at the other. "I suppose it's not the same, but I'd rather be inside than out here, but whatever floats your weird little boat."

[omg-memes-deactivated20200405]

Send me 'Spill The Beans' and my muse will confess an embarrassing/awkward/personal secret about themselves.

[pomodoridimenticati]

Wheee, okay. My birthday yesterday was alright and I certainly feel better. 

c: I'll be replying tonight after a bath.

If anyone wants to plot, send me a message c:

[pomodoridimenticati]

ooc

I probably won't reply to messages and things til Wednesday.....

[antiithetical-deactivated201407]

ｒａｉｎｙ ｄａｙｓ － ｌｏｖｉｎｏ ＋ ａｌｆｒｅｄ

[antiithetical-deactivated201407]

{ ☆ } — Rather lost in his thought, it took the American a couple seconds to snap back to the present and shake his head quickly, as if to reactivate the gears in his brain. “Um, yeah. I’m fine. I probably won’t be tomorrow because of the horrible cold I’ll get, but, y’know.” He answered, somewhat awkwardly, mentally cursing the part of his mind that corresponded to to language.

“I just… Like the rain.” Alfred said in way of explaining, a slight shrug of his still-dry yet cold to the bone shoulders accompanying his words. He wasn’t precisely sure why anyone would approach him. It wasn’t that weird to be sitting down on the ground while drizzle fell… Well, maybe it was a tad strange. In his defence, however, he’d sat down before it started, and just by mere coincidence had brought an umbrella along. Yeah, mere coincidence…

“I'm alright, dude. You don't really have to worry.” The blond spoke, the small smile present on his face acting a dismissive gesture. Alfred couldn't help but wonder why everyone around seemed to be desperate to get rid of the rain— Didn't it make them happy…? Perhaps they didn't have any good memories of it, like he himself did, he guessed.

[pomodoridimenticati]

Lovino stood there staring at the other man. He wasn't sure if he had heard him or if he was just choosing to ignore him while he sat there in the rain. He stared down at the man for a bit longer before he finally answered. He sighed, standing up right, getting an answer. 

"I like the rain as much as the next person but I don't sit in it." Lovino commented flatly as he looked at the man before him. He didn't know what kind of person just sat there in the rain. He knew sometimes kids would do it but their parents would pull them inside but he had never seen a grown person do it. 

"Are you sure?" He said, tilting his head to the side frowning. "You might get sick or something...." He let out a sigh, shaking his head, pursing his lips together. 

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Quiet Evening || Open

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

"That’s sounds like it could be pretty cool and interesting actually. Me? I’m a vet tech at the local animal clinic," Tiia said with a grin stretching most of her face.  She loved her job. There was nothing better than seeing adorable animals all day long. Realizing that she she was now starting to giggle and grin even more, she covered her mouth with her hand. She had now been smiling so much her mouth started to hurt. Still she smiled and her eyes gleamed. “Ah, I’m sorry. I just love animals. They’re just … too cute!”

Remembering what else she did, Tiia’s hand flew from her face. Though she was still happy, her silly face was gone. Her mouth was open even before she started talking in realization. “Oh! I also write in my spare time! Though I guess that’s not really a job. At least, not yet,” She shrugged. She hoped one day she’d actually become famous or something. But in the meantime, Tiia was fine with just writing. It was one of her favorite things after all.

[pomodoridimenticati]

"You are?" He said, blinking once and giving her a small smile. "That actually sounds like a very rewarding job. I mean, you get to see animals and make them better." He looked up for a moment, glancing over at her and shaking his head. "You don't need to apologize. I understand where you're coming from. Animals are very....well, cute."

"You do?" He blinked, nodding a bit. "Is that why you ask people things? To use them in a story or something...?" He asked curiously. "Not yet, but are you working on it trying to become your full time job?"

[pomodoridimenticati]

ooc

going to reply tonight after our dinner

[redscullyrevival]

[pomodoridimenticati]

Recite a poem.

Read the first page to one of your favorite books.

Read the little blurb on the back of your shampoo bottle.

Do a tongue-twister.

Say something in a different language. 

Share an anecdote.

Do the rains in Spain stay mainly on the plains?

Summarize the last film/TV episode you watched.

Let us hear your ringtone and text message sound.

Tell a joke. 

What did you have to eat today? 

Talk about something that really scares you.

Talk about something that makes you happy.

What is your favorite word?

What is your least favorite word?

What turns you on?

What turns you off?

What sound or noise do you love?

What sound or noise do you hate?

What is your favorite curse word?

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

What profession would you not like to do?

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

If you’re brave enough, singing us a little song.

[pomodoridimenticati]

ooc

[pokes everyone]

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Quiet Evening || Open

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Tiia blushed, still embarrassed. “Ahh, yeah I kind of do. I’m just like that a lot. I forget things like that. Forget I don’t know someone and act like I do,” She said. As she talked, she looked down at the ground and rubbed the back of her neck. Her mouth was open like she was going to say something but became too shocked.

She could be pretty forgetful and excitable sometimes. She also had a tendency of speaking without really thinking. That made her often end up in situations like this. Speaking again, she looked back up at Lovino. “So, what do you do here?” She asked, trying to get away topic that she’d screwed up on and she figured this was a good one. Really, how much could she mess up on?

[pomodoridimenticati]

Lovino didn't say anything, watching the young woman for a  couple of moments. "Oh, I suppose that's not a bad thing. Sometimes if you meet someone else like that you two might become friends quickly." He shrugged his shoulders as he watched her. 

"What do I do?" He questioned, looking up in thought for a moment. "Well, right now I work part time at a store. That's it. It's noting too special, just working in a store. What about you?"

[antiithetical-deactivated201407]

ｒａｉｎｙ ｄａｙｓ － ｌｏｖｉｎｏ ＋ ａｌｆｒｅｄ

{ ☆ } — And he sighed, because according to movies, it’s times like those when you sigh. Good ol’ telly never lied, right?

Alfred F. Jones had always preferred the days in which he would find the sun shining up high, despite how he would complain to the nearest being— Sometimes it would be to one of his friends; some other times it would be to a tree —about how the sun burned his skin. Afterwards he would say that he didn’t care, because it gave him a nice tan. But, even though sunny days made him feel rather warm inside, he had always had a thing for rainy days, as well.

He supposed it was because the smell of the cold dirt brought memories from so long ago they seemed to be from another lifetime to the surface of his thoughts; they were’t coherent memories, however. Alfred only knew that the rain reminded him of better times, and that was enough.

Long story short, that was what had brought him to where he currently was— Sitting down on the cold, wet cobblestone in front of a flower bush. only guarded by a an old checkered umbrella and a light sweatshirt. He watched the people pass by in a blur, apparently wnting to be anywhere else but out in the rain. Not him, though; he found himself to be rather content.

[pomodoridimenticati]

The Italian stared out the window for a long couple of moments. He watched as the rain came down, wondering if it was even worth it to even go outside. He didn't have to work and didn't know what the point of going out would be just to get wet. Well, except for he did have to do a bit of shopping. 

Lovino walked slowly in the rain. There were people dashing about here and there and the Italian wanted to be on the safe side since the other day and almost getting hit from crazy drivers. He watched people go back and forth, trying to stay as dry as possible. The rain wasn't even coming down hard or anything, he didn't see the need to keep dashing from the rain. 

As he walked, he found something peculiar. Someone sitting there on the cold, wet ground. He blinked once, then again as he started at the person. He glanced around, no one seemed notice other than himself, or if they did, they just kept passing by. The Italian took a few more steps over to him carefully. "Um, are you alright...? Yo do know it's raining, right?"

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Quiet Evening || Open

[myths-and-a-red-string-deactiva]

Tiia shrugged and looked down at the ground. She was embarrassed she’d questioned that. Just because you left to get away from people doesn’t mean everyone else did too, She thought. Shuffling her feet and probably blushing from embarrassment, she looked up him. “I’m sorry about that. I just thought something happened or there was something you didn’t like. I totally understand wanting live somewhere else after living in one place for so long,” She apologized.

At this point, Tiia realized that this might not be the best subject to talk about. While she didn’t mind talking about her home, some people might. She just should have realized that sooner. Wanting to change the topic, she started talking again. “Anyways, I don’t believe I ever got your name.” Though she said that in order to learn the guy’s name, she didn’t make it sound like a question. She said it like a normal statement. “My name’s Tiia and I’d like to formally introduce myself.”

[pomodoridimenticati]

"Well," the Italian paused in thought. "I suppose there were some things I didn't like about it. I didn't really care much for family and I know I didn't like in Naples. I mean, it was lovely, yes, but there was just too much going on there." He sighed, shaking his head. "I didn't move as an escape though, I moved because while I really like the culture there, I felt like there was more going on elsewhere." He shook his head. "You don't need to apologize..."

He studied her for a long moment. "Oh, my name? It's Lovino, it's nice to meet you, Tiia." He said, giving her a small smile. "Do you normally like to talk to people about why they're here before introducing yourself?" He asked as he watched her.