#roman 01.

[jazz-quinn]

“Do you know about the coffee in the plants?” It’s an incredibly blunt question and Jazz likes Laila, but she’d painted a picture that this Roman, the man she assumes is behind the counter now, liked his plants. She thinks she knows why, the aura rolling off of him, he’s a witch, she figures that with all the plants, he’s like her, has an affinity for them. It’d be a crime to the poor ficus on the counter to not mention it’s mistreatment. @romxnambrose​

[yotou-blog]

@arsnova; event sc.

Fussing his chopsticks around in the bowl, Ryoma was trying to fish out an appetizing-looking seaweed wafer from his ramen. It didn’t take this much work to make sure he grabbed noodle with it too, what gives?

“I’ve heard this place is pretty good, I just haven’t had a chance to get out here with studies and whatnot, so thanks for the excuse,” He and the doctor had been having these meet-ups for some time now, but this semester sure felt harsh enough that between all his academic and extracurricular obligations he wasn’t as flexible with his schedule. It made meeting up with people with stable professional jobs tougher than it should’ve been, honestly. “It’s been a while--how’s the thing in the sewers that you were talkin’ about before going?” 

Finally, he got the chunk he wanted with a suitable amount of noodle. Not wanting to linger on it too much, he quickly dropped the contents into his mouth.