@babelbane
noé wasn’t going to lie: he had wondered why and how exactly he had come from paris to this place, but instead of delving too much upon a matter he seemingly couldn’t answer, he had simply taken it upon himself to explore everything. without limitations. without anyone to bother him and poke him and pick him up and drag him away. of course this had meant that he had more than once got himself so utterly lost that he hadn’t been home for days, but that was another matter entirely. he went where the buzz was. and right now the buzz seemed to be on the museum.
in itself the building was something straight out of a fantasy novel -- although paris was impressive it carried no places quite akin to this -- and noé could just tell there was so much adventuring to be done within it.
like for instance looking at all the fine paintings of art he had never truly understood the concept of but pretended to admire to not look like the odd one out. but one could only say so many sounds of “ooh”, and “ahh” before it became boring, so when he found something where he actually believed his forte lay in, noé was drawn in hook, line and sinker. the cooking area was fascinating to say the least, utensils aplenty and ingredients he could never have dreamed of seeing with his own eyes or had never even heard of in the first place.
with anticipation in his eyes he stepped nearer, examining one of the kitchen areas and every little part of it, automatically finding himself inclined to try. what could possibly go wrong? supposedly there were some kind of magical utensils that could enhance your ability, but noé had no need for such cheat methods. he was after all a masterful chef of his own ability. totally. it wasn’t even that hard. oil on the pan first, a bit of this, a dash of that and...
suddenly a strange scent entered the area. a familiar sweetness that he had longed for many times before but found himself having to abstain from indulging in for various reasons. it was the scent of blood and it wasn’t coming from the meat he was cooking. light red eyes went around the area and quickly lay rest on the familiar man. and in an instant a bountiful of different emotions took over his mind. joy of seeing someone he knew, relief for the same reason... and a deep sense of both absolute hatred and deep love that was rooted within him not by his own accord. he knew that much logically speaking, knew that the troubles he had had to push aside were yelling him in the face right now. but it was hard to push the emotions aside and greet that annoying face with fondness.
“vani...tas...” he called out inaudibly under his breath, a complicated expression visible on his face and had he not been wearing gloves right now his nails might have been digging into the skin of his palm to stop himself from rushing forth and sucker punch him into the next gallery. for various reasons that seemed like the best option to get rid of his emotions. where did they stand right now? they had no reason to fight as far as noé was convinced, not right here, not right now, but were vanitas also aware of that? probably. despite being the dumbest person in the universe, he was also the most cunning and clever man noé knew. surely he had noticed the change in scenery and was probably already aware of even more than noé was.
taking a sharp, deep breath, noé sterned his gaze and coral locked with bright blue as eye contact was made. this time, he put more force into his words, and simply repeated the name, loud enough for the other to hear, not caring if he would cause a scene. “vanitas.”