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❝No, that's my candy, so only I can have it.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#a10d17 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8c8987】
|| Till The Day we Die || Pagan Fury ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#a10d17 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8c8987】
|| Till The Day we Die || Pagan Fury ||
Poor Riven, always out of the loop. "If there's anything you want to know, just ask me and I'll probably tell you." Dominic told Riven, since he knew what it was like to know nothing and have no one be willing to tell you anything. "You can ask me too you know." Vi's voice came out in a lazy drawl. It was chilly out, but it was always cold so it wasn't as if she cared one way or another. The snow was an enemy both sides of the war would have to deal with. "Though I guess once she tried to ask but I couldn't hear because the bikes were so loud." She winced, remembering the roar of the engines of that day. It was embarrassing, really.
Riven's story was interesting. In the end there was no way to know one way or another, but it was nice to think that they were one and the same, yet another attempt at a girl to ascend to becoming the Goddess. Of course Irina Shoku was not that girl from centuries in the past, but maybe they were a part of the same mythology. Vi put aside the complicated thoughts because Flan was here, waiting for her to consume! "This is so good! Here, have a bite!" She took the fork she already ate from and stabbed it in, taking a forkful of the almost pudding susbtance known as flan, shoving it into Riven's mouth. A fake blush rose on her cheeks and she grinned. "Wow, how naughty, that was an indirect kiss! You're so bold, Rivie!" Did she play around too much? Maybe... but Vi felt she was allowed to, given her circumstances.
"Let's share the box of macaroons together." The napoleon was a nice choice of course, looking quite scrumptious. Sadly, it wasn't as good as her flan, the subtly sweet savory pudding custard that looked almost like a pancake, there wasn't quite a sweet like flan. "Hey." Dominic put his hand over Riven's shoulder, moving gently for a shoulder pat, slow enough so as not to startle her just in case. "I know your position sucks, but I hope despite that, you and I can be friends." Viola stuck her tongue out yet again. "Riven barely ever calls me a friend, sheesh!"
After the visit to the pastry shop, showing off one of the delights France was so famous for, it was time for another way to waste the time away. "I have tickets to a show." After the Third Impact in London, the local Parisian theater became more popular, gaining more traffic and business. "It's Broadway. An old musical, but they'll be doing Hamilton." Oh, right, Riven probably didn't know what a broadway was. "They're like live theater performances with lots of songs." Vi explained to Riven's benefit. "It's real life actors, so it'll probably be more your style." Would she say yes?