Diran Parisyan
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Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 15, 2010 21:49:40 GMT -5
Diran turned in a circle on his heel to follow the conversation with fascination. So many had come to hear his music, and it delighted him! And they were all so pretty, too! The red-eyed albino one, dressed like a gentleman, caught his interest particularly- there was something intriguing and mysterious about him. He pulled his gaze away from Gilbert when Antonio addressed him and gave another little bow.
"Ah-heh-heh... Thank you for your offer, but that really wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to accept. I don't play for money, I play for people." Adjusting his satchel on his shoulder, he realized that he had nowhere to stay. This was not good for him; he really hated to be imposing, but...
"Say, do you have a spare room?" He asked Antonio, who appeared to be the most welcoming and generous of the bunch. "I'm a newcomer, and I can't pay for lodgings for the whole time I'm planning to stay here. I really hate to ask..." His face flushed in embarrassment, which was thankfully not visible in the dark.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 16, 2010 1:59:05 GMT -5
Antonio's gaze shifted momentarily to the albino, finding the nickname highly amusing and oddly appropriate --even though his tomato purchasing had been delayed. It might have something to do with what he'd cooked for lunch today.
"Ah, no. It's quite alright, I've got it." He bent down to pick up the fallen mushrooms, carefully placing them back into his bag. This time, he made sure to close it before his attention returned to the conversation at hand.
"Gracias,Señorita. I will be glad to take you up on that offer soon."
About to come up with an invitation of his own, he opened his mouth to speak by was stopped but an abrupt question from the talented flute player. Suppose he was someone else, this 'other' Antonio would probably look affronted, or at least a little reluctant but 'my home is your home', as the saying went and he was certainly not another Antonio.
He chuckled jovially, "but the room needs some cleaning before we can render it usable. I hope you don't mind---we'll have to pass by for tomatoes though, before we go home." Muttering the last bit of his rather detached response, he drifted off and was only brought back to the present situation by something he'd forgotten to say.
"Oh and of course! You are welcome to stay, amigo. After all," Antonio smiled, "any house is too big for just one person."
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Diran Parisyan
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Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 18, 2010 21:11:24 GMT -5
'I like him best,' Diran thought, nodding gratefully to Antonio. And why not- friendly people were always likeable. He couldn't help but feel a part of him cringe, that part of him most likely being his pride, for needing someone again. Taking advantage of people's kindness was such a bad habit to get into. Too bad he had already developed it.
"շ'նորհակալ եմ, you are good to strangers, պարեգամ." He bowed again and took a step forward to grasp Antonio's hand, feeling the warmth through his gloves. "What is a tomato, just out of curiosity? Perhaps you will show me on the way to your home?"
His dark eyes bored into Antonio's, his face blank, expectant. The eyes weren't all that impressive, being rather dull in color, but the Spaniard was still as pretty as the others. He could get very used to so many pretty people, Diran caught himself thinking, and he blushed, suddenly bashful, though nobody else would know why; unless they were telepathic, obviously.
[Translations: "Thank you" and "friend."]
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 20, 2010 16:50:04 GMT -5
owo it feels like I'm taking a pet home~ --- If there was anybody easier to ask a favor from, it would have to be Antonio. Definitely him. For he knew not to refuse, under certain circumstances of course, he knew but it was a 'more often than not' case and he found no reason to say no --not that he bothered to check for any. It just wasn't like him to do so.
"I make it a point to be good to anybody I meet." He explained.
"Sometimes we only get to leave an impression on them once so might as well leave a good one, Si?"
Honestly, he was puzzled as to what the man was saying in between the words he understood but he decided not to question it, he did not have time to ponder over it either as some pressing matter had risen before he could.
Antonio looked alarmed, eyes widening a fraction.
"You do not know what tomates are?" He tried not to make it look incredulous not to know. Everybody was entitled to something they were not aware of. In fact, at this very moment, perhaps this Diran character knew of many things he did not himself.
(Much to his dismay) Tomatoes were not a universal figure, maybe.
"Then I must make it a priority to educate you, the almost perfect example of one, in fact." He smiled, making note of this but unaware of what it was about.
"Ah, but what about you three?" The Spaniard asked, turning to the regard the three with a concerned expression.
"We had all come here for the same reason, I cannot simply run off with that same reason, can I?"
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Mar 20, 2010 19:44:41 GMT -5
"Oh, you need not be concerned on our account," Roderich mentioned quickly, trying to catch Gilbert's attention with his eyes. "We were just passing by. I would not dare to presume..."
He had nothing against any of them there... except, perhaps, the rude young woman who seemed to also be taking her leave. But he didn't like the vibe Gilbert was giving toward that same young woman; besides, he knew his companion hated crowds of people. That, and the fact that she called him Ludwig... they had obviously met before, so why would he have given her a fake name? "Besides, we have purchases to make, don't we?" he hinted, doing everything but stepping on Gilbert's foot. "If you continue to play such beautiful music, I'm sure we shall meet again," he offered to the young flute player, truly regretful to leave him there.
"If you ever feel the need to play with someone talented, Diran, I tend to be here in the marketplace," he added as an afterthought. "Simply follow the sound of the only decent music in this uncultured city." Turning to Gilbert, he pushed his glasses higher on his nose. In a tone that was not so much a request as an order, he motioned with one hand. "Shall we go?" [/sub] ------------ orz Short reply is short. (backs out)
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on Mar 20, 2010 20:07:51 GMT -5
Everone seemed to be taking their leave now. It was only natural for Seraphine to take hers as well. She noticed that the brunette was already hinting to leave along with Ludwig. And just for now, she didn't even bother with them. She just listened to the conversation of Antonio and Diran. So Diran was looking for a place to stay? Before she could even make an offer, he had already asked Antonio. Well, as if the maids in her house would alone a stranger to stay in their house. What more if it was a man? She still couldn't believe that even as the mistress of a house, she was still being ran by her maids. Well, she was still childish in a way.
Still, that unwary feeling had changed. Taking a quick glance at Ludwig then back to Antonio and Diran, she felt that she had to leave for the night now. That's when she had just remembered that she just woke up somewhere close by! Seraphine wondered if the people in her house were starting to get worried just looking for her and where she could be.
"I would not want to interrupt, but I have to take my leave. So, is you would all excuse me..." Seraphine said as she was starting to walk towards the Residential District. She made her pace a bit faster than usual. But before completely disappearing from their sights, she turned around for a second and said "I'll look forward to that drink." She then turned around and left the people there to mingle to themselves for the while.
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Mar 20, 2010 21:49:26 GMT -5
"What do you mean the only decent music?" Gilbert called after Roderich in a mock-offended tone as he trailed after the brunette. "How can you not think my playing is awesome? You've heard it! I'm even better with the flute than I am violin--you can't say that isn't good! Roddy!" of course he wasn't truly upset, but he didn't let the opportunity to tease the brunette pass by without milking it first.
"I'm wounded, Roddy... Is my playing that bad to you? I thought my music was special." He pouted, throwing his arms around the brunette's waist when he finally caught up. His lips worked into a mocking grin, and he took only a moment to peer over his shoulder to wave in vague interest to the others who stood behind them. "Maybe I need to play for you again to remind you just how awesome I am~"
------------ Short response is even shorter. /stalksRoddy
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Diran Parisyan
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Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 21, 2010 0:17:08 GMT -5
Was not knowing what a tomato was really that important? Giving a sheepish smile up at the Spaniard, Diran shrugged a bit. The other seemed passionate about tomatoes, which he liked as well; people who were passionate about things were interesting. And, depending on what a tomato was, Antonio might prove to be very interesting to live with. Turning to the other three as they departed- the girl on her own and the two men together, the sight of the albino's arms around the musician's waist making him flush briefly- he dipped an invisible hat to them.
"Բարի իրիկօուն!" He called in his native tongue, giving a wave of farewell.
Then he turned his dark eyes onto his Spanish friend, letting a teasing gleam escape into them. "Perhaps now you can show me what a tomato is, and in the morning I can try to repay your kindness." Because that was how Diran flirted: by accident.
[Translation: "Good night!"]
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 21, 2010 5:57:03 GMT -5
"Adios!" He exclaimed after them with enthusiastic wave/flail of his arms.
Although he was still quite unsure about the rest of the little group that had meandered on over there to hear the man play, Antonio was quite eager to take him share his home with Diran. He focused his attention to his new house guest as the others left, forgetting about them now, almost entirely.
"Qué?" He blinked, nearly taken aback by the pseudo-promise.
Antonio knew better --knew how to carry himself when these sort of things were brought into conversation, at least, he knew how to take him the way he had taken things like that before, with a smile. But when somebody says now, that Antonio knew better, it was more of a Antonio should have known better, for this new character here had an unintended spark to him that fascinated the Spaniard.
He felt his brain's processing lag, but that wasn't saying much because for most things, his reaction is belated anyway.
"You've no need to repay me." He finally spoke, stepping out of his stupor but caught a glimpse of the gleam in his new friend's eyes, if only for a brief moment. Antonio could not be certain as to whether or not it had been there in the first place.
But he took his chances.
"If you would be so kind as to let me teach you then you'd have given me all the thanks I need." And in the heat of the moment, just as he started walking toward the direction of the stall where he was eyeing the good tomatoes, he turned back, urging Diran to follow --but only ended up falling back and tugging at the other via the wrist and a little bit of hand there.
"Perhaps, that is all that is needed, only for now, amigo." He said as an afterthought, catching the man's gaze before letting go again to pay attention to tomatoes before night fully claimed its reign over the city.
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Diran Parisyan
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Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 21, 2010 22:08:39 GMT -5
"Ah-heh, I insist that you allow me to make it up to you- if you don't let me, I shall have to be cross with you." Diran was teasing again, the glint returning, until Antonio decided to pull him along.
Oh, how easy it was to make him blush- the warmth of Antonio's hand on his own wrist made Diran flush like the tomatoes he'd never seen before. He let himself be tugged along, a genuine grin splitting out on his face for the first time in awhile. His thoughts drifted- what would Antonio's house be like? Would he have to sleep in the same room as Antonio; something he really wouldn't have minded, maybe actually enjoyed if he didn't feel so awkward about feeling that way.
"So, what does a tomato taste like?" He asked a bit breathily, his shorter legs stumbling as he tried to keep up.
Would they taste like the sun? He hoped they would, because he loved the sun, and if something could taste like the sun, he would love it as well. And that meant that Antonio had good taste, not that he didn't think the Spaniard had bad taste to begin with... Diran had to close his eyes while running- not advised- to push the rambling thoughts away.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 22, 2010 13:25:11 GMT -5
"Demanding one aren't you?" His reply was absentminded as he rifled through tomatoes one by one, checking to see for blemishes and holes before collecting it in a small bag to be put in the rucksack he carried around with him that contained all of his purchases.
He let his thoughts drift to what it would be like, having somebody live with him after so long. Surely, it would be different but Antonio could admit to anticipating that sort.
"The taste of a tomato..." he mused to himself, trying to find something to compare it to, but, as it turned out the tomato, in all it's juicy, sweet glory was nothing to be compared!
"Well...you will just have to wait and see." He winked, handing a few coins to the vendor, who nodded his 'your welcome' to him before turning to his new house guest.
"This is everything," he announced taking a step toward the nearby district and urging Diran to walk alongside him.
"Really, it surprises me that you've idea what a tomato is and yet your face turns red like one."
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Diran Parisyan
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Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 23, 2010 0:27:27 GMT -5
Diran peered curiously over the pile of bright red tomatoes in a cart, very obviously fascinated by the color, texture, and what it would taste like. If he didn't know better than to do so, he would have taken one and tried it then and there. His brow furrowed down to his normal spot as he watched Antonio leaf through them.
When the vendor was paid and Antonio was urging him to leave, he walked alongside the Spaniard, blushing again at the joke and inwardly cursing himself for it. How was it so easy? He never blushed when girls approached him, and rarely felt awkward when speaking with them. Diran wondered just exactly what that meant about his 'preferences' and cut himself off mid-thought because he didn't want to have to go there again.
"Well, bite me, if I look like a tomato to you," he muttered lamely, tossing his satchel over his shoulder. Not even after he said it did he realize that he had said one of those things that could be taken so many different ways... And so, he was able to walk rather casually next to his new friend on the way to the residential district.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 24, 2010 12:04:56 GMT -5
His house wasn't very far, which was a good thing because Antonio was starting to get impatient. He was a rather excitable person and though it might be awhile before he got used to certain (and sudden) changes around his household, he still was thankful that he wouldn't have to be alone for very long --and there would be another person to cook for too!
Extra utensils, plates he'd never really had to bring out before.
Oh, this was all happening so fast, he was beginning to get dizzy, though outwardly, nothing much had changed except for maybe the way his hands were clenching and unclenching around the strap of his rucksack.
"I'd appreciate it," he said casually, without any intent to the words, really, "if we save biting for when it is actually time to eat."
"although I am quite hungry, one of us might not benefit from your kind offer, should I take up on that one."
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