sirenspull_logs | [OPEN] Look in front of you NOW. Do you have a waffle?

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[OPEN] Look in front of you NOW. Do you have a waffle?

Who: Replica Riku, AKA: Joe Fieldman ....and OPEN to everybody!
When: Wednesday, 1pm
Where: Brinners, in the Underground Mall Food Court
Summary: It's Wacky Waffle Wednesday, and who can turn down food that just costs a buck, and comes with all the toppings you want?
Warnings: This could get unreasonably silly.

Joe Fieldman didn't always know a great deal when he saw one.

But waffles-for-a-dollar with a loaded waffle bar included? Sounded like a great deal. Enough to make a trek down to the mall for them, anyway, and loudly inform his whole apartment, if anyone felt like tagging along.

Of course, the trouble with great deals, especially when they were announced over the public newsfeed, was that a lot of other people seemed just as eager to take advantage of them.

So Just-a-Buck waffles turned out to be over a fifteen minute wait, and by that time Joe had seen so many people pass by with Tantalus Torture piles of whipped cream and strawberry syrup and chocolate chips and sliced peaches and sausage gravy that he decided to buy himself a stack of about <i>eight</i>.

Luckily, he's brought along a old half-forgotten journal he'd found underneath his bed last week (Ciel Phantomhive had managed to make him so self-conscious about the state of his bedroom that he'd actually decided to give it a clean) to amuse himself. He couldn't for the life of him remember where or who he'd gotten it from (Christmas before last, maybe? Or for a 'birthday'?), but it came with all sorts of entertaining instructions for what to do with the pages, and so he went about doodling bubbles and poking pencil holes, dog-earing pages and blackening the edges while he waited to aquire some food to stain the stain log with.

Okay, so it was slightly immature. So were overly-loaded waffles, but plenty of people seemed to be perfectly fine with partaking.

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Frau was sorely tempted to plant his fist on the top of Joe's head in response to that. Did he look like someone's mother? Hell no. Pretty much everyone considered him a bad influence too, so nobody would even allow him to get close to "parenting."

He did, however, catch the glance Joe sent the girl's way and couldn't help smiling slightly. Teenagers. Too cute. Instead of commenting on either one though he just focused on the last question.

"No. I don't do dairy."

Roxas had been gaping, mouth slightly open but not so much that Frau could see the chewed waffle in his mouth (ew) and he hastily closed it when the newcomer spoke again. Manners, boy.

"You should," he said after swallowing. "Or try some of that sorbet stuff, I heard it doesn't have milk in it."

There had do be something that would work for him. It was ice cream after all.

Doesn't do dairy? Joe blinked- trying to imagine life without processed cheese, or the rare mornings before he went to bed and Namine left for school, without stirring her strawberry milk for breakfast, and chocolate for himself.

He gape probably wasn't quite as scandalized as his best friend's, however.

"Sorbet's not half as good as ice cream." he shook his head, tsking softly.

Frau still ate some cheese and other things that weren't overly milky. It wasn't that he couldn't drink it, he just didn't like it. Which he always rubbed in with Teito since Frau was over six feet tall.

"Never heard of it."

Though he'd be willing to try. First things first though. Frau turned his eyes on Roxas.

"We haven't met before. I'm Frau."

He left off the bishop part, though all of them could probably tell he was somehow related to the church considering his cross pendant was visible on his chest.

"I'm Roxas." And he didn't actually notice the church affiliation, but then he hadn't paid much attention to that sort of thing in general. All worlds had their own beliefs, and that was fine, he figured.

"Joe's right, though." He pointed his fork at his friend. "Sorbet's all right if you really can't have dairy—are you allergic or something? But ice cream's the best."

Not just for friendship, either. Ice cream was really good. But mostly for friendship.

"He's my roommate." Joe interjected, once realizing that he had some kind of bridging role to play in introductions.

"...and my best friend." A necessary addition to clarify, that they were more than just people who tolerated each other for living space.

Then he turned his eyes across the table with an even fonder smile at the girl, the kind of mooning one that also anxiously requested silent permission, because he wasn't sure if he should say it without her okay to a stranger.

"And this is Namine." My girlfriend?

"No. I just don't like it."

Frau shrugs. He's never been bothered by what other people think of him, so if Roxas and Joe are stunned with his views on ice cream, Frau doesn't care all that much. He's faced a hell of a lot worse at home from the other bishops.

"Ah, gotcha."

No nice to meet you or anything like that. That's not Frau. He does, however, pin Namine with the "girlfriend" label himself, or at least the "Joe wants her to be his girlfriend if he knows what that means" label.

She's been sitting quiet, munching quietly on her waffle and listening. Admittedly, she wasn't too blown away by Frau's disliking ice cream. As much as she loved the frozen treat, it was someone else's sacred tradition that she just sort of joined in with. "That fair enough."

She nodded her head a little at the introduction, oblivious to Joe's silent confirmation of their relationship status. Namine's seen other girls introduce themselves as a girlfriend, but she isn't sure if she really should, despite their dates and time spent together (and the few kisses that they have shared).

"Nice to meet you. I'm also one of Joe's roommates."

"She lives in the same apartment as us!" Joe adds quickly, interjecting to quickly rule out any sort of stern looks or knowing winks born of two dating teenagers also living together. So he jumps on the clarification unnecessarily, with a deeper flush. "But she shares her room with Xion, so it's not really roommates, it's more like apartment...mates?"

He grins sheepishly, realizing he probably didn't need to explain it any further, and that he's only really digging himself deeper into awkwardness.

Time for a sharp heelturn of a subject change.

"So what kind of snacks do you like, then?"

Roxas watched the back-and-forth with an increasing amount of awkwardness. To solve the issue of whether he should say anything or what or when he should say it, he shoved a large forkful of waffle into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully for a while.

Did it really make a difference where they all lived, specifically? He'd always lived with people he knew, even back in the Organization, so it hadn't seemed weird to him that Joe and Namine dated and lived in the same apartment. Of course, the castle had been bigger.

Anyway. He swallowed and waited to hear Frau's reply.

Oh Joe had dug himself a very big hole. If there was one thing Frau was incredibly good at it was teasing, especially when it related to girls.

"Oh you are, are you?"

The smirk was there and very obvious. Were it anyone else, he would have gone so much father than that. For Namine's sake though, he just left it at skimming the surface. Instead he changed to Joe's question.

"Depends if you mean here or at home. Here, meat."

Joe seemed torn between smirking and declaring that We Are with pride, or going red in the ears and staring down at his oozing waffles to avoid Namine's eyes.

"Any kind of meat? What about at home? What's your world like- you said once, you told me that people had air gliders?"

Joe's quick explanation and Frau's teasing does put a faint blush on her cheeks. She hasn't been teased by others over her relationship status, but there's something in the man's tone that makes her pink and stare at her waffles again.

She'll just remain quiet and enjoy the conversation for now (and maybe avoid anymore teasing).

Roxas shrugged, not too impressed by the suggestion of meat as a snack. Eh.

"Jerky's all right," he said, twirling his fork between his fingers idly. "And burgers and stuffed. But those aren't really snacks. Plus you can't really share a piece of jerky together with friends, can you?"

That was the most important part, as far as Roxas was concerned.

"Sure any kind. Can't eat it at home unless you're being really careful and keep it hidden. Wouldn't have anyone I really want to share meals with anyway besides the brat, and it's more forcing him to eat."

Frau shrugged. Even then he got caught sometimes, but it never really bothered him.

"At home we have candy flowers a lot."

Snacks weren't really something Frau had a lot. Meals were served cafeteria style at the church. The bell called you to meals, and you ate.

"Yeah, hawkziles. They're kind of like the things that were in the news. Or at least the closest thing I've seen here."

"You can't eat meat?" Now that's a scandalous travesty!

"Instead they expect you to eat candy flowers?" How girly. Or like Marluxia- which made Joe cast a very wary glance of knowing across the table.

"You know what I thought, when I saw that ad? My buddy Tim's invented Zoomers that were just like those, and Violet Systems put them out months ago." Joe frowned, a little bit indignant for his friend's hovercraft having ever made the front page of any news.

"But I guess Newcomer inventions are tough to just take off and be really popular, until some local come up with a knock-off. I bet Hawkziles are really cool too, though."

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"Everyone at the church is a vegetarian. It's a rule for a bishop."

Frau shrugged, though really it pissed him off. He cheated quite a bit though.

"Yeah, Lab makes them. They're good. I've never met anyone who makes better tea or has more connection to plants either."

He snagged an empty chair from a nearby table and dropped down in it.

"Seems to be pretty normal in this place."

"Oh." Roxas blinked, then shrugged. He knew little enough about church and even less about being a bishop. That kind of rule didn't make much sense to him, but who was he to tell them what to do?

"Normal enough," he said after a minute. "But things don't always stay normal for long around here."

"A rule..." This seemed to puzzle Joe a bit too. It seemed like a strange rule. Was it like those people with the pass-out flyers about how eating meat was terrible for farm animals, which made you feel guilty until the next time a big plate of hot wings was carried past, or Maya Fey invited you out for burgers? "It's gotta be lousy to be a bishop then, huh?"

Nope. Joe Fieldman would make a terrible vegetarian. But Roxas could probably do it. Roxas could probably just live on Ice Cream, if he tried.

"Hey Roxas." He turned to his friend, come to think of it- "When we used to get the free food boxes from the pantry at Jonova Church, back when Yazoo and Kadaj- ...they had meat, didn't they? The soup cans and tuna and stuff? And those cans of little 'vienna sausages', we used to put in the mac n' cheese?"

"(This is about as normal as it gets, isn't it?)"

Frau shrugged. It's not like he overly enjoys being a bishop. It's just where he belongs.

"No, it's not very fun most of the time. At least not if you're following the rules of the church."

Of course going after kor and getting a chance to fly the church's hawkziles is very fun.

"It's probably just a Barsburg thing."

"Yeah, they did," he confirmed. He'd liked those little sausages. They'd be gross to put in the ice cream maker, but they'd made pretty good snacks.

"So how come you do it if you don't like it?" he asked Frau. "Why stay a bishop?"

He didn't like every single part of running Kahve, but he still liked the whole package. Otherwise he wouldn't do it.

"He's right," Joe nodded avidly, glancing sideways at Roxas and grinning crookedly at his bravery as a deserter. Now if only they could get Axel and Demyx out of Xino E. Mao. "You could just quit, and eat all the meat you wanted?"

"In a world like this though, I guess it's a chance to do anything you want. That's one thing lots of people who hate it here should take more advantage of."

"The rules, mass."

Frau looked particularly disgusted over the whole "mass" thing, and it was incredibly annoying to him. He tried to avoid it at all costs but usually ended up failing. Even with everything there that he hated, he couldn't leave the church. Being a bishop was who he was, and it was where he belonged. He couldn't really explain the true reason though. The fact that he was one of the seven ghosts, the guardians of the people that the church protected in a hidden crypt.

"It's where I belong. I could never leave."

What was mass? Roxas opened his mouth to ask, then thought better of it. He could always look that up later.

And what Frau said after a moment resonated more. "I get that," he said, looking down at his hands. "Then you shouldn't leave. If you find a place where you really belong, no matter what...then you should hang onto it. You're lucky."

Joe glanced quickly at Roxas, shrugging, seeming equally puzzled. He'd sat in on Jonova Church meetings only only before deciding it was too creepy, everyone droning the same lines together all at once, sitting and standing and kneeling and holding their hands strangely.

"You could say that about any home world though- but here we are. if you don't like how it is, then I think you should leave it. Maybe you could belong someplace better. There's so much else to see an try, than living a life with a tone of rules."

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