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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 3, 2008 12:06:17 GMT -5
"Italian place," Rogue said. "I'm hopin' we'll find one, soon. And you can try spaghetti."
They walked about half a block more, and Rogue nodded in satisfaction.
"This looks good," she said. The place had red-checked tablecloths but didn't look too pricey. "What do you think?"
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 3, 2008 23:44:36 GMT -5
Jack looked up at the little building, reading the name of the place in a soft mumble before his face lit up like a little boy's, and he nodded excitedly.
"It sounds wonderful!" exclaimed Jack, squeezing Rogue's fingers. He was already bouncing a bit on his feet, wanting to go inside. Though he was still upset about the "fake" scares and whatnot, his love for humans had not diminished, and he was anxious to try partaking in their culture - and the smells coming out were so delightful, he took a comically deep breath to try to get them all in at once. "And it smells delicious!"
Flicking out his tongue, it would be the first indication of his bizarre heritage - as it had been in Halloweentown, Jack's tongue was completely black. With it, he openly licked his lips in anticipation of his foray into human food.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 4, 2008 10:24:45 GMT -5
Rogue stared. She couldn't help it. She'd seen dogs with black tongues before, but not people. But then she recalled herself, remembered she didn't like being stared at, and pulled him into the restaurant.
They were seated quickly, despite their odd clothing, and Rogue ordered some garlic bread to start as the waiter handed them each a menu.
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 4, 2008 20:33:27 GMT -5
"Oooh!" was the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he was seated and pouring over the menu. Everything looked so good, and every time a waiter walked past their table, Jack rubbernecked and leaned as far as his balance on the tilting chair allowed.
"It all smells so good... what do you recommend?" he asked in a stage whisper, leaning over the little table to see her menu, as if he could tell what she was looking at.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 5, 2008 11:28:53 GMT -5
Rogue laughed. "You wanted spaghetti, right? That's good. Basically, with pasta, you have all sorts of shapes: the stringy kind, or in little tubes, or bowties, or filled with meat or cheese like ravioli. And then you've got sauce: tomato, with or without meat, or alfredo which is white and cheesy, or sometimes they use other things. If you really haven't had any of it at all, you can probably start anywhere."
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 6, 2008 19:09:23 GMT -5
Nodding eagerly, the former-skeleton grinned and decided on something that sounded delicious, turning to their waiter when he arrived and ordering a big bowl of spaghetti with the red meat sauce.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 7, 2008 13:58:46 GMT -5
Rogue ordered the same, but with marinara. She was considering becoming vegetarian. Bad time for it, really, but she'd been thinking about it some. While they waited, she munched on garlic bread and wondered how anyone got here.
"So... what'd ya look like before? If you're so not used to being a human?"
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 7, 2008 21:57:12 GMT -5
Jack had a moment to try a little of the vino that managed to find its way to the table, making a funny face when he felt the bittersweet burn at the back of his throat.
"Well, I looked like a skeleton. I suppose I was always this tall, and I had perfectly-bleached white bones," he said airily, sighing in the middle. "No eyes, of course, or organs, just the skeleton. And this suit! I'm actually quite surprised it still fits..." he muttered, leaning back in the chair at an angle. He prodded at his fleshy stomach, poking in his gut and watching it rise with his breathing.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 8, 2008 0:08:17 GMT -5
Rogue wasn't sure whether to laugh, be disgusted, or what. "So you, like, couldn't be hurt?" she asked, for some reason thinking about that. Then she'd noticed they'd brought them wine. "Dude, they served us," she said. "That's so cool."
She took a sip, and she didn't really like it, but it was wine.
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 8, 2008 0:17:30 GMT -5
"Oh, I could be hurt..." In fact, he could have been made... deader than he had been. "But I guess now I'm even more frail... I could take off my head before. Now it's rather... uh... attached." Which, in modern slang, "sucked" now, as he was unable to play at an amusing version of Hamlet.
After being done with poking at his stomach (shirt down, but still, he could have been a little more restrained), Jack blinked at Rogue's surprise. "Why wouldn't they....?"
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 8, 2008 0:41:34 GMT -5
He could remove his head? That was really cool, she thought. She didn't know what it would be useful for--but it would look neat.
"Oh," she said. "Where I'm from, I'm too young to drink alcohol." She took a healthy sip, to take advantage of the fact.
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 9, 2008 0:32:01 GMT -5
"Well, if you're too young, why are you drinking here?" he asked. It was an honest question; Jack thought it had to do with a rite of passage, not the legality of things in other countries.
"I mean, if you're not ready, you shouldn't push yourself. I speak from experience when I say that you need to be careful with things you're not familiar with."
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 9, 2008 10:45:37 GMT -5
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on," she said. "It's totally legal here." She assumed. "How can you be not ready?"
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Post by Jack Skellington on Nov 9, 2008 16:58:43 GMT -5
"Well, there are lots of ways..." he said mysteriously, not wanting to really get into the subject of how he nearly ruined Christmas and allowed Santa Claus to he held captive by the Boogeyman.
"I just don't want to see any of my friends in a bad state," he added, not sure what he meant by it either.
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Post by emo!Rogue on Nov 9, 2008 17:24:35 GMT -5
Rogue allowed herself a small smile, touched by his seeming to care.
"Hey, it's just a glass of wine," she said. "I'll be fine. Promise."
The food came, and Rogue watched Jack curiously before digging into her own.
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