I wasn't, no. But I would rather focus on the present, and let tomorrow hold its worries for itself.
[Smile quirking when he feels the tug, Solomon lets the other man take the lead, scanning over the selection. He's never had much of a sweet tooth himself, but he did always feel pretty spoiled between Barbatos and Luke being suck terrific bakers. If only they'd let him join them more often!]
Never saw it before?
Do you not get to eat sweets very often back home?
Ahaha -- wait up, hold on, I'm coming. [It's cheerful as he's once again pulled along, letting Lovecraft pick whatever table of his choosing before settling their little handful of prizes down.]
The power for what, exactly? Is it a skill you have, or something else?
[He chuckles. The bud at his ear flutters to life.]
Nothing as flashy as that, maybe. But normally? Yes. I'm a sorcerer.
[He remaneuvers the fork on his plate with a mouthful of cake, holding it out to Lovecraft. To take, to eat right off the fork - really, he's just curious to see what Lovecraft's priorities might be.]
[Again, something new - he glances between the fork and Solomon, as if a little unsure...but takes the final distance to take that bite with his mouth.]
Mmph. [And a swallow.] A sorceror implies...multiple...abilities.
[The question gets him thoughtful.]
No. They are useful, but...people look scared when I use them. I don't understand...why.
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[The fact that he's held his hand this long is surprising, he thinks. He's not some kind of expert at hand holding, himself.]
[The food draws his attention, though, and he's tugging a bit like a kid in the direction of the sweets.]
They have so many. I never saw it...before.
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[Smile quirking when he feels the tug, Solomon lets the other man take the lead, scanning over the selection. He's never had much of a sweet tooth himself, but he did always feel pretty spoiled between Barbatos and Luke being suck terrific bakers. If only they'd let him join them more often!]
Never saw it before?
Do you not get to eat sweets very often back home?
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[Holy shut-in, Batman.]
[He does point at a few cakes, though.]
Let's try these.
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[Oh, what a selection. He'll nod his understanding, gesturing for the staff to take care of placing the order.]
Would you like to share, or do you prefer a helping for yourself?
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[He seems very genuine about this.]
[He thinks a moment, glancing at the flower in the other's hair. It needs to bloom...]
I can share. I guess.
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Well, he'll make the gestures to the staff quick, because he'd rather get back to this chatter because what do you MEAN you don't know, my man...]
Do... you not remember what you were doing during those years, Lovecraft?
Surely you weren't sleeping that whole time.
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[His brow furrows, like he's trying very hard to remember...]
[But it seems he just gives up, heaving a sigh.]
I must have been sleeping.
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Are you not human?
[Just. Putting that out there a little frankly, because that would explain a lot.]
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No......................?
[He literally looks like this one cat from this meme.]
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Oh! Well, then that's slightly less concerning.
I'm sorry I haven't asked until now. It seemed a little rude. But if you're not human, what would you call yourself?
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I think I am human....? Ah...
[Now he's chewing at his nails.]
I'm not...sure.............I'm an ability user...like some others......
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[Still, poor Lovecraft doesn't sound very confident. So: eyes emoji dot jpg
Solomon's quick to pick up their little tray of sweets.]
Come, let's find a table real quick. No need to chat in front of the staff.
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[The select few. Blessed! And also cursed, perhaps.]
Okay. [He's perking up.....sweet time!] Let's go.
[And a tug tug tug towards the tables.]
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The power for what, exactly? Is it a skill you have, or something else?
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[He's swallowing one right away, before peering over thoughtfully.]
To do all sorts...of things. Everyone has their own. Ability. Could be anything. Transformation. Elemental...control. And the like.
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Ah, something of the supernatural, then.
Do you remember what yours was?
[He'll get busy cutting this piece of cake in half, don't mind him.]
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[And now he looks a little nervous, like he's wandering into territory he knows he shouldn't talk about.]
It's a...transformation power.
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As in, you can turn into something else? Or you can turn others into something else?
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[A little flustered.]
Do you...have abilities, Solomon?
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Nothing as flashy as that, maybe. But normally? Yes. I'm a sorcerer.
[He remaneuvers the fork on his plate with a mouthful of cake, holding it out to Lovecraft. To take, to eat right off the fork - really, he's just curious to see what Lovecraft's priorities might be.]
Are you embarrassed about your powers?
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Mmph. [And a swallow.] A sorceror implies...multiple...abilities.
[The question gets him thoughtful.]
No. They are useful, but...people look scared when I use them. I don't understand...why.
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People fear what they can't understand. And abilities, magics, anything like that... they can be very, very hard to understand.
[Fork meets ceramic, a subtle noise as more pastry is gathered.]
Would you like more of what I just gave you?
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[He would ask for more, but he has to ask something first. Something in what he's saying...]
Do people fear you...too?
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Sometimes, sure. Though I'd like to hope I've grown out of it a little.
Or perhaps, we just learn to adapt when the world won't adapt to us.
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[It feels like he never will.]
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