trivia timeee~!

welcome back, 50 cent … but you’re a halfwit! welcome back, 25 cent!

you’ll be housed in apartment w-6.

you’ll be given everything you had in your previous stay.

enjoy yourself!

          “Cent, you’re so smart! I’m really glad you’re here with me. Imagine how lost I’d be if you weren’t around! …Hmm.”

LIPS pursed with the thought as she allowed the words to slip out, a pout slighting her usual cheerful face for all but a moment until she continued.

          “But that’ll never happen, right? You’ll always be with me! Oh, a world without you… I wouldn’t want it at all.”

THE disappointment was evident in the lowering of her voice. The pout developed into a frown, blue locks shaking some in disapproval as she eased her own worries with the present ( her fears would not consume her, though something in her hurts to think on what else is missing from their picture. she’s sure it’s crossed his thoughts once by now, since her worries and his were one in the same, but she had to remain strong. he was with her and that would suffice for now. ) Hand carefully stretched to grab at his own, the Intoner all but grateful that the heat of her face wouldn’t give itself away in some shade of pink against her cheeks. A curiosity struck her when her attention finally pried itself away from the light of her life, eyes widening before the small amount of happiness that trickled in with her discovery shined through one of typical smiles and a tug in its direction. Childlike in every manner, but welcomed nonetheless. Or expected, perhaps.

          “Do you think One’s in here?! It kind of looks like her home in Cathedral City, doesn’t it…? Oh!! What if she moved and has the kids here too?! Come on, Cent! Let’s check it out.”

THE hand tangled in his grip squeezed lightly, cautious to not damage any of his precious tendons with the minuscule strength her body held. The loss of it should have troubled her, but the amount of stress the diminishing of it reduced made it hard to concern herself with at the time. But the less preoccupied hand shoved at wooden doors, blue eyes met with far less extravagant decor than she hoped and the lack of a familiar splash of blonde in an empty room. Though, again, optimism kept her spirits in their heightened state as her voice boomed in the vacant space with her reaching out to a being that most likely wasn’t there ( but trying never hurt anyone, right? )

          “Ooooooone! Are you here?! Cent and I promised we’d visit, so we’re here now!”

A pause followed, if only to allow the courtesy she knows One would give to her. Manners weren’t a lost cause on her, or entirely a foreign concept, but they were considered a bit unfit for a woman with her… energy.

          “Oooooooooooone! If you’re not here, that’s okay! Cent and I can clean this place up for you while you’re gone.”

ONE would never live in such unsightly conditions, given the number of cobwebs and beaten wooden benches the intruding Intoner counted, but the statue was what really solidified that this wasn’t where one of her sisters would be. Index finger gestured to the figure at the center of the worn down church, expression scrunching before she piped up with a strew of wordvomit that trailed from one thought into the next. That was another problem Two seemed to have when compared to her sisters: when she spoke on one thing, she’d end up rambling about another in the same breath. Her attention wasn’t limited, but her cares sometimes were.

The reunion took a handful of lonely days; four and a single week to be exact. He lost count of the many people he have asked of her whereabouts and whether or not they have seen someone as precious as her around. Cent have described her to strangers as best as he could and made sure to use the proper words as to not disrespect her name ( as doing so should deserve a punishment worse than death-- a frightening thing he made certain to himself he'd never do to her no matter what ) and yet he gestured to himself and acknowledged that no such words could fully describe her lovely self. It was only then that he received a word that someone matched the details he'd so tirelessly repeat and he marched off towards the fourth sector in hopes of finally seeing her adorable face again. He'd give anything if he had to.

Once muscular arms found itself wrapped around her perfect frame, he began to press his lips against the skin of her forehead and permitted relief to wash over his present worries. The fact that he survived long enough to see her once more was estimable if he had done so much as to admit, but the energy to boast about his achievement ceased his mind. There were two things that mattered to him when he felt her skin against his-- (1) that she was safe and unharmed, (2) that she never cried. Cent will never be able to forgive himself if Two shed tears over his disappearance. Because of their momentary separation, he vowed and prepared himself to make up to her somehow. Soon should be a good time for that.

Now, they're inside of what appeared to be a place for grand prayers. There was nothing to appreciate in the eyes of the disciple as the obvious displays meant that whoever entered this building for the sake of heavenly services did not have the five goddesses as their figure of respect. It was an entire organization altogether, a religious belief he didn't think he recognized and why should he?

Gloved digits traced the wooden workings at the very entrance, speck of dust in turn clinging towards the leather of his index finger. It must have been abandoned for a long time and no one attended to it. A great shame, he'd muse to himself while catching her glances with a sweetened of his own. Ah, the lady doesn't really fail to make his heart race. Steps inched close so he could walk alongside her once more down the aisle, only for him to inwardly feel embarrassed at the given compliments of an intoner much stronger and capable than he. Though his expressions did not reveal his shy nature, his pulse grew wildly. It's safe to say that he could easily mask this nervousness by owning up to the praises, inflated and stroked ego.

"My lady, you flatter me greatly. However, that'd be quite impossible~! As you know, I'd never leave your side no matter what. Past days cannot be helped, but I promise we will make up for the lost time."

There's the gesture he very well liked-- the fancy pouting of her lips that he's dying to take with his own. Then again, he figured that now isn't really the time to be selfish and bother his lady intoner with his feelings.

"Please. A world without Lady Two? A sad story I'd pluuuuuuuuck my ears out for! I would rather not live than not be with you, my lady."

Arms extended in unison for both respective fingers to intertwine. How good it felt to still have her own locked with his, ultimately giving off a surreal amount of tranquility that made Cent forget that they are being used for a social experiment and the like. If they're together like this, surely everything would be easy to handle and they wouldn't need to bother themselves with anything else. Just having this very jewel made him feel like he could do just about anything and he'd surely do so if it meant doing everything for her and her name alone. The curving of his lips reappeared as he rubbed the side of her cheek with his thumb along the excuse of seeing dirt upon her pretty face, though she was as good as clean.

The question made Cent raise a brow and ponder about the matter, the scenario finally making a little sense.

"Heh, reminds me of the room Lady One assigned to you."

An expected line to commence his sly act, only for him to pretend he hadn't said anything at all. If it's true that the other intoners are around, does that mean even the traitorous Zero? He had never met her at all and he has no plans on seeing her because it isn't needed. Unless, of course, Two decided that she cares enough to set up a sibling bonding time for the two of them. Cent doubts the possibility of it ever happening though.

His eyes followed where his lady's own and finger went and acknowledged the similarity she spoke of, but have found it humorous that someone would leave such a special piece behind. Or was it that the previous occupants were slaughtered or abducted? He didn't want to voice his negative ideas as rendering his lover appalled would be the last thing Cent would do on purpose.

"It might be their goddess, Lady Two. And ahhhh~? I don't think there'd be a need to have another copy of me around when I have no intentions to leave your side or whatsoever. More importantly, there's no waaaaaay someone as flawless as I could be remade! I am quite unique and though it's definitely undeniable that I am lucky to have you as my significant other, it's also true that you are... fortunate yourself, my lady."

Hand squeezed her own gently, repeatedly too-- much like a child asking to be noticed. He brought her hand near his face and he kissed it tenderly and slowly.

But he can hope, can’t he? 

He might severely regret this later. 

A smile.