#vincent 01

the pali house is something else entirely. the large chimera statue out front, with each of its heads a different direction as if watching from all sides, is menacing. maybe that’s the point—they’re a house of fighters, of strength encompassed in physical prowess. he walks along the halls for a bit, then up the stairs toward the bedrooms. he still hasn’t met everyone, especially fellow housemates, considering a literal casino dropped in their backyard. 

he stops at the first open door he sees and knocks against the threshold, peering inside. “hey, uh, thought i’d introduce myself since all that craziness is gone and we can think without, you know, being drunk.” 

Ronan Ludolf was currently facing a dilemma. He’d promised Tatiana he’d fetch them a box with a variety of sweets for them to gorge themselves on while she tended to her studies and errands for the day. It was a cold winter day, and Ronan--with his bottomless stomach--couldn’t quite figure out which of the several pastries and confectionery delights he found displayed before him he wanted to purchase. There was a tray of Norwegian fastelavnsbolle with powdered sugar sprinkled on top and jam oozing out the sides; krumkakes stuffed with sweet cream and berries; slices of marmorkake glazed and dusted with sugar. The list felt endless. Indeed, his stomach was gnawing at him just looking at the spread.

“For fuck’s sake,” he said under his breath with a somber shake of his head. “Does anyone have any recommendations?”