Ruby & Kazumin
A starving ruby and her chocolate prince [a fated meating]: part one
Time: 10am
Location: Pudding Palace
Mention: [@samreaper] Kazumin
At Penelope's Pudding Palace, the morning sun spills through large windows, casting a warm glow over the vibrant interior. The air is permeated by the sweet scent of pudding, from classic vanilla and rich chocolate to fruity flavors like mango or banana. The grand circular counter at the heart of the shop showcases these delightful puddings, inviting patrons to indulge in a taste. The room is bustling as families, couples, and pudding enthusiasts of all ages marvel at the puddings.
All was peaceful until the doors suddenly swung open and a loud bang echoed through the establishment. A blonde haired, multi-color-eyed, raggedy looking woman entered from the doorway, making no aim to consider her surroundings as the door slammed against the wall from sheer force. With eyes wide open, the young woman studied the place from just beyond the entrance. Was such observation out of pure delight? Or was it more that of discontentment? The answer to that would soon be apparent as the blonde inched toward the front counter, eyeing the menu brightly lit by a peering sun.
The young ladyâs forceful entry was certain to get attention with shocked gasps and the likes. Had the cafe been peaceful? The slightly irritated expressions on several patrons seemed to say otherwise, nor was the place exactly quiet. Very much the opposite, as sounds of clothes ruffling could soon be heard following an audible sipping once the abrupt commotion died down.
The source of such seeming irritant currently sat at the center table, a most obnoxiously impossible-to-miss fanciful dressed gentleman.
A suit that instantly caught the eyes with fronds and frill for days and a colorful-feathery tower bouncing atop the equally tall hat. He sat with jovial delight with a dazzling grin to match, the gloriously trimmed mustache aiding in obscuring the grinâs brightness, a tickling sniffle of the nose.
Clutched in his right gloved hand, the source of the cutting sound, a fresh cup of hot cocoa sporting a mountain of scream drizzled with chocolate. A white stache dabbing the mustache as it pulled from the dapper gentlemanâs lip with a satisfied âahhââ Delightful! Such enthusiasm for pudding is deserving of a treat.â A snap of the fingers.â A bowl for the boisterous lady!â He bellowed out then took a sip; wiggling his mustache purposefully at Ruby in hopes of her catching on.
Ruby continued to stagger forward in a daze. It appeared that a sense of hunger and a particular craving filled her mind at the moment. After not seeing the desired entree on the menu, she mouthed audibly, âI need to get some beef right now.â There must have been someone in this palace with a slab of beef on their plate. She scanned the room full of people, starting at their plates before making her way up to their faces.
He sat, observingly; a long sip of his cup of hot cocoa sporting a mountain of cream coated in chocolate and cinnamon powder. He was curious and worried as he saw the all too famiiar zombie-hunger walk in Rubyâs current mannerisms.
Everyone seemed to be overdressed for the occasion compared to Ruby. One outfit in particular caught her attention as she peered from table to âstache. The man was wearing a most vibrant suit, that which Ruby thought fit for a king. It took a few moments before she realized that underneath the cream-covered mustache, feathery top hat, and bountiful sleeves, was a wild Kazumin.
âKazu!!!!â she yelped. She was used to his unique style, but this could be considered flashy even for Kazumin. A small droplet of sweat dripped from her forehead as she studied his ensemble. Ruby was not expecting such an exciting start to her morning, although itâs hard to say whether her perspiration was a result of adrenaline or perhaps last nightâs mini-bender catching up to her.
Her Recognition earned her a big wiggling of the nose, making the big bowtie to almost wave from the rustling in response. â Salutations, dear Ruby!â He called out with a small toast of his hot cocoa then leaned over to grab whatever nearest staff and whispered. â Canât you see the poor, starving and downright striking lady over there? Better get this table covered with food orâŚâ Said with serious intent, releasing his grip, not wishing to delay any longer. â Make haste for I fear her rumble is nearly upon us.â Returning to his seat, where he could only wait and seriously take a serious sip of his serious cocoa for this was indeed now, a very serious matter.
There was indeed a rumble beginning in the depths of her stomach, which only became apparent to her after overhearing Kazu say the word.
âRUMBLE? For what do we think is about to rumble?â she voiced cheekily, rubbing her belly on her way over to his spot. She then proceeded to plop herself down in a seat next to him, making an exaggerated sigh as she let gravity do the work.
âI am so hungry,â she stated, then took a glance at his frothy drink. Since when do they serve delicious chocolatey drinks at a meat shop? She was sure that was the kind of business she walked into, but after the scent of vanilla and custard began to hit her nose, Ruby started to question the legitimacy of this place.
Briefly released from her dilemma, she turned her attention toward Kazu and began to fiddle with his distracting costume. âWhat is the occasion, Kazu?â Ruby inquired, touching each frill as to compare them with each other. âItâs not everyday that I get the chance to ruffle your feathers in such a literal manner.â She giggled frantically while waiting for his reply.
For the briefest moment he could almost feel the rumble as it happened, as if sharing in her plague. A sensation all too familiar of their ilk; a nobleâs ignorance bliss and a peasantâs eventual demise.
A quick grumbling dismissal of the head, his free left gloved hand pressed firmly as he held his serious gait, a refusal to let such needless thoughts ruin the mood nor this glorious cup of cocoa.
Maintained until lady Ruby joined him at the table, where he smoothly and gently placed the cup down, the handling of a delicate newborn chick with nary a chink. Following, the suited mustachio slid to his feet and to her chair and gave a light tug, a faint scrape. Once properly seated, casually returned to his own; feathers and frills ruffling lightly, crisp and clean without a drop, when place amongst a table of delights of easy slips.
â Ah, dear Ruby. A wondrous surprise, indeed. Youâve caught me enjoying- er I mean suffering my punishment.â A playful titter, refraining from elaborating at the moment. With a rushing wisp of a bright, orange handkerchief to dab at his lips, then picked up his cup.â And fret not, for while meat may be sparse here, but Iâm sure that sweet tooth is equally as ravenous.â All said with that serious expression, instantly changing back to his previous relaxed form before taking a refreshing long sip.
Ruby looked lovingly at Kazu as he dabbed a handkerchief to his mouth. She was so delighted to see him, especially in what appeared to be his elementâ here amongst sweets and pudding galore. But the news of no meat being consumed any time soon quickly wiped the happiness out of her eyes. This might be it. âIt might actually be over for meâ she thought. With complete dramatization, Ruby said in a low, cracked voice, âI donât think you understand, Kazy. I - I âŚneed. Meats. I might not survive the morning without themâ she droned on, fully convinced that the greasy tenderness would cure her affliction.
The mustached gentleman frowned with concern, were that he could magic up a plate of meat. Or the very least his pocket sausage. Left with the overalls sadly; fancy pockets always were too small, frustratingly so.
With her head hung low and back bent over, she moaned and placed both hands palm-down onto the table. She had to consume something, at least. The pounding headache she was experiencing wasnât going to go away on its own. That was when she decided that Kazu might have a point. She did typically have a penchant for sweets.
Glancing up from her crouched position, she set her eyes on the nearest staff member and raised her hand, motioning them over. âHello beautiful!! Ahh.. yes over here!â
She waited until the apparent staff approached a little closer, then she spewed out her requests.
âWhat kind of delights do you have for a dying girl? Iâll take your best dish. Just make sure itâs thick. And creamy.â Ruby looked over to Kazu, seemingly awaiting his approval. âIâm sure you know this fine man hereâ she pointed at Kazumin, as if to gain some appreciation by associating herself with him. âHe is the pudding king. A connoisseur. If you could just give me something fit for such a lad, then I am positive that I will enjoy itâ. And with that, she knelt back over the table and her eyes began to drift closed.
Now sitting with his chin rested against the back of his hands propped up by the elbow in a playfully relaxed manner watching Ruby give her order. Taking in the delight in her face even when she stared; an assumption of joy shared of eating sweets with a cherished friend.
Raising a brow when upon taking notice the order had shifted to compliments towards him which he would give a small dismissing wave.â Please, please! Youâre far too sweet with your words, Ruby. A wondrous sweet tooth you have, indeed.â He chuckled sitting back up with a quick stroking flick of the mustache ending with an open motion towards the wall on the left.â But, no need for the wonderful staff to know my face all too well, presence and appearance excluded.â Said wall was hosting several pictures of Kazu in various poses and outfit, a shared commonality of pudding stain somewhere.
â Cumbersome it may be eating without some mess aside, they have gotten my visage impeccably⌠though I dare say..â pausing to hear a most unsettling rumble from Rubyâs tummy. â A challenger may perhaps join me on said wall before long.â Leaning forward to give her hand supporting pat.â Fitting it be this ravenous gem and though a beauty, know that this is not a crown this pudding connoisseur gives up easily. Do be sure to bring food till her fill.â He finished a warm smile, a hint of competitive spark as he took a quietly scooped up a big spoonful of pudding and scarfed it down in playful challenge.
Ruby grinned at Kazu, her mismatched eyes flickering between hunger and annoyance. The first spoonful of pudding was already halfway to her mouth before she realized what she was doing.
âAlright, fine, Kazu. Letâs see what this does for me,â she muttered, shoveling the pudding into her mouth.
As soon as the sweet, creamy texture hit her tongue, something seemed to snap. Her eyes widened in shock, and before Kazu could respond, she was on the next spoonful, then the nextâher hand moving faster than she could think. âMore,â she mumbled between bites, her voice muffled by the pudding. She barely swallowed before yelling louder, âMORE!â
Without missing a beat, the waiters scurried over, piling more bowls of pudding onto the table, stacking them in front of her. Ruby barely acknowledged them, her spoon flying between dishes as she devoured each one with a crazed intensity. Pudding smeared across her lips, and she was leaning over the table now, scooping up bites faster than the waiters could keep up.
âMORE!â she barked again, her eyes wild as yet another bowl landed in front of her. She grabbed it, spooning the contents into her mouth without hesitation. Vanilla, chocolate, mangoâit didnât matter anymore. She was in full-on pudding frenzy.
As another dish was placed in front of her, Ruby finally paused long enough to catch her breath, only to yell again, âTHIS ISNâT BEEF!â She slammed her spoon down, glaring at the poor waiter who had just placed the latest bowl.
âI need meat!â she declared with pure dramatic flair, but that didnât stop her from grabbing another spoonful of pudding. âBut until then... more pudding. Keep it coming!â
The waiters exchanged confused glances but continued to pile on more dishes, now struggling to find space on the table. Ruby, meanwhile, had fully embraced the chaos. She was like a woman possessed, spooning pudding into her mouth as if it might vanish if she didnât eat it fast enough.
âKazu!â she gasped mid-bite, waving her spoon in his direction. âThis... this might be the end of me. If I keep going like this... I might actually become pudding!â
But even as she said it, she leaned into yet another bowl, her enthusiasm for the sweets now bordering on madness. âBut what a way to go, huh?â
Kazu sat there all the while, simply beaming at the sight of Ruby scarfing down like a starving wildebeest.* Ah, the wildebeest hunger. A classic.* Chuckled amusingly to himself as he ate carefully and gracefully {less he stained this grandiose suit). A delicate scoop of pudding. A delicious treat and view of the pretty gem enjoying herself amongst the confused staff; a sight all too common and shared to the palace dismay.