"I do not like tomatoes..." Second Chances and Wasted Food (LP log)

Montamillion · 2020-02-17 07:57:52 PM

Setting: The Dining Chamber

Characters: Dominik (hare, LP Private, fighter), Grace (hare, leveret, Greg's daughter)

Scene: Lunchtime in the Mountain, and both the littlest and the largest hares in the mountain decide to dine in the same location, both with plenty of things on their mind.
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The dibbun sitters were having quite the day. The dibbuns had been acting up all day and there was practically a revolt in class so most of them had been kept back to tidy up while the few who hadn't been involved got to go have lunch. Grace is among those few. Normally she'd be in with the other lot but she's still a little quieter than she used to be. She sits at the table, ignoring the the lone sitter with the group who was paying more attention to the youngest of the leverets while Grace just poked her food around the plate with a fork rather than eating it.

Well, Grace isn't the only occupant of the room currently poking at her food; a short distance from where she sits, the large form of Dominik is seated at a table, himself, his gaze fixed down on the tabletop as he stares down at the salad that sits on his plate. He hadn't really touched much of it, despite being relatively hungry after the training session he'd just returned from, and with his fork, he pushes a small cherry tomato back and forth, and back, and forth, just sorta staring down at it with no real interest. His head rests on his other paw, which is holding it up, and he mutters softly to himself, the buck's ears folded down. It is quite obvious he has a lot on his mind...it was the first time he'd been upstairs really since the incident on the beach with the ferret and badger cub.

Big hare and tiny hare are basically mirroring each other as Grace rests her cheek on a paw and pushes bits of salad around. She's still young though. There's only so long she can stay lost in thought before her eyes start to wander and look for distraction. It's then that she finally spots Dom. Honestly that she didn't spot the giant white hare right away is probably an indication of how distracted she was. She startles at the sight of him though with a squeaky little "Eep!" The dibbun sitters don't seem to notice though and pay no attention as she ducks down behind the table edge. She peeks over the edge of table almost immediately but forgets to hide her ears so they're still perked upright and easily seen.

Dominik had been distracted relatively well, and so he doesn't notice the table of leverets not too far from where he's sitting. As Grace spots him and ducks down beneath the table, Dom's ears perk at the familiar 'eep!', and the large buck lifts his head. His eyes fall upon the spot where Grace had been sitting not a moment ago, and he blinks...though he does certainly spot those ears peeking up from the little doe's hiding spot. He smiles for a brief moment, his expression then quickly shifting to one of sadness as he remembers the reason why Grace likely decided to hide from him. His shoulders heave in a heavy sigh, before his eyes return to his salad and he resumes rolling the tomato around with his fork. Suddenly, an idea strikes him out of the blue; the massive hare spots one of the Dibbun caretakers with his back to him, obviously busy with one of the leverets. Pausing a moment to take a look back and forth to make sure he's not being watched, a little smirk appears upon his muzzle as he picks up the tomato on the end of his fork. Setting the fork down on the edge of the table, he gives the handle a little bop with his paw; this in turn sends the cherry tomato flying directly towards the back of the caretaker's head. Quickly picking up the fork again, the hare turns his attention right back to his salad as if nothing had happened.

Grace peers curiously at him, incorrectly assuming she hasn't been spotted. There's another little startled squeak as he launches the tomato and she ducks down further, her imagination picturing it as rocks or something but then she blinks as it bounces off the caretakers head. The caretaker has been having a bad day already and immediately snaps round, looking around wildly for mischievous dibbuns "Who threw that?!" he doesn't count on a mischievous Dom though and Grace helpfully points in a random direction away from Dom. As the dibbun caretaker glares in that direction Grace turns around and looks suspiciously at Dom, narrowing her eyes a little. She's curious but doesn't entirely trust him.

Dominik glances up as the caretaker whirls around and glares in his general direction, and he too lifts his fork and points in the same direction that Grace points, the buck's expression one of complete and utter innocence. "Thinks he vent...that vay, sir. I'm sure of it." He nods his head slowly, before his gaze shifts over towards Grace and he gives the little hare a sly, secret grin. "Even stuck out tongue at you, sir. Is totally uncalled for." A frown slips onto his muzzle for a moment, though it is more an act than anything else. "Vil look for, if you vish." He sets his fork down and readies himself to rise from the table...

The caretaker glares in the direction they're now both pointing and gets up himself "No, no. No need, I'll find the rogue and then as he clearly doesn't wish to eat we'll skip right ahead to bath time!" he says as he suddenly ducks down to check under a table...he obviously finds nothing and moves on to the next table. He's not leaving the room so he's confident the dibbuns will be fine while he's not far away. Grace lets the caretaker get a little further away before she quickly looks back to Dom. "...Why'd yah do tha'?" she asks quietly.

Dominik chuckles and gives the caretaker a nod. "I is...hoping you find this...rogue." He still ends up rising up from the table, inching himself back so he can slip out from behind it. He slowly makes his way over towards where Grace is seated, doing his best to be as un-intimidating as possible. Which, with his size, is extremely difficult most of the time, but...he tries his best to not have his usually-grumpy expression. As he gets nearer, he gestures towards the chair beside her with a paw. "...hello, leetle Grace," he responds, his voice quiet. "Do you mind if Dom sit here, vith you?" His ears perk, giving a little wiggle, as he attempts a smile. He whispers to her as the caretaker continues searching out the culprit of the thrown tomato. "...I do not like tomatoes," he replies, with a simple shrug and explanation.

Grace frowns slightly as he gets closer and looks a little nervous , her eyes doing a quick flick to the caretaker to check where he is before she looks back at Dom. He didn't look scary right now but then he didn't start off scary last time. She doesn't know what to do or think. "...okay" she responds quietly when he asks if he can sit "Tomatoes won't make yah scary crazy too...right?...If yah goin' tah be scary y'have tah leave..." she tries to sound firm and in charge, trying to pretend not to be scared.

Dominik does seem to understand why Grace is acting the way she is, the large buck giving her an appreciative nod as she gives him permission to sit there. "Thankyous very much, leetle Grace. Is very kind of you to let beeg, scary Dom sit vith yous." He very carefully lowers himself into the nearby seat, none of the chairs in the mess hall being particularly accomodating to his bulk. Still, he sits regardless, the chair giving a squeak in protest. To Grace's question, he chuckles softly and shakes his head. "...no. Tomatoes only make Dom gag. They do not make crazy." After a moment, he sighs, his eyes fixing on the little doe. "I promise, vith all of my heart, that I vil not be scary." He rests a paw over his heart, holding the other up in the air. "Is swearing this, right now." He gives her a smile as he notices that firm tone she is using. "Hmm, vun day leetle Grace vil grow up to be leader of hares in mountain. Is -very- intimidatings, yes."

Grace's ears twitch and she looks quickly at the chair when it starts protesting Dom sitting on it. She's ready to make a dash for it if it starts breaking but waits until it stops "...Dom needs tah lose weight..." she says with a tiny worried frown, concerned for the chair. Never mind that he's just heavy because he's huge. She watches him closely as he swears not to be scary. She can't decide whether to trust him or not but she's not running away and hiding so baby steps. "I'm intimidatin'?...But the caretakahs don't do wot I say...Neithah do the other dibbuns..." she seems confused in general.

Dominik cannot help but laugh at Grace's initial comment...his eyebrows raise and he gives the Dibbun a playful smile. "Hmm. Losing veight, you say? Vell, vhy do you think Dom is eating a salad?" The large buck chuckles softly. "If chair break, Dom can fix..." he explains, with a shrug. "But, is not important thing to Dom, right now. Important thing is...Dom does not vant leetle Grace to be afraid of, any more." His expression shifts to one that is a little more serious, his eyes still fixed on Grace. "Is understanding vhy leetle vun is afraid. Dom does not blame you for this, at all. Dom vas afraid of self, too." He sighs. "...vhile out in swamps, bad things happened. Is reason for crazy Dom. But...Dom is getting many helps, from Felicity, from Terrence, from lots of everyones." He smiles. "Is to make sure that the crazies do not come back. And Dom is really hoping that leetle Grace can forgive...he is missing times together." He gives the little doe his most sincere expression as he makes sure to keep his distance.

Grace frowns but slowly stops watching him so closely and looks down at her plate instead. She's thinking. It's all a bit too complicated and difficult for her which makes her frustrated because she can't decide what to do. There's several minutes of silence before she mutters the easy bit "Dom's not eatin' salad, Dom's throwin' it at the caretakahs" she's apparently picking up on his habit of referring to himself by name. Saying anything seems to help as she carries on pretty quickly after that "The grown ups are always tellin' us t'forgive stuff if yah get an apology..." she frowns "...I don't wants tah forgive" she says firmly, trying to hold on to the anger; it feels better than being scared to her. "Yah tried to hurt dad!..." She can't stay entirely mad though and after a pause, mutters "Might, maybe, give yah a second chance...maybe."

Dominik chuckles, and gives Grace a nod. "...is making fair point. But, did not throw, if vant to be technical. Used fork." He grins, before clearing his throat and trying to return to his slightly more serious demeanor. Hey, she didn't turn and run from him and is seemingly listening to him, so it is definitely a start if anything. "Ahem. But, er...yes. Dom can understand leetle Grace still being mad. Vas Erg who tried to hurt father, not Dom. Talking to others is reason vhy Erg is staying avay for avhile. Do not like ven he is there. Dom knows that...he is not himself, ven he is there." The buck sighs, softly, lifting a paw to rub at his temple. "Vil continue to try and keep avay, is promise. For Grace." The buck gives her a smile. As she mentions giving him a second chance, possibly, his expression shifts to one of relief. "Is good, maybe is better than not at all. Vil accept this decision." He nods. "Also vil say, is making leetle Grace a gift, but cannot tell vat it is, yet, until is done."

Grace frowns a little angry frown. "Don't like Erg." A tiny bit of fear peeks through after that as if that might make Erg angry. She looks nervously at Dom again. "Don't want t'talk tah Erg ever again!" she seems to accept his promise though and calms down slightly. Relaxing at least enough for her ears to perk slightly at the mention of a gift. She immediately opens her mouth to ask what it is but he says he can't say so there's a little pause while she thinks of a different question "When's it done? My birthday's ages away, yah can't make me wait that long!"

Dominik continues to rub at his forehead with a paw, the buck's ears perking. "Ya. Dom does not like Erg, either..." he sighs. "Erg hurts friends, does not care. Only vants vun thing, that is to destroy. Vil do best to make sure that Erg stays far away, Grace. Is promising." The buck smiles weakly as his gaze falls back upon Grace. "Cannot apologize enough for vhat happened...only vanted to have lunch vith Grace, before things happened." He chuckles a little more as she picks up on the fact he mentioned he is making her a gift, and he gives her a wide grin. "Oh, no, is not for birthday, is for normal times. Vil let you know ven is finished, yes? Is taking time to make, is something Dom has not done before. But...vants it to be perfect gift, so is taking time." He gives her a nod. "Vant it to be a surprise."

Grace considers this mysterious date in the future with about as much thought as she put in to working out how to feel about Dom. Finally though she slowly nods and says "Okay..." a little pause and she suddenly picks up her plate and carries it over, going to sit next to Dom and put the plate between them. "We can have lunch now. I'll eat the tomatoes...Yah can have the cucumbers. They're yucky." She might not be climbing and hanging off of him for some time, but it's a strong step back to normal.

BlisaMarshmellow · 2020-02-19 04:04:55 PM

Well, well. A Dibbun eating salad. It is a strange tale, indeed xD

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#1 2020-02-17 07:57:52 PM

"I do not like tomatoes..." Second Chances and Wasted Food (LP log)

#2 2020-02-19 04:04:55 PM

Re: "I do not like tomatoes..." Second Chances and Wasted Food (LP log)

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