A/N: Hey there! Thanks for putting up with me this week, haha. I have finals next week so this was my last full week of school and it was very hectic. Pretty much all of my teachers decided to assign everything they were supposed to assign months ago. Anyways, I'll be busy focusing on finals next week so there may or may not be many updates. But, I have some free time right now (in my Chinese class, it's a great subject but the class is so boring), so I decided to write a chapter. If I don't finish now I'll continue and post after school. Anyways enough rambling, now onto Jimitri fluffiness :D
The sound of a car pulling up to the bakery was soon followed by combat boots on the pavement. Jim was more than ready to go to his mansion, and when the distinctive sleek black car rolled up to him, he smiled and felt a little jumping sensation in his heart.
Jim scurried around the car and hopped in the passenger's seat, looking to Dimitri enthusiastically. "Hey!"
"What's up?" Dimitri asked with a laugh at how fast Jim got in the car.
"Not much, just really excited," Jim smiled and his cheeks tinted pink. "It's been like... three days since I've seen you."
"You're so needy."
"Shut up, you're no better, Mr. Text-me-every-five-minutes."
Dimitri felt himself blush. He looked out the window, muttering under his breath as Jim let out a victorious laugh.
"Don't feel too intimidated, it's just a really big table."
Dimitri's words did no justice, though, because Jim couldn't figure out where to sit. The table stretched so far that it must've taken up the entire room. It could probably sit a good... forty or fifty people, just from a glance. He finally chose a spot and sat down, staring at the sparkling silverware and gleaming china plates. He felt like he couldn't touch them without breaking one.
"Are you sure we're allowed to eat on this?" Jim pointed to the thin plates with delicate painted designs. "Like... I don't think I would ever put mashed potatoes on this kind of plate."
"It's not a big deal," Dimitri laughed. "They're like any other plate, just made from... elephant tusks or something extravagant like that."
"Elephant tusks?" Jim made a disgusted face towards the plates. "That's kinda sad and gross."
"I don't think about it much when I'm eating," Dimitri sat down next to Jim, even though he had about 47 other spots to choose from. Then again, it would be awkward to sit somewhere completely random.
"What do you have a taste for tonight?" Dimitri asked, and Jim glanced to him. "We have pretty much anything you could possibly want."
"This may sound boring," Jim started, "But I kind of just want spaghetti with tomato sauce."
"Are you going for the traditional Lady-and-the-Tramp dinner? Do I need an Italian man singing opera next to us in the candlelight?"
"What?"
"Nevermind," Dimitri laughed, waving one of the butlers over to them. Jim was blushing and sliding down in his chair at the thought of such a cliche first-kiss. Speaking of which, they haven't even kissed yet, even though they've come so close a few times...
After a casual conversation focusing on the furniture in the dining hall, their dinner was served, and Jim began twirling some noodles on his fork excitedly. He really did like pasta, he just didn't have it often.
"Stop cutting the noodles," Dimitri complained, and Jim looked up with a raised eyebrow. "I want to get a single noodle."
"That never happens," Jim stared at him blankly.
"It could though," Dimitri argued, shoveling through the spaghetti for a long strand to share. "You never know."
Jim rolled his eyes and continued to eat the spaghetti as he pleased, long noodles or not. After a couple moments of shuffling around the pasta, Dimitri gave up and crossed his arms disappointedly. Jim looked to him, trying to hold back his laughter at Dimitri's pouting. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Dimitri sighed. "I just wanted a long noodle."
"You're so weird."
"What, do you have hendonophobia or something?"
Jim turned to look at Dimitri, a stumped look in his eyes. "Hendo... what?"
"Hendonophobia."
"What the hell does that mean?" Jim laughed.
"Fear of pleasure." Dimitri stared at Jim with a look of silent judgement. Jim shifted.
"And why do you know that word?" He smiled slowly, though secretly he was wondering why Dimitri knew that word.
"What else are you supposed to do when the library here has an entire book of phobias?" Dimitri shrugged. "I was 10 years old, and very bored."
"So you memorized random phobias with really long names." Jim stuffed more spaghetti in his mouth.
"Shut up, you'd do the same thing if you had that book," Dimitri argued. He sat up, pushing in his chair. "We can go back there if you want, I know you liked it."
Jim smiled excitedly, the thought of the circular room of books making his skin tingle in anticipation. He felt complete in that room, like he belonged there. He quickly ate a few last bites of the pasta on his plate before dashing after Dimitri, following close behind him through the corridors to the book room.