Nope. In fact, it only serves to remind Cesar yet again that Caesar is, in fact, him: when Cesar thinks about it, he's pretty hungry too, and extremely sharp ears might catch the faint rumble of a stomach that's not Caesar's.
There's a short pause, and Cesar sheepishly takes his elbows off the table, motioning to the now clear work surface.
"If you're getting better at food, then would you be so kind as to show me how it works?"
The smile is more genuine, now, though it's still small.
As if their stomachs were talking to each other, Caesar's rumbled back. It made him grin, and then he had to immediately press his lips together to keep himself from laughing. There was no doubt in his mind now: they might be different, but they were still one and the same.
"How about we start with something you can try? It's easier to explain Bending if you're trying it." Caesar held up his palm and, very suddenly, there was a tiny tortilla on it, which he then half-tossed over to Cesar like a Frisbee. "It's all willpower. You have to feel as if it's the thing you most want at that moment. Remember the impression of it, not all the nitty gritty details--overthinking it will definitely cause you to fail, and that was my difficulty. Closing your eyes helps if you're new."
He paused again for a moment, then laughed, continuing to talk enthusiastically. "... Oh, and the likelihood of you getting it right off the bat is minimal. If you're lucky, you'll be able to Bend up something the first time like I did. And you definitely shouldn't try eating it--I know that from personal experience! Taste is one of the harder things to replicate, or at least it is for me...."
Cesar catches the tortilla, with both hands, looking at it in surprise.
"Remember the impression, and don't focus on the details," He repeats out loud dutifully.
After Caesar is done elaborating on the mistakes that could happen--all this gets from Cesar is a raised eyebrows and a stack of mental notes to himself--and Cesar finally nods, putting the tiny tortilla down.
"Alright. I'm starting the first attempt." His first attempt at creating a tortilla. Well--everyone has to start somewhere. Face set in a serious and almost comically focused expression, Cesar holds a hand out in front of himself and focuses all of his formidable concentration on the plain idea of holding a tortilla in his hand. He can just imagine glimpses of impressions of the taste, the smell, the look, the texture, the feel, the weight, the density, the stiffness of the surface, the way there might be an edge with a tiny crease in it from poor packaging, the... Ah--this isn't overthinking it, is it?
A tortilla the approximate size of his palm appears in his hand. Cesar has about one second to give it an astonished look, before its surface begins to bubble and swell. Being the smart man he is, he drops the tortilla onto the table immediately, and is just in time to see the tortilla begin to shrivel and writhe, hissing as it boils in a chemical reaction that starts to evaporate it on the spot.
Cesar can't do anything for a few seconds but gape at it in amazement. When he finally moves again, it's to say, "I can see what you mean about the first tries not being edible."
Caesar begins to grin wider as the tortilla appears, only for confusion to quickly replace the smile as it begins to bubble and swell. He makes a gesture as if to knock it from his double's hand, but Cesar drops it first. Caesar's hand freezes in mid-air as he watches it disappear, gaping as well.
And then suddenly and spontaneously, he bursts out into loud laughter. He tries to say something, even raising up his finger to do so, but he can't, and aborts the attempt after a few false starts. It's funny. He can't help it!
The infectious laughter just keeps coming, and after a while, Cesar finds himself laughing too. Not as hard as him, more of a chuckle, but it's real, and it's admittedly more than he's done in a while.
It takes Caesar several more false starts before he manages to speak, and he's grinning as wide as he can through his laughter. "That is the absolute worst tortilla I've seen in my life. And I thought my first one was bad!"
Just to demonstrate, Caesar focuses for a moment and bends up his first tortilla, which is one bigger than his hand. That's important, as it immediately begins to sog over either side of his hand. He's managing to keep his laughter contained by shutting his mouth once more. He grabs one of the edges with his other hand and lets it stretch like weak taffy over on top of the remains of Cesar's tortilla.
Except when it touches Cesar's tortilla, it promptly catches on fire; Caesar jumps visibly away from it, eyes going wide as he almost shrieks, "¡Dios mío!It's on fire!"
Cesar's quiet laughing gets louder when the other man's tortilla sample appears. All laughter of any kind, however, is put on hold as it catches fire. Cesar sits bolt upright in his chair, throwing a look around--
"We need water!" he announces, squeezing his eyes shut and adopting a complete 'pretend you can move things with your mind' post, pressing a couple of fingers hard at either side of his head. A small globule of murky 'water' appears over the mess, hanging suspended like an oblong, wobbly bubble.
Caesar let out a very loud yelp as the flames leapt at his face, and he jerked back as far as he could in his seat, eyes as wide as dinner plates.
Okay, the thing he wanted more than anything at that very moment was a lot of water over the table. And sure enough, a lot of water hovers over the table and comes crashing down, dowsing the flame.
Unfortunately, he'd never tried to bend so much water before, and it ended up soaking the seats and the booths on either side of theirs. Caesar barely has time to try to cover his head before the water soaks him through almost immediately.
Cesar doesn't have time, but he's perfectly happy to be soaked if it means getting rid of this monstrosity he's created. The tortillas fizzle and smother in their last dying hisses, before finally going out with a weak spitting noise.
"If it's all the same, I think I'll leave the bending to you next time," Cesar says at last, simply rearranging his hair so that it no longer dangles across his eyes. "All things considered, though, that could have gone much worse than it did."
Caesar manages a weak sort of laugh as he shoves his own wet hair from his eyes. "You still need to learn how to bend. Just... in a controlled environment."
Although it was true that it could've gone much, much worse. Caesar paused for a moment, then tilted his head at the remains of the disaster and brought his other hand up to his chin, still holding his hair away from his face.
"... Now I want to know what they're made out of. That was an interesting reaction."
"That was interesting. I think, however, that we may have caused a scene," Cesar says, glancing discretely at the surrounding restaurant. Everything but them in the room is still and watching them, and the silence is thick enough to cut with a butter knife.
Cesar looks to his alternate self. "Should we leave?"
Caesar glanced around at that question and look at everyone staring at them. Then, his eyes settled on the bartender. The scientist's eyes widened and he stood up immediately.
"Uhm. Forget the tortillas. I think we should leave. Now."
"Feel free to lead the way, amigo." It's not that Cesar can't find the exit to this place right off by glancing around, but--he can't find the exit. It must be around a corner, but that one over there could also just as easily be the kitchens, or the bathrooms, or any other number of secreted enclaves.
Cesar scoots out of his seat at the booth, gesturing to the larger room. "After you."
Caesar picked up his datapad from the table, rather glad that he had waterproofed it after an earlier mishap had nearly ruined it. Still, he held it in his hand instead of putting it back in his pocket.
"Yes, uhm, right this way," Caesar spoke quickly, casting glances around at the others in the room as he began walking towards the exit.
Walking, not running. Because he was a man, and he wasn't going to run from this difficult situation. No, he was going to walk normally towards the door, ignoring the wet footprints that he left behind and the water dripping from his clothes. It was important to ignore all of that and walk a dignified walk towards the exit.
He was just glad it was past Rex's, Ben's, and Wally's bedtime. Caesar would never hear the end of it if they had seen this first hand.
Sqwuish, sqwuish, sqwuish, sqwuish. Caesar can be sure that his doppelganger is following him by sound alone: his boots got soaked during that last furious torrent.
And so the bedraggled, undignified pair departs, undoubtedly en route to causing even more mayhem in whatever poor, unsuspecting locale they steer themselves towards next.
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Date: 2012-02-26 05:07 am (UTC)There's a short pause, and Cesar sheepishly takes his elbows off the table, motioning to the now clear work surface.
"If you're getting better at food, then would you be so kind as to show me how it works?"
The smile is more genuine, now, though it's still small.
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Date: 2012-02-26 05:20 am (UTC)"How about we start with something you can try? It's easier to explain Bending if you're trying it." Caesar held up his palm and, very suddenly, there was a tiny tortilla on it, which he then half-tossed over to Cesar like a Frisbee. "It's all willpower. You have to feel as if it's the thing you most want at that moment. Remember the impression of it, not all the nitty gritty details--overthinking it will definitely cause you to fail, and that was my difficulty. Closing your eyes helps if you're new."
He paused again for a moment, then laughed, continuing to talk enthusiastically. "... Oh, and the likelihood of you getting it right off the bat is minimal. If you're lucky, you'll be able to Bend up something the first time like I did. And you definitely shouldn't try eating it--I know that from personal experience! Taste is one of the harder things to replicate, or at least it is for me...."
1/3
Date: 2012-02-26 05:49 am (UTC)"Remember the impression, and don't focus on the details," He repeats out loud dutifully.
After Caesar is done elaborating on the mistakes that could happen--all this gets from Cesar is a raised eyebrows and a stack of mental notes to himself--and Cesar finally nods, putting the tiny tortilla down.
2/3
Date: 2012-02-26 05:50 am (UTC)3/4 ha sorry, one more
Date: 2012-02-26 05:51 am (UTC)Cesar can't do anything for a few seconds but gape at it in amazement. When he finally moves again, it's to say, "I can see what you mean about the first tries not being edible."
Done.
Date: 2012-02-26 05:51 am (UTC)1/2 LMFAO FOREVER. |D
Date: 2012-02-26 06:03 am (UTC)2/2
Date: 2012-02-26 06:03 am (UTC)1/2
Date: 2012-02-26 06:19 am (UTC)2/2
Date: 2012-02-26 06:19 am (UTC)"Heh, that bad, huh?"
1/2 IT KEEPS ON COMING.
Date: 2012-02-26 06:30 am (UTC)Just to demonstrate, Caesar focuses for a moment and bends up his first tortilla, which is one bigger than his hand. That's important, as it immediately begins to sog over either side of his hand. He's managing to keep his laughter contained by shutting his mouth once more. He grabs one of the edges with his other hand and lets it stretch like weak taffy over on top of the remains of Cesar's tortilla.
2/2
Date: 2012-02-26 06:35 am (UTC)Quick! They gotta put the fire out!
1/?
Date: 2012-02-26 06:54 am (UTC)Re: 2/2
Date: 2012-02-26 06:55 am (UTC)"We need water!" he announces, squeezing his eyes shut and adopting a complete 'pretend you can move things with your mind' post, pressing a couple of fingers hard at either side of his head. A small globule of murky 'water' appears over the mess, hanging suspended like an oblong, wobbly bubble.
Done.
Date: 2012-02-26 06:58 am (UTC)"AH, NO!"
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Date: 2012-02-26 07:12 am (UTC)Okay, the thing he wanted more than anything at that very moment was a lot of water over the table. And sure enough, a lot of water hovers over the table and comes crashing down, dowsing the flame.
Unfortunately, he'd never tried to bend so much water before, and it ended up soaking the seats and the booths on either side of theirs. Caesar barely has time to try to cover his head before the water soaks him through almost immediately.
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Date: 2012-02-26 07:25 am (UTC)"If it's all the same, I think I'll leave the bending to you next time," Cesar says at last, simply rearranging his hair so that it no longer dangles across his eyes. "All things considered, though, that could have gone much worse than it did."
ICON TWIIIINS Sorta.
Date: 2012-02-26 07:30 am (UTC)Although it was true that it could've gone much, much worse. Caesar paused for a moment, then tilted his head at the remains of the disaster and brought his other hand up to his chin, still holding his hair away from his face.
"... Now I want to know what they're made out of. That was an interesting reaction."
LOL sorta
Date: 2012-02-26 07:40 am (UTC)Cesar looks to his alternate self. "Should we leave?"
That expression is PERFECT.
Date: 2012-02-26 07:44 am (UTC)"Uhm. Forget the tortillas. I think we should leave. Now."
LOL yes--all of them are. <3
Date: 2012-02-26 07:51 am (UTC)Cesar scoots out of his seat at the booth, gesturing to the larger room. "After you."
Re: LOL yes--all of them are. <3
Date: 2012-02-26 08:00 am (UTC)"Yes, uhm, right this way," Caesar spoke quickly, casting glances around at the others in the room as he began walking towards the exit.
Walking, not running. Because he was a man, and he wasn't going to run from this difficult situation. No, he was going to walk normally towards the door, ignoring the wet footprints that he left behind and the water dripping from his clothes. It was important to ignore all of that and walk a dignified walk towards the exit.
He was just glad it was past Rex's, Ben's, and Wally's bedtime. Caesar would never hear the end of it if they had seen this first hand.
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Date: 2012-02-26 08:08 am (UTC)And so the bedraggled, undignified pair departs, undoubtedly en route to causing even more mayhem in whatever poor, unsuspecting locale they steer themselves towards next.