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 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!
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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.