I died and woke up in an otome game (BL)

Chapter 73 : Dinner and the drama that accompanies it

lmao my author's note just says "I misspelled bowl like three times"

After the butler placed down the food with a glorious flourish, I hesitantly picked up my salad fork (I think??? There are like seventeen forks here, mini-pope, I forgot most of my "noble" training immediately after I learned it!) and stabbed a small, red tomato and ate it.

It burst into my mouth, the flavor was overflowingly sweet and wet. I never liked tomatoes, and I still don't. I forced myself to power through the pain of the slimy feeling of the liquid and seeds trailing down my throat. I shivered and gagged. 

Goddess, I hate tomato juice.

Overall the salad was a good, standard salad. Albeit with a strange blue dress that I didn't dislike. Go Thanato's minion!

During this time, I made sure to keep talking with Dale.

Yes, DALE.

This is a lot, brain.

"So, Dormant, what are you?" I asked rudely.

What? I know when I'm rude.

"What do you mean?" His voice was deep. Like titanic deep.

I miss Leonardo De Caprio... and kate whatsherface.

"Well, it's clear you aren't human. Obviously." I snorted, "So It stands to reason your some other creature. And I can't keep calling you the dragon master in my head."

"Dragon...Mas-"He started, but stopped, speechless. "Can't you just call me by my name?"

"Can't," Apologetically fake smile.

"Hmm."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Exactly. What are you?"

"...I could ask you the same thing, Deamon. You are not entirely human either."

The threat in his voice didn't phase me, "Either? So you're a half-breed?"

"...Technically." He gritted out.

"This seems painful for you. Are you in pain?"

"No."

"Really? is it like some magically binding thing where you can't spill your secret identity and I have to guess? Like Bella? In twilight? Ooo, how fun! Okay, let me guess, and you tell me if I'm right!"

"Who is this...Bella, that you speak of?"

"Mm, she's a typical American teenage girl who moves to Washington- that's a state- and falls in love with a vampire who can't tell her he's a vampire and befriends a werewolf who also can't tell her he's a werewolf so she figures it out and tells them she knows. It is a very dramatic and beautiful story I quite liked as an ignorant child. Breaking dawn, part two, was a cinematic masterpiece."

"Cine...mat...ic..."

"-Course, part one was amazing as well. I was like, seven when it came out and sex wasn't a thing that had entered my stratosphere yet. Or births. Or babies. I knew you had to go to the hospital to have one, and that it grew in a woman's belly, but that's about it."

"...Yes, but what is a cine..matic masterpiece?"

"A movie, Frodo."

"...What is--"

"Moving pictures." I interrupted.

He seems to have given up at this point.

"Vampire?"

"Isn't that what you are?"

"Close but the [Author] didn't want multiple stories to have vampire protagonists. She's going through her annual vampire craze." I answered.