forum Am I bored? Yes- do I wanna start a rp-? Also yes-

Started March 05, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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“I'm glad to hear that.” she said sincerely. “I did not realize you were also an colormancer.” she commented, catching sight of his supplies.

He chuckles. “I dabble in the arts…”

Meg nodded simply at his words. “And what masterpiece are you working on today?” she asked, tempted to look at the picture.

“You.” He shows her the finished product. A lifelike drawing of her. It was almost like he had trapped her in the grimoire. He smiles.

Meg blushed at both his reply and the image he had captured of her. “Oh! It's bonita.” she complimented. “Though I think you may have been generous.”

He laughs softly. “I just drew from memory.” He smiles warmly, setting his grimoire down.

“Incredible.” she murmured, unable to find any other words to express her thoughts. “You are very talented.”

He blushes slightly. “Oh th-thanks…”

“I mean it.” she insists politely. “I doubt that I could draw anything like this from memory.”

He smiles, looking at her. She was too noice. Her personality was on point. Even if he hardy knew her. He laughs softly. “Well…thank you…”

Meg smiled softly and nodded before looking back at the picture, unsure of what else to say.

He smiles, then carefully rips out the page and gives it to her. “Here…”

“Oh, no. I couldn't possibly accept this.” she said, shaking her head. “It's too much.”

He laughs, “It’s only charcoal and oil pastel. Please, take it.” He sets the drawing in her hands.

“Thank you, sir.” Meg smiled softly, finally accepting the picture. “It really is bonita.”

He hums. “Good. That means you have self love…” he smiles.

Meg raised a brow at the comment but nodded thoughtfully. “I never really thought about it like that. I just meant that your art is bonita.” she explained.

He chuckles. “Well its a drawing of you…so…youre calling yourself bonita. As you should.”

Meg nearly giggled and shook her head. “It's the way you drew me that I was complimenting.” she countered. “I'm rather plain.”

He rolls his peepers. “Oh please.” He smiles, “I drew you from memory. From how i saw you. And i drew you as is.”

“And that is impressive but I still believe that you may have been generous.” she smiled back.

He shakes his head, laughing.

Meg blushed, trying not to laugh with him at how silly their little argument was.

He chuckles, “well. If youre not busy the day before overmorrow, would you like to take a stroll with me?”

“I would like that.” Meg nodded with a sincere smile. “Would the day before overmorrow post-meridian jaunt suit you? I am supposed to help my mother bake in the morning.”

He nods. “Of course.” He hums, relaxing a little. She was so sweet. At least he could have a friend outside of the palace. “Maybe I should stop by your mothers bakery someday.”

“Thank you.” she said gratefully, glad to have met someone so kind. “You would certainly be welcome to visit. My mother would love to meet such a gentleman as yourself.”

He smiles brightly, then tenses as he hears a few royal guards approaching. They were early…he stands. “I need to go. Ill see you the day before overmorrow!” He rushes off once more.

Meg returned his smile before he stood up. She had to admit it was strange that he kept having to run off when the guards started appearing. And he didn't seem like a criminal or anything. But as she left the fountain and headed home, she decided she would ask him about that the day before overmorrow.

The next day, Aaron walks into Meg’s shop, looking around and smiling. It smelled amazing. Freshly baked bumberhooten flourknuckles and other goods. He takes a deep breath and hums softly.