forum Roleplay?

Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Sure!
And… ;) ))
Just you wait. I can write some sexy frickin soanish poetry. LOL ))

Cruz shifted his weight onto one foot, letting his shoulder hold him up aainst the frame of the door. He slid his foot to cross his ankles and arms, listening with a slight tilt of his head and bored glaze to his cocoa eyes.

Augustus shoved his bookmark into the page, answering her while he bent his arms back in a satisfying stretch, "I think we're okay today actually. The shelves have been sadly too full this week," he commented, "Hopefully stuff sells better next week,"

(lol)
(thanks)

Fae nodded, unsure if she should position her body in a way that Mr. Ponticelli could see Cruz's melancholy state or not, but she remained still, casuallu poised with her braid thrown over one shoulder. "I'd be happy to purchase something!", she, subtly eager. Something for Gran and Macha… Mum and Dad too…, she added silently, waiting hopefully for an answer, her lightly colored eyes still reflecting concern for her friend.

Augustus laughed softly, "By all means, don't let me stop you," he smiled, a grateful look in her boss's expression.

The tight noose of worry around her neck was significantly loosened at the prospect of shopping from such an inspirational place, and she turned to Cruz, the excitement in her eyes filtering through the gaps in her concern. "Would you mind showing me around a bit?", she asked, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet.

His eyebrows raised a little upon being addressed. He fpshifted his weight to bith feet, a little tension releasing from his spine. "Sure." He decided, walking to her from the doorway he was originally leaned against.

Cruz led her to one of the shelves, where Fae saw multiple little sculptures, vases and bowls displayed, their unique beauty accentuated in the light filtering through the store's windows. "Which is your favorite?", she asked him, eyeing one particular piece with heightened interest.

His other hand rested in his pocket, his usual mannerism. "Hm.." he let his eyes wander, skipping the pieces he'd created. He rested his fingertip to point at a deep, violet-blood-red sculpture of an hourglass, "This one is my favorite," Cruz smiled. His lips curled, in the familiar way she'd seen so often now. His melancholy thoughts were beginning to ease, with her helping the way.

(by the way, @Lil-Owl and @Natasha, Macha and Fae did originally live in Niagara Falls, but had to escape for an undisclosed reason, eventally making their way down to Seattle, where Fae was killed)

Relief lifting the oppressing weight of anxiety off her shoulders a bit at the sight of that familiar smile, Fae smiled back at him. "Is it something you would consider owning?", she asked, the happiness she felt flowing in gentle currents from her voice.

"I have a birthday coming up." He flashed a suggestive look to Fae, playful and knee-weakening— unintentionally. "First day of next month," he informed her, picking up the small, roughly palm sized object to admire, "I could always out this in the clay room somewhere until then so somebody else doesn't buy it," he suggested.

"Sure! I guess I know what I'm getting you.", she grinned, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach. "My birthday's on the 30th! Wait– your birthday is on April Fool's Day?!"

A grin spread, lifting his cheeks. "Ironic, isn't it? Well, not so much ironic. Funny," he laughed, resting an arm around her shoulders and comically leaning against one foot, "What can I say. My life's a big prank," he commented in a facetious tone, "What say you, yeah~?"

Shivers raced all the way down Fae's spine as Cruz lay an arm casually on her shoulders, but she was glad for the improvement in his demeanor. She smirked back. "I "It's Easter tomorrow, are you going to the Fair?", she asked, fingering a gorgeous platter in pale pink and white hues with a delicate flower design on one end, almost like the imprint left behind by a doily. It had little holes in the shape of leaves and flowers placed strategically among the pretty design.

"Fair?" He asked, "I haven't heard of any fair," he tilted his head with interest, keeping his arm there even as he normalized his weight on both feet. "Nah, I haven't really been to many fairs before. Carnaval celebrations, yeah. Or Mardi Gras for french people. Same thing," he partially rambled, eyes travelling about the store.

Confusion lit up Fae's eyes. "You've never been to the Easter Fair?", she asked, surprised. "The big annual fair down on Main Street, with the floats and the costumes and the egg hunt? The huge parade?" She slid the platter out from one of the shelves.

"Never been," he lightly admitted, with a shrug of one shoulder.

Fae scrunched her brow, befuddlement clouding her gaze. "Oh.", was all she said, puzzled. Studying the pretty platter, she smiled to herself. Mum would love this. Maybe I'll get it for her as an Easter present…, she thought happily. "Well, maybe we can go together this year.", she suggested, flicking a few stray wisps of hair out of her face and ruffling her undersized turquoise wings, careful not to knock anything over. "I'm already going with one of my other friends, Macha, maybe you can meet us there? It's tomorrow through most of next week, I think.", she added.

He followed her gaze to the plate, a pensive glaze sweeping over his cacoa eyes. His jaw followed his head in a small nod, "Yeah, I'm down with that.. Can I get your phone number?" He asked, eyes flickering back to her face, pensive gloss replaced with his characteristic flicker of interest.

Fae's confusion as to why her heart was suddenly racing mingled with a strange sort of excitement as she pulled her phone from her pocket. "Sure!", she replied, struggling to keep her voice light and steady. "716-312-125.", she said, clicking her tongue when she noticed she had a new message from Macha. "What's yours?", she asked in return, smiling a bit at her background, a picture of Macha being used as a perch for all of her 19 dragons back at home.

(fun fact: I'm pretty sure 716 is the area code for Niagara Falls, NY, and 3, 12, 1, 25, are the places of the letters for 'clay' in the alphabet, if that makes any sense)

Thud Sabine hit the ground, still running. She tapped her earpiece. "Dad he's really fast. I can barely keep up with him." She jumped onto a trash can, then jumped up onto the roof. Then take a shortcut. He's heading for that pottery shop by our house. Sabine gasped. She couldn't let anyone get hurt. It was strange doing this without her friend Carla.

AHHH )

He relayed his own phone number back to her, a peek of a smile teasing the corners of his lips.

Augustus knocked the wood of a shelf behind them, smiling playfully at his two employees. "What's going on?" He asked with friendly-but partially questionable towards their choice of pasttime-tone.