Island Hopper

[Associated with The Pelago Islands] 16,180G

[marveloushello]

Parting Gift || Open (to multiple Shade Apartments inhabitants)

[marveloushello]

angeloftheisles

Angelo’s smile spread further into a grin at the greeting, finding the enthusiasm infectious. It was a shame he had never spoken to the man: he got the feeling they would have gotten along well. Maybe it would teach him to put a little more effort into getting to know his neighbours now.

“That’s really kind, thank you. It’ll be sad to see you gone, but I won’t argue with an excuse for cupcakes,” he laughed. He carefully selected one of the little cakes offered to him, though really they were all practically identical, then bent to scoop Icarus up in his free hand. It was getting distracting trying to keep him inside.

“I’m Angelo. Angelo Michaels. Did you want to come in for a cup of tea or something, or did you want to keep going with your deliveries?”

Once the cupcake left the box, Porcoline slid the lid closed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angelo! I’d be delighted to join you for a cup. I have plenty of time.“ He might as well stop in for a chat and take the opportunity to learn a little something about one another. It was always nice to get the chance to make a new friend.

Without thinking about it, he reached out his free hand to shake. Oops, right, Angelo’s hands were full. Instead, Porcoline’s fingers hovered tentatively over the kitten the young man was carrying. “Does this fluffy little darling take kindly to pettings from cupcake-bearing strangers?”

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The kitten in question seemed more than accepting of the hand hovering over his head, stretching up to sniff curiously at it before licking Porcoline's fingertips. Icarus certainly didn't shy away from anything he wanted to know about.

"His name is Icarus. I only just got him, so he's still learning not to scratch and bite when he plays, but he loves people. And food. Pets and their owners I guess," Angelo laughed. Once he thought Icarus had spent long enough licking their new friend, he stepped aside so that he wasn't blocking the door.

"Sorry about the mess. I try to keep it confined, but I still end up with canvases and stuff everywhere."

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Floral Art || Licorice and Angelo

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Licorice thought on his question. The phone wasn’t too interesting to her, but she’d have to try remembering it one day. She couldn’t keep relying on strangers. Not to mention, it was embarrassing not to know.

“Please. Though I can’t promise I’ll remember. My apologies.” Licorice replied. He seemed to entertained in some way by the situation. He had just chuckled at the fact she didn’t know how to use the phone. It was better than Hart, who laughed an almost rude amount. It was also one thing she’d never admit to Elise. She could only imagine the training she’d force on her. It was horrifying.

She moved next to the man in order to see the screen. She began intently watching him, wanting to know what he was doing. She was hoping that it was similar to sending an email. Or something along those lines. That was all she knew how to do, and expanding on previous knowledge was easier than gaining new knowledge.

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Once Licorice had settled beside him, Angelo adjusted himself and the angle of the phone so that she could see clearly. It seemed straight forward enough so far, so hopefully he wouldn't make an idiot of himself working it out as he went.

"This icon is how you open your contacts. So basically your phone book." He explained to her. He continued to talk as he went through each step, glad there didn't seem to be any trick to it. If somebody else had picked the phone for her, they had done well at making sure it was user friendly at least.

Finally he opened the 'contact photo' option, opening the camera and leaning in to Licorice's side a little more to snap a quick selfie with her for it. He usually wouldn't without asking, but it was on her phone and she had complete control of it at least. She could easily delete it if she wanted to.

"Oh, nice camera. I bet you can take amazing photos with this."

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Let Them Eat Cake || Closed

Bought a Who Cut The Cheesecake (full) from Mon Cherry [2,500G] (@apiescatch)

Angelo knew he should have waited a couple more days to visit his parents, but it had made sense at the time. Visit his parents a couple days early to celebrate his birthday, then get to spend the actual day at home. Maybe he should have made plans for what to do with the day though, rather than deciding to wing it and realising he had no idea how he wanted to celebrate it.

So in the end, he had settled on buying an entire cheesecake for himself and sharing a slice with his cat. Maybe he would take some down to the beach later to watch the sunset. It was his own fault for not thinking ahead, but this really did sound depressing if he imagined it from an outside perspective.

Oh well. He had cake.

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angeloftheisles:

Angelo felt his breath catch and his cheeks heat up in response to the smile, automatically looking away from the man and down at his sketch. The smile was breathtaking, he could happily admit that, but being caught staring always flustered him. At least he knew he had been this time, and the man didn’t seem too put out by it. He tilted his head forward a little more, letting his loosened hair fall around his face to hide him as he fixed a few lines.

He could only resist another look for a second though, glancing back up through the curtain of curls so that he could hopefully get that smile down on paper before he lost it.

Satisfied with the slight edits to his half finished sketch he stood, taking the pen and napkin in hand and approaching the stranger’s table. The warmth in his cheeks had calmed down, but he was sure his embarrassment still showed in his smile as he stood there.

“Hi, I’m Angelo,” he introduced himself as he absently tucked his pen behind his ear. He stuffed the napkin half into his pocket so that he could fold his hands together behind his back, wanting them out of the way if he had nothing to occupy them for the time being. “I wanted to apologise if I made you uncomfortable by staring.”

Writing down the next few ideas for his next perfumery project, he keeps both Father Gerard and Marian in mind. They were willing to be testers for his new line, and he very much valued their input on it. He knew one thing for sure: both adored sandalwood. Muttering something under his breath, Klaus pauses when he realizes somebody’s presence was lingering by him. The dandy turns his head to face the person, whose features were quite petite and androgynous; he couldn’t bring himself to assign a gender to the person- despite their name and looks. For all he knows, perhaps this person just preferred to be simply just Angelo. And Klaus could respect that.  “Why hello Angelo,… My name is Klaus Fitzgerald. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” 

The old man was always up for striking new conversations with strangers, despite being so private himself. “Oh no. You did not. It isn’t that strange to stare at others- I too, enjoy people watching from time to time. Humans are fascinating creatures, aren’t they? “ 

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Oh no, even his voice was nice. And he talks like a gentleman. Everyone was beautiful in some way in Angelo's eyes, but even he had to admit that some people were just attractive all over to ridiculous degrees. Klaus was rapidly proving to be one of those: well dressed, well spoken, stunning smile, and eyes like sunshine. His fingers were already itching again with the need to draw.

"I'm glad you weren't bothered. Some people take offence to me drawing them without asking, but I don't really think straight once inspiration strikes." He had to hold back the automatic joke that he never thought straight, figuring it was kind of overdone anyway. Lame, over used jokes were for friends. Not gorgeous strangers in cafés.

[marveloushello]

Parting Gift || Open (to multiple Shade Apartments inhabitants)

[marveloushello]

angeloftheisles

The knock on the door was a surprise. He hadn’t been caught up in his art, so for once Angelo was pretty sure he hadn’t missed any messages to expect company. He checked his phone on the way to the door anyway just in case, making a curious noise when he confirmed there was nothing there.

Angelo pulled the door open, using one foot to hold back the curious ball of fur trailing at his heels, and gave a bright smile to the man on the other side. He recognised him from around the building but knew admittedly nothing about him. That wouldn’t stop him being friendly though.

“Hi! Was something the matter?”

“Marvelous hello!” Porcoline gave the man behind the doorway just as bright a smile in return. Spotting the movement of something fuzzy in his periphery, he glanced down toward Angelo’s feet. Goodness, what a cute kitty!

“Oh, no, nothing’s the matter. I’m just getting ready to move to a new residence, and I thought I’d like to come say my farewells and pass out cupcakes to all you wonderful people.“ He slid a forearm beneath the box to support it and popped open the top. The cupcakes inside were all vanilla, just to play it safe.

“We haven’t been introduced yet, have we?“ He’s seen Angelo around a few times, but he couldn’t recall ever speaking to him before. “I am Porcoline de Sainte-Coquille.“

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Angelo's smile spread further into a grin at the greeting, finding the enthusiasm infectious. It was a shame he had never spoken to the man: he got the feeling they would have gotten along well. Maybe it would teach him to put a little more effort into getting to know his neighbours now.

"That's really kind, thank you. It'll be sad to see you gone, but I won't argue with an excuse for cupcakes," he laughed. He carefully selected one of the little cakes offered to him, though really they were all practically identical, then bent to scoop Icarus up in his free hand. It was getting distracting trying to keep him inside.

"I'm Angelo. Angelo Michaels. Did you want to come in for a cup of tea or something, or did you want to keep going with your deliveries?"

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Wolf Among The Sheep || Angelo & Klaus

Eyes like the sun. That was what Angelo noticed first about the man across the café. The Carosello Café was one of his favourite places to just sit and people watch and he was kicking himself for leaving his sketchbook at home; his logic had been something about not wanting to get food on it, but now he wished he had brought one anyway. There was very little that was more maddening than feeling inspired and having no outlet.

He had finally caved and found a spare paper napkin to draw on though. It wasn’t ideal, but between that and the pen that had been holding his hair up, at least he had something. It wouldn’t capture the gorgeous golden eyes or the rich green jacket (was it some kind of suit? It looked kind of formal, but he couldn’t see all that clearly) but it was enough to get the shape of the man down. He would remember the colours. He always remembered people better in colours than in what they actually looked liked.

He just hoped he could get a sketch done before he weirded the stranger out with his staring.

@dandywolfe

[dandywolfe-blog]

Sometimes it’s easier to think clearer with a change of scenery. Well, it was something that Klaus liked to believe. Starting off the new year, the dandy had many aspirations and goals in mind. Perhaps it was due to old age, or feeling rejuvenated with his new life- the man himself was quite inspired to start a new business. Now, he knew it wouldn’t be too easy- it never was. It costed a good chunk of money, and Klaus himself knew that making the funds through honest means wasn’t going to do him any favors upon reaching that dream any sooner. And that was fine. He rather not deal with the dirty work no longer. He was a changed man, for better or for worse. But, he liked to think he was leaning towards the good. Smiling quietly to himself, he takes notes of his inventions and ideas for the next step towards reaching his dreams. It may take until he’s way into his forties to possibility make it– but does it matter? What matters is that he’s doing something today, right here, right now. His pen stops while he notices a person watching him.

How quaint. 

And as sly as ever, he produces a warm friendly smile with a head tilt. Thus returning back to his work. There was no shame in people watching, for this old wolf had been doing just that for nearly all his life.

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Angelo felt his breath catch and his cheeks heat up in response to the smile, automatically looking away from the man and down at his sketch. The smile was breathtaking, he could happily admit that, but being caught staring always flustered him. At least he knew he had been this time, and the man didn't seem too put out by it. He tilted his head forward a little more, letting his loosened hair fall around his face to hide him as he fixed a few lines.

He could only resist another look for a second though, glancing back up through the curtain of curls so that he could hopefully get that smile down on paper before he lost it.

Satisfied with the slight edits to his half finished sketch he stood, taking the pen and napkin in hand and approaching the stranger's table. The warmth in his cheeks had calmed down, but he was sure his embarrassment still showed in his smile as he stood there.

"Hi, I'm Angelo," he introduced himself as he absently tucked his pen behind his ear. He stuffed the napkin half into his pocket so that he could fold his hands together behind his back, wanting them out of the way if he had nothing to occupy them for the time being. "I wanted to apologise if I made you uncomfortable by staring."

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My Guardian Angel ll ray&angelo

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Angelo laughed at the dramatic display, though he couldn’t say it was uncalled for: he knew very well how dull an empty store was. Surprise coffee deliveries from friends who lived a half day boat ride away were definitely more exciting. He had been due to visit his parents though, so he had convinced a friend to feed Icarus for a couple days and here he was.

“I think you’re happier to see the coffee than you are to see me,” he teased even as he set the tray down on the counter, putting one coffee directly in front of Ray and a small plastic container beside it. No surprises in half measures. “You haven’t even spotted the pudding yet. You have to be desperate.”

He was just glad Ray actually was working. This would have been much less smooth and a million times more awkward if he wasn’t. But apparently the complaints about always being at work might not be an exaggeration after all.

“You can’t prove that.” Ray shot back, not wanting to point out that he himself couldn’t exactly… disprove it either. His hands reached for the coffee quickly, flipping the lid to sniff at the contents before taking his first long sip.

Chagall Cafe sure knew how to make a good vanilla latte, and their desserts were nothing to scoff at either. When his eyes landed on the pudding he felt as though he was melting. This was honestly one of the best surprises he had received in a long time.

“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you? Because it’s worked. I’m pretty sure this is a proposal, and I accept.”

Ray gestured to the chair next to him, behind the counter, taking a seat in his usual rolling chair. He probably wasn’t supposed to let Angelo behind the counter with him but… it was really unlikely any other customers were going to come in anyways.

“Now… are you actually in Leuda just because of me or should I be prepared for some wild tale of you meeting a girl on the internet and her actually being three kids in a trenchcoat?”

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Angelo's grin only grew brighter at each enthusiastic reaction from Ray, content to stand there and watch him with his own coffee and take away pudding in hand for now. In the most platonic way possible, his friend really was adorable. The reactions were definitely worth the trouble of stopping by.

"You figured out my plan. But at least it worked," he laughed. He set his own drink and pudding on the counter - far away from Ray's enough that they wouldn't mix up the two - and moved around it to accept the offered seat. He would get out of the way if a customer or Ray's boss appeared, but he wouldn't say no to sitting for a while. "Think the café will cater our wedding? I bet the cake would be incredible."

He snorted at the question. "That was one time! What are the odds of it happening a second time?" As if he could even figure out how dating sites worked. Somehow they had only ever confused him. "No, came to spend a couple days with my parents. Figured I'd pick up some paints while I was here and remind you why I'm the best friend in the world."

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My Guardian Angel ll ray&angelo

@angeloftheisles

Why was it so… dead. The bad weather was so persistent just as spring seemed so close on the horizon and just wanted to keep Ray as isolated and bored as possible inside Art from the Heart.

Who knows- maybe the cute teacher would come back? Or maybe the building would collapse and he could crawl out of the rubble and go home?

This day he did hear the gentle chime over the door this day, and he could feel a warm feeling in his stomach at the sight of his good friend.

“Angelo! If that latte is for me I’ll cry, you’re an actual blessing!” He slumped over the counter dramatically, reaching for the tray of drinks with his lower lip sticking out. “It’s like you sensed me slowly rotting away here and came to save me!”

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Angelo laughed at the dramatic display, though he couldn't say it was uncalled for: he knew very well how dull an empty store was. Surprise coffee deliveries from friends who lived a half day boat ride away were definitely more exciting. He had been due to visit his parents though, so he had convinced a friend to feed Icarus for a couple days and here he was.

"I think you're happier to see the coffee than you are to see me," he teased even as he set the tray down on the counter, putting one coffee directly in front of Ray and a small plastic container beside it. No surprises in half measures. "You haven't even spotted the pudding yet. You have to be desperate."

He was just glad Ray actually was working. This would have been much less smooth and a million times more awkward if he wasn't. But apparently the complaints about always being at work might not be an exaggeration after all.

[marveloushello]

Parting Gift || Open (to multiple Shade Apartments inhabitants)

It was high time Porcoline moved someplace roomier and with fewer rodents scuttling in the walls. He didn’t have the heart to lay out traps for the little furry creatures, but they made terrible roommates. The last straw was when he woke up to one scampering across his face.

Although Porcoline hadn’t talked much with the other residents of Shade Apartments in his short time staying there, he wanted to give them a neighborly goodbye before he set off to greener pastures. So, he swung by the bakery and picked up some cupcakes. And ate a couple of them along the way back to the apartment building.

Porcoline knocked on his soon-to-be ex-neighbor’s door and waited, box of cupcakes clutched in his hands.

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The knock on the door was a surprise. He hadn't been caught up in his art, so for once Angelo was pretty sure he hadn't missed any messages to expect company. He checked his phone on the way to the door anyway just in case, making a curious noise when he confirmed there was nothing there.

Angelo pulled the door open, using one foot to hold back the curious ball of fur trailing at his heels, and gave a bright smile to the man on the other side. He recognised him from around the building but knew admittedly nothing about him. That wouldn't stop him being friendly though.

"Hi! Was something the matter?"

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angeloftheisles:

Looking For Friends (for my cat)

REQUEST BOARD: Explorer’s Guild

DATE OF REQUEST: 6/2/2018

LOCATION: Arcadia

NUMBER OF PEOPLE: Any

REWARD: Friendship?

DETAILS: I recently adopted a kitten and want to set up ‘play dates’ of a sort for him! I’m home most of the time, so I’m not worried about him getting lonely and don’t want to adopt another cat until I’m sure I could handle two, but I know it’s important for him to socialise with other cats too. So if anyone on Arcadia has a kitty they want to socialise too, call me on xxx-xxx-xxxx and we can set something up!

Laney stopped by and read the board. She always liked to lend a hand to those in need. She took out her phone and typed in the number, pausing before hitting the call button. Momo could use a cat friend. Of course, he had Muku but maybe he needed to socialize with a cat this time. She nodded at her choice and pressed the call button, holding it to her ear, hearing it ring a few times. 

When the other person picked up she cleared her throat and stated her purpose. 

“Hello. This is Laney. I saw your request about needing a friend for your cat and I have a cat myself. Maybe we could meet up some time?”

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By the time his phone rang from the request he'd posted, Angelo had almost forgotten about it. Once he remembered that (and the one about his freelance work), the unfamiliar number had him scrambling a little in his haste to pick up. It was either about his cat, or his art, so that was important.

"Hello?"

Hearing the explanation made him grin broadly, setting aside his pencils to pay full attention to the call. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the subject of the conversation stretching out on what had once been a perfectly neat stack of sketchbooks. As neat as anything could be when dumped on the floor in the corner of a room anyway.

"A cat play date or something. That sounds great! My name is Angelo by the way!" Had he put that on the request? He probably should have, but that didn't mean he did. "That sounds great. When are you free?"

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Minigames

Old Total: [10,200G]

New Total: [18,680G]

Large Ladybug [+580G]

Rainbow Beetle [+600G]

Southern Butterfly [+800G]

Caucasus Beetle [+520G]

Spotted Locust [+190G]

Spotted Pond Frog [+300G]

Helena Morpho [+650G]

Rainbow Beetle [+600G]

Kobane Grasshopper [+150G]

Brown Cricket [+300G]

Total: [+4,690G]

Trumpet Mushroom [+440G]

Red Herb [+250G]

Sage [+400G]

Glass Stone [+200G]

Pretty Carapace [+630G]

Broken Hilt [+540G]

Elli Leaves [+500G]

Blackberry [+360]

Insect Carapace [+120G]

White Herb [+350G]

Total: [+3,790]

Proof:

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Are You Kitten | Angelo & Georgia

The sound of the little bell over the door was almost completely drowned out by animal noises as Angelo entered the pet shop. It was a general animal shop technically - they were a farming island after all - but it was only the small, pet sized animals in the entry of the store, greeting customers with their respective sounds. The bunnies were quiet, but between the cats, dogs, birds, and…was that a wolf? there was hardly room to think. Angelo had nothing against noise - it was silence that usually unsettled him - but even he couldn’t imagine spending hours in here every day.

Today though, he would spend however much time he needed to. He was on a mission.

“Hello?” he called out as he approached the counter, just loud enough to be heard over the cacophony now behind him. “Someone here?”

@rxzberries

[angeloftheisles-blog]

The woman who appeared from the back was adorable. He got the feeling it was probably how he looked when he was disturbed from his art - frazzled and things sticking out of his hair - but it was endearing. He just hoped he hadn't come in at a bad time or something.

"Hi! I was uh, looking to adopt a kitten?" That wasn't meant to sound so uncertain. He was definitely getting a kitten today. He just still had this irrational voice in the very back of his mind that something would stop him from achieving that goal though. "I have everything but food all set up for them. I was just hoping maybe I could play with them a little before choosing one?"

Did he look like an idiot? He had never adopted a pet before and wasn't really sure what he was doing. He didn't want her to think he was a complete fool who wouldn't be able to take care of the poor thing though.

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Floral Art || Licorice and Angelo

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“I’m sure that with a small piece of paper with general care instructions you will do fine in raising the flower. It’s quite gorgeous, and will be a gentle reminder of winter during the spring.” Licorice assured with a small smile. The man seemed very observant. She wasn’t quite sure, but he seemed almost calm as he looked around the gardens and her. If anything, she took it as a compliment. He relaxed in her gardens, what more could she wish for from a guest?

Licorice smiled as she took the note the man gave her. Her smile grew… disheartened as she saw his phone number and email on there. She had bought a fancy phone to take photos of the plant specimens and then send them to Hart to upload and format for websites of research papers. Otherwise, she didn’t know how to use it.

“My apologies. Could you…. Perhaps put your contact directly into my cell phone. I’m not quite sure how to use it.” Licorice replied with a bit of shame. She wasn’t proud that she couldn’t use a phone, but hoped the man didn’t mind. She handed him the phone. Of course it had no lock, she didn’t know how to install one.

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The assurance that she would give him care instructions made Angelo nod, giving Licorice a vague sound to indicate that he would be fine with that. He was too scatterbrained to be sure he would have any luck with the plant, no matter now plain the instructions were, but he figured it was worth trying. If he got really desperate, he supposed he could ask her for advice.

He didn't mean to, but Angelo couldn't quite help giggling at the request to help. She came across so cool and intelligent, so knowing that Licorice had been bested by a phone just amused him.

"No problems, I'm sure I can work it out. Did you want to watch so you know how next time?" At least contacts were pretty easy on most phones. He could do something that simple, even if he knew nothing about her particular device.

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angeloftheisles:

The stern look only made Angelo laugh harder, his shoulders shaking if he tried to repress it. Phillip wasn’t innocent, but the lack of a dirty mind was endearing.

“Trust me, it’s way less weird when it’s happening. You’ll understand when you’re older.” Okay so Phillip was older than him, but that wasn’t the point.

The ‘threats’ were amusing enough on their own, but the wink startled a loud snort of laughter from him. It definitely gave the last sentence a very different spin. Not one he expected from his friend either.

“Oh Phil, please punish me,” he teased back in a half hearted falsetto. His voice wasn’t exactly deep, so making himself sound feminine didn’t take much.

Angelo grinned, returning the heart with his own hands. “I love you too, my dear Knight In Shining Circuit Boards. I sleep better at night knowing you’re there to digitally defend my honour.” It was actually incredibly touching that Phillip was willing to look out for him that way if it came to it, but he didn’t want to ruin a fun, silly conversation by getting unnecessarily sappy. That could wait.

He gave him another look, more of a ‘oh come on’ than anythng else. He was trying to be serious and…he gets laughed at!! Not fair to him! He didn’t blame Angelo, though. He always had a weird sense of humour anyway.

Phillip rolled his eyes with a half smile. When he was older? Get real now. He knew about all that stuff, it just…well not that it wasn’t his cup of tea, he just wasn’t sure how to approach it–and at this point he was afraid to ask.

He internally groaned, stepping back. He held his arms up in an X and shook his head quickly. ‘No way. Not happening with that. You could pay someone to I’m sure. Go stand in the corner or something in timeout.’

Phillip had to grin at the compliments. Of course he was awesome, that’s what he was there for. ‘A maiden’s honour is nothing to shy away from. I use my sword…FOR JUSTICE!’ He put his fists on his hips and puffed his chest out, straightening up…then went into a silent laugh again.

‘So you get coverage from the FBI through me I get…well I get… paper with attempted drawings on it, right?’ He winked. He knew how Angelo was with his art, and he loved him for it. ‘And the blessing of trying to remind you were you left your stuff in that pile of apartment. Kind of evens out, doesn’t it?’

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Angelo pouted mockingly at the refusal, slumping in his seat as he 'sulked'. He would never get tired of Phillip reacting to his jokes, so it was lucky that Phillip never seemed to get tired of reacting either. That or he really just wasn't getting used to a lot of them.

"You're like Cyber Batman. We'll have to get you a butler," Angelo laughed. Phillip really was a complete dork and he loved him dearly for it. There was nothing better than a friend you can actually have fun with. "Unless you're the maid type I guess. Then we can just go to that café some time."

Angelo flicked through his sketchbook absently while he spoke, eventually stopping when he landed on a blank page. His pencil was back in his hand and he quickly scribbled out what was obviously meant to be Phillip with a superhero outfit, though it was much more like a child's drawing than his actual works were. He framed the image with "The Dork Knight" in his neatest writing though before he pulled the page out, offering it to Phillip with a playful grin.

"Speaking of, here's your latest payment. You know you definitely got the better deal here."

[angeloftheisles-blog]

Making Money

Expenses:

Rent [-1,000]

Earnings:

Job 1 [+1,500]

Job 2 [+1,000]

Took an open [+500]

Made an open (request) [+500]

Total:

Old Total: [7,700G]

Total Profit: [+2,500G]

New Total: [10,200G]

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Nostalgia || Open

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angeloftheisles:

The closeness was a little odd, but Angelo remained obligingly still as he was inspected. It wasn’t as though he minded strangers getting in his personal space: he was just used it it being the other way around.

The hug took him even more by surprise, though once she introduced herself it only took another short moment for him to remember. Claire! Now that was a name he hadn’t thought about for a while. Running into her was far from unwelcome though.

He wrapped his arms around her excitedly, laughing as he returned the excited hug. If she was the Claire he was thinking of, she hadn’t changed much. Which, considering he was still basically the same too, really wasn’t a bad thing.

“No way! I asked around when I moved here a few years back, but I got told you went to the mainland! Are you back in Arcadia? Or are you visiting?” he questioned her, still hugging her tightly. He hadn’t expected to be running into a childhood friend today, but there were certainly worse surprises. “How have you been? It’s been so long. We have so much to catch up on!”

Seeing his reactions being so joyous it felt contagious, she couldn’t help but follow behind his laughter and smile from ear to ear. It’s so nice to see a familiar face in a wonderful place like home! “Yeah! I moved a while back but, now im back! I’m here to stay forever!” That statement alone amplified her happiness, pulling herself away only slightly to intake this moment, holding onto his gaze.

“I’ve been… Great! I’m super excited to be back! Has anything changed?! We do have too much to catch up on!” And at that moment, her stomach decided to pitch in it’s two cents, growling uncontrollably… Yep. Absolutely nothing has changed. Claire still had an appetite of three voids. 

“But perhaps we could talk it over with some pancakes?” But finding a place to eat was out of Claire’s field. It’s only been a day since she’s arrived and has no idea where things are quite yet. Exciting as it’s sounds, she spend most of her time figuring out where to live… But that’s a problem to think about at a later time. The stomach has spoken. She fully peeled herself from their embrace, but quick to wrap her arms around his and clung to it tightly. 

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It was good to see Claire was as vibrant and energetic as ever. She had always been a walking ball of sunshine and knowing that she hadn't dulled that was a reassurance: Angelo couldn't think of much that was more tragic than how often good things had their light dimmed by sheer exposure to the world. Claire was as bright and bubbly as she had been when they were kids though and it was good to see.

"Forever is good! But I haven't seen you since I was ten and I left: of course stuff has changed. Not much, but something must have," he laughed. Fourteen years worth of catch up to do. And yet now that she had asked, he wasn't actually sure anything major really had changed. Nothing that mattered now anyway.

The position change earned another laugh and Angelo crooked his arm slightly, hooking it into the hold rather than just letting it hang there. Claire really hadn't changed, and he was always hungry, so breakfast sounded like a great plan to him. "There's a bakery that does great pancakes nowadays actually. My treat. So how long have you been back?" He started leading Claire away from the waves, off the beach and back to town. They got a few steps before he thought to turn back and grab her sandals for her, carrying them in his spare hand since both of hers were occupied. He assumed she would want them back on until they were off the sand anyway.

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“I appreciate the concept of you donating your work immensely. Though I know you’d possibly be working hours on a commission. Many artists do from my knowledge. I’d like to pay you for your time in some manner. Even if it’s small.” Licorice replied with a gentle nod. He seemed to want to donate it, but Licorice didn’t feel comfortable just taking the donation alone. Then an idea popped into her head.

“Though I’d be willing to give you a potted flower if you’re interested. It’s selectively bred and hand grown by me. They’re quite gorgeous and of the highest grade. Should you choose to sell it it’ll make a small fortune and I wouldn’t be offended in the slightest. Should you choose to keep it, it’ll make a gorgeous centerpiece in a room or table.” Licorice offered. This made much more sense to her as they’d be trading products they both put their time into. This also gave him the option to make money, possibly even more money than his painting would make. Thought she wouldn’t say that.

“Would that be satisfactory to you?” Licorice asked curiously. She wanted to settle the deal before she could lose out on the option. She then realized how much of Alicia’s abrasive and quick witted mentality had rubbed off on her. She didn’t mind it though it was definitely a new feeling and a new mentality. She felt herself becoming more confident… in the gardens at least.

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Licorice had a very calm beauty about her, Angelo decided. Like flowers she tended, she looked delicate, but he had no doubt there was more to her than met the eye. Her presence was a relaxing one though, something that forced you to slow down so you could take your time in appreciating it.

"So long as it's nothing too delicate to take care of, that sounds great: I'm kind of a black thumb. I wouldn't want to sell it, but I'd hate to accidentally kill it." As far as he was concerned, it was a piece of art. Just a different medium than he worked with. He wouldn't feel right just selling it, and having a plant at home would be nice too. Like a little piece of the gardens to help him when the inspiration got stuck between his brain and hand.

He fished out the little notepad he carried with him suddenly, glad he had something to write on that wasn't a torn piece of sketchbook paper. It worked, but he found that people were more likely to pay attention to lined paper if they were tossing out loose ends: it just looked more important, so you generally felt more inclined to see what was on it. "Here, I'll give you my name and contact details now before I forget. Then you can let me know what you want and when you need it by."