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@ceceliaphilip
delilahft:
“Ugh, what a dickwad.” And with that, Delilah concentrated her Magic into her fingers before flicking them upward in the direction of the guy, his books soaring from his hands and crashing onto the floor with pages flying everywhere. “Hope that makes the situation somewhat bearable.”
Witnessing Delilah work her magic on the asshole who ruined her sketches, she threw her head back in a soft chuckle. "Yeah-- Yeah, that definitely makes the situation much better."
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“Yikes…how did that happen?”
"That asshole--" The redhead pointed at the guy walking away. "--Thought it would be hilarious to casually dump his morning brew all over my work."
[protective stiles]
"Oh, you have got kidding me right now." The ginger huffed, glancing down at the design sketches that now sported a coffee stain.
“Definitely. I don’t spend much time on this side of the country–it’s so beautiful here. I got here…oh gosh, two weeks ago? Maybe three? Feels longer though.”
"Oh my Goodness, I wish I'd have known! We could've been hanging out way before now."
Okay good because I’m gonna out the Office on and then I’m set for the next 48 hours.
"Sounds like an excellent plan, m'darlin'."
Cuddles and a few aspirin should do the trick.
"Coming right your way, m'darling."
Cristiano paused, mind instantly jumping to everything she could have heard about him or his parents. He groaned, burying his face in his hands. Giselle had been dressing him and his family for as long as he could remember, she was sure to have a lot of information. Cristiano was tempted to got through her thoughts — after all, they were scratching at the weak barriers of his mind like a dog that wanted to come indoors. But he refrained. “Oh god…what did you hear?” he asked, trying to sound lighthearted.
"Oh, nothing really. Just that you like dogs, and that you were an adorable kid." Cecelia easily lied, the smile on her face never fading. She'd heard so much more about him-- So much more that she shouldn't say out loud. It wasn't any of her business to question, and she figured he probably wouldn't want to talk about how his parents enjoyed screaming matches more than their own child. "That's about it. She might have mentioned something about a favorite color too, but I don't really remember."
“Cecelia, you seem to be operating under the false impression that we’re friends.”
"Oh..okay, then."
“From what I’ve seen, I love it, Jubilee giggled. she was more than willing to let Lia drag her around the school. She trusted her not to lead her astray and she loved her energy.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? And there's so much to do!" The redhead giggled with a wide grin, turning back to look at Jubilee. "When did you get here?"
Cristiano paused, mind whirling a thousand miles a minute. Did she know his parents? Or did just her mother — wait…who was her mother? His brows furrowed together and he thought through the designers and there was only one that designed clothes for both his mom and his dad. “It’s nice to meet you Lia. …Giselle Philip is your mom?” he asked.
"That she is. It's nice to finally meet you as well, Cristiano. I've heard a lot about you." She offered a warm smile, hugging her sketchpad closely to her chest.
Cristiano smiled faintly and nodded. His eyes flickered briefly over Cecelia’s face. She looked slightly familiar, he’d probably just seen her around campus. “I’m uh–” he paused and stuck out his hand, lips pulling up into a full smile, “Cristiano, by the way.”
Cristiano...She knew that name. It took he a few seconds to finally pinpoint how she knew it, but when it came to her, she gasped. "Oh! I know you! Or well, my mom knows you. I think she used to design clothes for your parents." Cecelia exclaimed, running her free hand through her hair. "I'm Cecelia. Or Lia. I prefer Lia." She offered him a wide smile, eyes shining with excitement at meeting someone new.
Cristiano smiled, looking down at the smaller girl. “It’s no problem. It would have sucked if you’d lost it.” The Italian boy slipped his hands into his pockets. “So, are you an artist?” he asked, glancing back at the sketchbook.
"It would have really sucked if I'd lost it." She chuckled, gently taking the pad from his hands. "I like to draw here and there, yeah." Cecelia grinned, shrugging slightly.
Cristiano looked down when his feet brushed something and he picked it up, jogging forward to your character. “Uh– scusami! I think you dropped this…”
Cecelia stopped short once a voice hit her hears, and she turned, tilting her head to the side. "Oh! My god, that would have been bad if I'd lost that-- Thank you so much." The redhead scurried back towards the much taller boy, glancing at the sketch pad he held in his hands. "I really appreciate you picking this up."
“Look at me go.” He said, grinning at her. When she walked away, he knew that as soon as he spoke, she would come back. “Oh, you know…I really don’t think that your middle name is Nice…but whatever you want to tell yourself, dear Cecelia.”
"No, my middle name is actually Grace..not that it matters or anything." Cecelia shrugged, tapping her fingers along her thighs-- a nervous habit she had picked up a while back. "But it could be Nice. I'm nice enough for my middle name to be nice."
