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I'm tired and bored.
Well, what do you feel like doing then?
Anything, at this point. What do you do for "fun?"
Athena blinked bobbing her blonde head as she cleared her mind and focused upon ice-cream a somewhat difficult task it appeared. But eventually she replied in a slight fluster, “mint choc chip is always a good choice but we––– we have a new flavour just for this month called Jack-o’-lantern it tastes exactly like spiced pumpkin pie and it’s been incredibly popular,” she rushed to add knowing the importance of selling this months new taste.
"I'll take that. The Jack-o'-lantern." Persephone cut the girl off instantly, pulling out her wallet from her purse and dropping the right amount of cash. "You're a student, aren't you?"
I'm tired and bored.
Someone needs to change that.
It was interesting to admit that this school had managed to prove a source of entertainment for Niccholi - he did indeed have the right idea when he had decided to come here. He stood atop the highest peek of a ladder in front of a bookshelf while searching carefully through the various books on anthropology. He had recently become a bit obsessed with the ancient Aztec cultures. Niccholi heard someone call up at him and he looked down to the stranger. “What do you want?” he asked coolly.
Persephone wandered into the library; her wings folded into her back for once. She looked up towards the numerous historical books, lips pursed. There was one at the very top that she wanted. House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. She always wanted to read the psychological book more than anything. Much to her dismay, she couldn't reach. "Hey, you-" She dropped her hand to the strangers arm, quirking a brow. 'What do you want?' "Ooh, I like." His roughness, that is. Smirking to herself, she looked up at him through her long lashes. "Could you grab that book for me, handsome?" She asked, gesturing towards it.
Enzo screwed up his face in anguish as he flicked the sheet music back to the beginning, it was the seventh time he’d messed up melody since practicing that afternoon, and despite the leaps and bounds he had made in music class this piece in particular just wasn’t sounding right to him. The vampire lifted his hands off the piano keys and inhaled sharply to calm the frustration and then he began to play for an eighth time. The introduction to the piece was soft almost like a hushed whisper but he inevitably slipped up playing a note a little too early. Frustrated he hunched forwards merely staring with pained crimson eyes out across the music room.
Persephone fluttered down the halls, her dark, dreary wings taking her wherever she needed. She wasn't too hungry today, so she figured that she'd stick around and chat with some random people. Although, her attention quickly drifted towards the sound of a piano after a moment. Pushing open the door, she peered towards the source. A vampire - from what she could tell. She honestly didn't feel like digging deeper. "Aren't you going to continue?" She asked curiously. Even with the brief tidbit; she enjoyed it.
It had been a slow morning at work and the unicorn was entirely lost in thought silently debating the significance of the media’s role in aggression when the door clicked open. Re-arranging herself Athena curved her lips into a friendly smile and with a sharp inhale she said to the new customer, “welcome what can I get you?”
Persephone held back the urge to cringe as her bright orbs fell upon the obviously peppy unicorn. "What do you suggest?" She asked, observing her surroundings. Not only was the girl's aura flamboyant; but so was their surroundings.
…and my favorite art studio is locked again. Great. I guess I’ll just wander around like an idiot- again.
There's also an art studio in the town, if you weren't aware.
As harsh as this school is,
I see where you stand then. I wasn’t saying that for me though if I was that type of guy, I would.
Too bad.
Where I stand, hm? Every girl likes a bit of attention. It just depends on which girl is brave enough to admit it.
As harsh as this school is,
[He stood and tossed out the half empty drink] I think I’ll have to pass on the drink.
Smart choice. You'll be rather weak by the time today is over, anyway. A drink would only worsen it. Especially the ones I make.
As harsh as this school is,
Sure it is. As long as you’re not the type to get shy when a man decides to toss a catcall your way.
Go ahead.
As harsh as this school is,
I’d rather you didn’t.
Aw, if only you told me sooner...
Too late.
As harsh as this school is,
[He shrugged and took a drink from the cheap alcohol] You can think whatever you want.
As can you. I love hearing about your lifelong tragedies.
As harsh as this school is,
Well I don’t really talk to people so that’d be a no but you can think what you want about my personality.
It's a pity, because you're actually kind of cute. Oh well.
[ she turns, swimming away from his direction ]
As harsh as this school is,
Well that was on my mind.
Okay…
I know.
Has anyone ever told you how dry and tasteless your personality is?
I'm gonna love ya, Until you hate me, And I'm gonna show ya, What's really crazy, You should've known better, Than to mess with me, honey, I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya, Gonna love ya, gonna love ya, Like a black widow, baby.
As harsh as this school is,
Well first I’d like to know your name, that’s always a good start for getting to know someone.
I didn't ask to know you, sweetheart. I asked for what was on your mind.
Persephone; the pleasure is all yours, Drakon.