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WHO: Noah Rhodes (@debonairs)
WHERE: The Hollow Grain
As he would no longer be skating on ice professionally, he had to get out of the office and start networking. After all, he had his family name to leverage around here, and what better way than with a handful of various successes and pathways. "Thanks for meeting me, man." A CEO. What better position to be in than working for yourself and leading the charge? Grayson felt like he had enough gumption to carry such a title with esteem. "So…how'd you get here?"
⋆ 𓂃 there have only been a handful of times that noah even agreed to any kind of social call , let alone one that required him to be physically present . but alas , his assistant managed to fit it into an already packed schedule and he's nothing if not punctual . “ no problem , ” skepticism ran through his mind at lightning speed , though he manages a polite smile . “ i drove here , but 'm assumin' that's not what you're lookin' to hear , ” he chuckles . “ i– uh , coded my own app , made a decent start - up for marketin' , and turned it into a business over time . we're talkin' prolly three years worth of work . ”
⋆◞⃕ the deadpan stare he received earned an immediate eye roll in return. cooper crossed his arms loosely over his chest , already defensive about the entire thing despite being the one who dragged them in here. “ it’s the thought that counts , no ? ” he muttered. “ women swoon over that shit. ” though even he didn’t sound fully convinced. with a grunt , he set the gift bag back down on the counter , fingers lingering on the ribbon a second too long before pulling away. his expression shifted strangely after that — softer around the edges , distracted by a thought he clearly hadn’t meant to say out loud. “ it’s for my girl. ” the words slipped out naturally and cooper immediately stiffened. “ — not my girl , ” he corrected quickly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “ fuckin’ hell. ” his jaw flexed once before he looked away toward the shelves. “ she’s just … ” a pause. “ someone who deserves somethin’ nice. ”
⋆ 𓂃 although he did agree to help , mateo felt more inclined to tease the poor guy over something he quite literally asked for . even so , all he could do was chuckle in response . “ guess that depends if she's even the kinda gal that'd wanna swoon in the first place , ” a brow shot up at his next admission , and the reaction it illicits practically became automatic . “ fuck you mean not your girl ? who's is she , then ? ‘cus if it were me , nobody’s buyin' shit for her unless it's her goddamn birthday , ” expression turns a little less taunting and more nostalgic , for lack of better term . “ get a bracelet , then . she gon' wear that typ'a thing ? ”
⎯⎯ throes of the day had kept her in their grasp from the second she'd stepped into the office . amara was exhausted to say the very least , list of things she had to do seemed to row in twos every time she checked off one . she's made the most of that precious hour that rested empty before her last meeting of the day , a lunch picked over until it was mostly eaten which left her stomach satisfied but her mind in a post-meal fog . steps carry her to the kitchen , electric kettle turned on and left to bring the water to a boil , her frame leans against that of the walkway and from the corner of her eye she spots him . no . . . it couldn't be . pressed slacks , cufflinks shimmering against the ends of his sleeves ⸺ even in passing she knew him too well , the sound of his voice , the way it commanded attention in a room even if he hadn't necessarily meant it to . heart drops to the deepest pit of her stomach and for a moment she swears she feels sick , deep breath pulled in through her nose and pushed out through her mouth before she turns towards the reception area not far from the kitchen . eyes catch his and she's frozen in her place , completely oblivious to the kettle that boils over behind her . she blinks hard , like this is some kind of nightmare she can just make him disappear from , and yet when they open , he's still there . " why are you here ? " doesn't mean to sound so harsh but words slip before she has a chance to think them through , " i mean ⸺ why . . . what are you doing here ? " she stammers , almost too scared to speak . ( @debonairs )
⋆ 𓂃 it felt a little unsettling to be back to where it all started after so many years . and although the town hasn't changed much since he last stepped foot on willow glen soil , it still reminded him of everything he'd lost when he turned his back to everything he once knew . but new opportunities arose every day , and duty calls where it sees fit , regardless of what anyone says . what he never expected as soon as he walked into the building was to see her again . but what did he really think would happen , being away from a town he loved and knowing there's only so many places he can go without the inevitable following along . still , he's frozen in the doorway , having to tell his own boss that he'll catch up later . “ i'm . . . working . this building is one of the properties i'm overseeing for the north american branch , ” a pause . “ is it . . . yours ? ”
callum chuckles , unable (and willing) to suppress the amusement at the other’s clear dissatisfaction . “ i don’t know , ” he tilts his head in faux thought . “ if you can dilute whitman and frost into Instagram posts , i’m sure they’d be able to read . ” and after a beat . “ probably . ” he sips on his coffee and on this he has to disagree . “ give me a bar any day . ”
⋆ 𓂃 maybe it's the way that mateo's face turned down into a scowl that really showed his annoyance , but it only gets progressively worse as callum speaks . “ the goddamn senior quotes— one of my coworkers keeps sendin' that shit to me . didn't think it could get any fuckin' worse , ” tongue clicks disappointedly . “ how many more of these before we can get the fuck outta here ? ”
he feels like he's never seen this person before , but new people can be few and far between in willow glen . whether she's been here or not , brooks is keen on getting to know her . " you didn't have time for the most important all - american event ?! " he teases , a faux look of horror on his face barely disguising humor . he's not really one for the rodeo either . but he's grown up here and knows how important the rodeo can be for some folks . " nah , not my first rodeo . i missed this one 'cause of work but i grew up here , so . . . the rodeo is , like , the THING to do . " he takes another sip of his bitter drink , sliding the glass lazily back onto the table . " so what d'you do for work that had you so busy ? "
⋆ 𓂃 the theatrics in his tone only prompted her to roll her eyes playfully , nursing her drink with a small smile . “ there's always next year , ” she shrugs , brow raised slightly . “ i'm an assistant , but i feel like that's a really lame thing to say when you bring up the rodeo right before , ” a pause , head tilted to the side . “ better yet , first impression : if you didn't know what i do , what do you think i look like i would have as a job ? ”
*˖➴ pearl is, at first, quite grateful for this turn of luck. when met with this woman’s eyes, she will straighten; stepping one foot back from her egress, and painting on a mannered, modest smile, “ i am. thank you— i was afraid i’d come too late. ” she is content to leave the interaction at that small courtesy, but the mood shifts; the way in which she is yielding, treating pearl as one might a street cat ready to sprint away, does turn her stomach. a flush swells in her face, her earlier irritations now curdled, become embarrassment. and before she can stop herself, “ i don’t need to be escorted. i am not a child. ” damn. her reddening cheeks do instantly pale. pearl considers running away, but fears what accident might befall her if she tried. it seemed cosmically probable, at this point. there is a pause, and then, “ … i— i apologize. i didn’t mean to— ” loosing a long breath through her nose, “ if you wouldn’t mind. yes. i would appreciate that. ”
⋆ 𓂃 for everything that's been misconstrued by her actions , talking down to someone has never been something that occurred to ruby . she furrows her brows slightly , stunned into silence for only a split second , before her smile returns not a moment later , posture straightening . “ you're just on time . probably for the best , anyway— i think they were talking about some kind of tech problem over the loudspeaker earlier , ” doesn't try to approach closer than necessary , but stays close enough to be followed along the halls . “ don't be sorry . i should also apologize ; offending you was never my intention , ” she allows the silence to envelop them for a few beats , before she starts right back up again . “ i'm ruby , by the way . ”
𝞋𝞎 ˖ ⊹ with ease , giselle had managed to close the entire dior boutique for a private appointment. sales associates lingered at a respectful distance , offering champagne and careful smiles while ruby wandered through the store untouched by the usual crowds. all of this because , days earlier , giselle had caught her staring just a little too long at a handbag in the display window. this was giselle’s love language in its purest form — indulgence , excess , the quiet satisfaction of giving someone everything before they could ever think to ask for it.
“ i didn’t ask if it was expensive , ” giselle says smoothly , stepping behind ruby as she studies the bag in the mirror. her hands settle lightly at ruby’s waist , gaze meeting hers through the reflection. “ i asked if you wanted it. ” before another protest can leave ruby’s lips , giselle turns her gently toward her and kisses her — slow , soft , expensive , like affection comes easiest when paired with luxury. “ anything for my princess , ” she murmurs with warm words.
⋆ 𓂃 never in a million years would she expect to find herself in the middle of a secluded luxury boutique , let alone one that's worth more than her car a hundred times over . ruby almost felt like a fish out of water just taking in everything at once , scared that one wrong move would send them both out . all too willing to please , she eventually starts to look at pieces that might be practical in her everyday , but took momentary pause as soon as the price tag came into view , smile faltering slightly .
“ am i not allowed to think this is kind of expensive ? you can't get mad if it's true . . . ” lets out a faint noise of surprise when she's turned around , hands that once held the purse now settled on giselle's shoulders , thumbs kneading away at tense muscles when she pulls back from the kiss . softly , she leans forward for another — just a tiny peck — before meeting the other's eyes . “ still— thank you , but you really didn't have to go through all this trouble . ”
( cont. @debonairs ) evan looks at noah as if he offended the entire country. "the same?" he picks up a pale strawberry and a bright, deep red strawberry, holding it up in front of the other's face. "do they look the same to you, noah?" he says incredulously before he laughs, "they're obviously going to taste different." he then plucks a few more ripe ones and drops it into noah's basket, "yeah, these are gonna be good. you should make jams with them—well, i can make them for you. ace loves making them... so we could send some over if you'd like."
⋆ 𓂃 noah has half a mind to say yes just to fuck with him some more , but instead shakes his head with a soft chuckle . “ you look jus' about ready to pop a blood vessel . ‘m scared of what you’ll do if i answer honestly , ” he snickers , basket looking quite full just from that conversation alone . “ what a little booger that guy is . you raised him pretty good , though . i mean , what kinda kid’s gonna like makin' jam of all things ? ”
she can't help but smile, at her brother's attempt to lift her spirits. she sees right though it as the damage control it is — something they'd mastered with the others plenty of years before, "fine. we'll go over there. but you'll be hearing from my lawyer about this milk-carton scam." she says, with a stupid smile on her face, less angry about it not — and willing to joke about the whole thing finally, now that the righteous indignation has burned out.
⋆ 𓂃 call him optimistic with the way he smiles straight through her threats , knowing full well she doesn't mean most of it . some part of him thinks there's always a possibility of it coming to fruition , but he's choosing to believe it won't ever come to that . “ alright , alright . ‘m startin’ to think you're jus' tryin' to scare everyone out here . ”
“d'you like scones?” tarik asks the nearest passerby, tone near desperation, holding up a large canvas tote overflowing with wrapped-up baked goods. “i made waaay too many and now i dunno what to do with ‘em…” a near constant problem when tarik bakes. and he and his son could not live on just scones alone. seemed unhealthy. “i’ve got cranberry orange, cheddar chive, and blueberry – you can have as many as you want! for free. please.”
⋆ 𓂃 the last thing mateo expected was to be stopped on his way home for a sweet treat . people didn't pay much attention just based off the fact that he always looked annoyed , but there seemed to be a first for everything . “ eh— jus' one won't hurt nobody , ” gratefully accepts a piece , uncaring for its flavor but still pleasantly surprised . “ not bad . you tryna sell these or sum'n ? ”
› 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : open ( accepting. )
𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 : bath + body works.
⋆◞⃕ 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 overpriced , utterly soulless gift over in his calloused hand. glossy pink packaging , ribbons , some silly fragrance name stamped across the front that meant absolutely fuck all to him. “ i mean … it’s pink. girls like that sorta shit , right ? ” he muttered , shrugging one shoulder as he glanced sideways at them. then , with a low scoff “ don’t look at me like that , i ain’t exactly known for givin’ heartfelt presents. " he shoved the box toward them slightly. “ you’re supposed to be helpin’ me here , not judgin’ me. ”
⋆ 𓂃 levels him with a deadpan stare , knowing full well he hasn't got the faintest clue on what women like or don't like . “ got a list or somethin' to work with ? jus' the blind leadin' the fuckin' blind over here , ” returns the favor with his own scoff , shaking his head . holds the box with mild curiosity , a raised brow . “ i said i'd go wit'cha , not hold yer hand . who's it for , anyway ? ”
north texas university presents the sound of music. open, accepting.
*˖➴ musical theatre was not pearl’s preferred mode of entertainment. it required an emotionality that she found hard to digest; left something sticky, pulsating in the pit of her. and she was loath to sit among a crowd. tonight, however, an exception would have to be made— an exception by the name of liesl, whose actress requested pearl be in attendance. and we must show up for our students, or so she was once lectured. but there was an issue. “ no. no, no. ” the doors appeared to be locked.
she pushes once, twice again, but they refuse to budge. through the glass, she can see the foyer— empty, though its lights were on. was she at the wrong entrance? or, had she gotten her dates mixed up? had the show long since started, and she was simply too late? pearl tries to focus her hearing, so that she might glean any wisp of melody, but— nothing. “ … hello? ” feeble in her query, but she did not like to raise her voice. and so, unsure of her next course, she stands there. gawkily. alone.
⋆ 𓂃 it wasn't often that she found herself in a university's halls , having graduated a handful of years ago . but ruby adored anything related to musical theatre , and just so happened to hear about the stage right before tickets sold out . unfortunately for her , she does have a bad habit of wandering , which is how she found herself quite a ways away from the crowd when a person on the other side of the entrance caught her attention .
doesn't take long before she's waltzing up on the other side , opening the door for them . “ hey— are you here for the play ? i think they're just about to start , ” gaze turns soft as she speaks , sensing something was amiss . “ we could walk there together , if you'd like ? though we might get lost . that's how i ended up here in the first place . ”
the din of people chatting in the darkened room , a singer crooning onstage , a haze of cigar smoke hanging in the air . . . brooks counts his blessings , lazily leaning against the bar at the amber lounge . he arrived into town late , his work trip to nyc coinciiding with the town's rodeo . but he doesn't mind ⸺ he's been to rodeos a MILLION times , his grandfather having been a land developer in the south for decades , but he'd rather be at the bar , anyway . he sips his negroni , the third of the night amongst other pick - me - ups , as his eyes roam lazily over the room , finally landing upon a familiar pair across the room . a curt smile , a lazy nod , and suddenly he's pushing himself off the bar and sidling up next to them , his large frame squeezing itself into the space beside them . " not a rodeo FAN , huh ? " he teases , knowing it likely they were at the rodeo at some point , " i couldn't give less of a fuck about it . i'd rather be right here , " he smiles , leaning in to raise his glass and cheers against theirs .
⋆ 𓂃 she's hardly the type to go out someplace , let alone by herself . but that's the kind of sacrifice one makes when living in a new place for so long and seemingly having no time to make friends amidst busy schedules and other . . . responsibilities . so while she sits amongst a crowd , trying to blend into the background with her head swaying to the music , she doesn't expect to be approached . “ no , i— uh, actually didn't get a chance this year , ” i didn't have anyone to go with seemed a little too sad to admit as a first impression , but she smiles , clinking glasses . “ not your first rodeo , then ? ”
status : open for anyone ( 3 / 4 ).
location : the hollow grain.
jisu has never shied away from having dinner on her own, especially here recently. most of the time, she cooked for herself and noa at home, switching between her own favorite korean dishes and even dipping into more classic dishes, too. tonight, with noa working a shift, she figured she'd go out and finds herself at the hollow grain. the steakhouse is warm while following the host to her table, but she's surprised when she already sees someone sitting there. " what are you— " her words are cut off when the host begins apologizing for the apparent double book. " it's okay, just an oversight. " jisu shares a polite smile and turns to the person seated. " we could just eat together, if that's alright ? i'll pay for your drink as a thanks. "
⋆ 𓂃 there was hardly any room in a space as popular as this one , but what ruby didn't account for was just how busy . she looked up from her menu with wide eyes , almost as if the shock went right through her , before it morphs into a smile , nodding . “ go right ahead— please . i wouldn't mind the company , ” she all but beckons her new companion to the seat across from her . “ i'm just getting a water , but that's very kind of you , miss . . . ? ”
━━ *∘ open starter ›› open mic night at birch & butter.
yet another idealistic college student leaves the stage to the sound of resounding clapping . blue hues search around , callum unwilling to believe he’s alone in the opinion that he could have gone without the performative poetry . it serves him right for willingly attending the open mic night . “ when did open mic start meaning unfiltered trauma dumping and not just mediocre singing ? ” he questions his companion .
⋆ 𓂃 mateo's trying to be nice , truly he is , but there's only so much room for patience when it's already running quite thin compared to most people's . “ as soon as literacy rates started droppin' to the goddamn dirt , ” sighs sharply , sipping on his drink . “ but im'ma take this over a crowded bar any day of the week . ”
⋆ ⭒˚。 [ amberly yang, cis woman, she/her. ] was that RUBY LIU i just saw over at BIRCH & BUTTER ? you know, the thirty year old personal assistant / sugar baby that’s been around willow glen for four years . people around town say they can somehow both be naive and compassionate, but if you were to ask them, they’d probably say they’re more like odd knick-knacks in every corner of the room, unfinished canvas paintings laid out to dry in the summer sun, picking flowers on a foggy day. the town sure has been rumbling about them lately, apparently they moved to town to avoid a crazy ex … but who knows if that’s true, i guess i’ll just have to stop by the juniper and find out !
𓍯 𓂃 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤
full name ... ruby⠀anne⠀liu nicknames ... rue,⠀bee⠀⠀gender ... cis⠀woman pronouns ... she/her sexuality ... bisexual⠀&⠀biromantic age ... thirty dob ... march⠀12th,⠀1996 zodiac ... pisces⠀ (☼) ⠀ sagittarius⠀ (☾) ⠀ scorpio⠀(↑) residence ... the⠀juniper occupation ...⠀ personal assistant / sugar⠀ baby father ... unknown mother ... caroline⠀liu partner ... n/a siblings ... n/a⠀⠀pets ... n/a children ... n/a
𓍯 𓂃 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒
faceclaim ... amberly⠀yang height ... 5'5" build ... lithe,⠀fit⠀⠀ eyes ... brown hair ... brown piercings ... three lobes on each ear tattoos ... n/a distinguishing features ... n/a style ... refer⠀to⠀pinterest
ice cream flavor ... rocky⠀road time of day ... evening weather ... rainy breakfast ... waffles⠀and⠀fruits dinner ... hotpot color ...⠀ pink⠀ song(s) ... stateside⠀by⠀zara⠀larsson movie(s) ...⠀ eternal⠀ sunshine⠀ of⠀ the⠀ spotless⠀mind show(s) ... wednesday artist(s) ... adele,⠀sza,⠀kehlani
𑣲 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑠
these individuals are not only changeable and adaptable, they have open minds and tremendous understanding. but pisces itself is often misunderstood. may spend a good portion of their lives yearning for understanding, and the other part in a state of divine discontent. suffering is sometimes glamorized. frequently pegged as wishy-washy, but this is a matter of opinion. what you will find behind a vaguely directionless, spacey manner is a deep person with real dreams. a deep love for humanity and compassion that knows no bounds.
pisceans are not known to be cutthroat business types, nor are they given to throwing themselves out into the world aggressively. but make no mistake, pisces can be extraordinarily successful when given a chance to express themselves. their imagination, attunement to humanity, and remarkable intuition endow them with enviable gifts of insight and creativity.
pisces is a sensitive sign--both sensitive to criticism and sensitive to others' feelings. easily touched by human suffering, at least in theory, pisces wouldn't hurt a fly. they believe in people, and have difficulty saying no. pisces derive energy from their (generally short) bouts of self-pity. they come back stronger, with a spring in their step, ready to face the world again, and just as, if not more, compassionate and trusting as they were.
𑣲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠
very sensitive. fantasizes. she has an expressive face or often thinks out loud. she is easily touched, moved, and affected. feelings are right out there for everyone to see, and you can come across as emotional and impatient, or nurturing and caring (or both). your first reaction is emotional, especially if the moon is in close proximity (within ten degrees) of the ascendant degree. because you are reactive, you could appear more inconsistent.
needs emotional stimulation, movement, and freedom to express yourself in order to feel happy and fulfilled. moods are very changeable, and this can be quite obvious to others. because of your emotional sensitivity, you might often take things too personally and react too quickly. developing an awareness that others' emotions are just as important, even if they are not as overt and immediate as yours, will be important. while you are intuitive and intelligent, you learn, with time, to avoid impulsive decisions.
amiable and project a soft and yielding manner. you possess natural charm, and you are highly imaginative and sympathetic. people appreciate you for your tender heart and friendly, diplomatic disposition.
𑣲 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑖𝑜
scorpio ascendant people have a lot of presence. there is something about them that tells the world that they are not to be pushed around. their manner commands respect, and in some cases, fear. scorpio rising people can be quiet or loud, but they always seem powerful and determined. they are rarely people who go through life unnoticed.
they seem to look right through people, seeing through superficiality. this can be quite intimidating to some, and intriguing to others. scorpio rising people, in their dealings with others, look for answers by reading between the lines. surface details are discarded when they are getting a feel for people and situations around them.
scorpio rising people value their privacy so much, it can border on paranoia. they have a strong need to control their environment and are experts at strategy. rarely people who will blow their chances with impatience, they plan out their moves carefully and deliberately, relying on their awesome ability to feel out others and situations.
𑣲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑝
people with the enfp personality type ( campaigners ) are true free spirits – outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded. with their lively, upbeat approach to life, enfps stand out in any crowd. but even though they can be the life of the party, they don’t just care about having a good time.
enfp personalities carry an interesting blend of carefree sociability, sparkling imagination, and deep, contemplative introspection. they regularly use their natural curiosity and expansive creativity to try to better understand themselves and the complex dynamics of human relationships. truly devoted to nurturing their relationships with and their understanding of the world.
in their unique way, enfps’ introspective nature is driven by their wonder, and belief in things that cannot always be explained rationally. people with this personality type truly believe that everything – and everyone – is connected, and they live for the glimmers of insight that they can gain from these connections. they believe that how we treat one another really matters. the most likely personality type to believe in the concept of karma.
𑣲 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑
a chaotic good character acts as their conscience directs them with little regard for what others expect of him. makes their own way, but they're kind and benevolent. believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. follows their own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. combines a good heart with a free spirit.
view freedom and the randomness of actions as ultimate truths, they likewise place value on life and the welfare of each individual. respect for individualism is also great. to the chaotic good individual, freedom and independence are as important to life and happiness. the ethos views this freedom as the only means by which each creature can achieve true satisfaction and happiness.
𑣲 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒
the sanguine is an extroverted, fun-loving, social person who is activity-prone, entertaining, persuasive, easily amused, and optimistic. people with a sanguine temperament are receptive and open to others and build relationships quickly. they are animated, excited, and accepting of others. the sanguine personality type is energized by being with or near someone else. they don’t need a reason to be around other people.
sanguines will smile and talk easily and often. it is not unusual to feel as if you have known them for years after only a short while. the sanguine temperament is so people-oriented that they easily forget about time and are often late arriving at their destination.
people who have a sanguine temperament fear rejection or not making a favorable impression. they also fear others viewing them as unsuccessful.
the attention span of the sanguine personality is based on whether or not they are interested in the person or event. they can change their focus or interest in an instant. sanguines are competitive and like to win. they are fun to be around and can be very entertaining.