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@elliothart
Dylan was in his own little world after he was done with his last final. He was checking a few things on his phone. Then he looked up and saw that he was really close to bumping into *your character*. “Sorry about that. I guess I need to pay more attention to where I’m going” he said with a slight worried face.
“No harm, no foul. Right man?” Elliot chuckled.
“I have a bit of alone time, do you wanna grab a coffee?”
“I’d love to,” Eliza smiled. “How’d you manage to get this much deserved alone time?”
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seth: confident much? aha seth: it’s cute seth: got any other poems?
eliza: when you’re this effortlessly cute confidence just oozes eliza: god i hope i’ve got more eliza: otherwise I’d be living on the streets
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bee: do me! do me! bee: write me a poem
eliza: I’m afraid that’s not how my creativity works eliza: it just flows out of my like a faucet. except I can’t turn it on or off
“Certainly more than I’d care to admit,” he laughed. “Why is that so hard to believe? Have you got some horrible stereotype in your head about guys like me with girls like her or something?” he teased. “Ha! As far as I’m concerned your middle name is brooding.”
Eliza shook her head no. Of course, in some instances, she believed love could be real and last. But in more cases than not she just saw someone benefitting off of the other. “I just think love is bullshit,” she shrugged honestly. “I’ll have you know I don’t have a middle name.”
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henry: why is it you don’t want me having fun? henry: i could be a poet waiter, it’s quite the slash
eliza: what the hell is a slash?
Smile!
And why is it you need me to smile?
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You really think so?
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*wraps herself in a blanket and sits up on the bed* Are you leaving so soon?
You didn’t expect me to stay the whole day, now did you?
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*sees your character leaning their face toward her and pulls back some with a playful smirk on her face* Were you trying to kiss me?
What would you say if I were? *smirks back*
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Lina: That’s a great poem. Lina: I love it.
eliza: there is definitely more to it eliza: makes the whole thing sound a little better eliza: but thanks!
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seth: you look like some sort of queen seth: the head piece is doing wonders for you seth: …interesting poem
eliza: well damn eliza: hate to surprise you but I AM some sort of queen
Henry chuckled as he put the ones back into his pocket. “I don’t think so. I mean she knows she’s nothing short of my world. And it’s just a night out, hell I’ll invite her to tag along. You just look like you’ve been brooding for too long and could use a shot or ten.”
“You really love her, huh?” Eliza asked. She was one to take talks of love with a grain of salt. Her parents had a messy divorce and any relationship she had seen ended with heartbreak. “Brooding? Me? Never.”
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henry: I wrote a poem too henry: i’ve got half a green face, much too slow to pace, i hope this helps win the race.
eliza: please don’t ever become an actual poet
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eliza: I wrote something inspired by my look today eliza: her face in moonlight, diffused, pure art, creamy, curved eliza: there is more. but in short i’m a priestess, you aren’t shit.
“You know what the best part about being this devilishly god looking is?” Henry asked with a smirk as he sat beside the other. “I make bank at work,” he laughed and pulled out the bundle of ones. Admittedly he wasn’t crazy about work at the diner, it was the same day in and out, but it paid well and the tips were nearly impossible to turn down. “What do you say, wanna go out tonight?”
“Won’t your girlfriend be upset to find out you’re out spending the night with a mysterious poet type?” She asked, arching a brow. “I mean it’s not like I mind or anything, just be aware I might write a whole series about the evening.”
Each piece she took her time to read and study. It was nice to be able to set aside a portion of her day to doing something different like this, whilst also appreciating the work of others. When she came to the final art piece, Emily had her own favorites, but all in all she had been rather impressed by the work - both the art, and the poems. Moving back over to Elliot, she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m impressed.”
Elliot talked to a few more of the observers as Emily looked at the exhibit, all the while though he kept an eye out for her. When he returned he was relieved to hear overall it had impressed her. He’d spent ages working on his own contributions and he had been blown away by the art pieces so he wasn’t sure what wouldn’t be impressive about the whole thing, but still. “Yeah? No just some pretentious art exhibit?”
