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“I have no idea. What do you think would be fun? Do you think they’d let me work at, like, a museum or something? That would be so cool.”
You wanna be a curator? I think you gotta have a degree for that. But maybe they’ll let you volunteer. What else do you like? Maybe I can go job hunting with you.
Text: Anyone
Savv: I've been cooped up all day!!
Savv: Let's go do something!
Braedon: that sounds good to me!!
Braedon: did you have anything in mind?
Seeing his cheeks blossom with color had her eyes widening, the blonde rocking back on her heels startled as her hands came up ready to apologize profusely for upsetting him when his words made her pause, frowning. “Muse? What.. What’s a muse? Is that a good thing to be good at?”
Crap. Now he had to explain his potentially weird compliment. “Uh.. y’know. When artists paint, they have a muse. Something that they think would be perfect to draw and I-” He was so flustered. His hand ran through his hair but his eyes remained on hers. “You’d be nice to draw.”
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“i probably did the wrong thing by telling them it’s my birthday ‘cause there’s no way i can eat all of this by myself … care to help? i’ll let you blow out the candles.”
It’s your birthday? And I guess I can’t say no to cake.. even if it is from a stranger. I’m Braedon and thanks for sharing, birthday girl.
“Good for you, little Flores.”
Thanks! Did you have a good Christmas? Were you lucky enough to get a onesie too?
is anyone on? :o
Ignoring how god-awfully annoying his voice was, Jen listened to him without interruption, which was more than what she did for most. The exact reason he had given for disliking alcohol was the exact reason why Jen liked it. It gave someone like her an excuse to not be left alone with their thoughts, thoughts that could really do some damage if allowed to. “Doesn’t matter,” Jen shrugged, in an attempt to dissipate the question.
Braedon frowned. The more questions he asked, the more she seemed to freeze him out. So instead of pushing her for more answers, he simply nodded and looked up at the night sky. “Well, I’m Braedon. Looks like you’re gonna spend New Years with me. What’s yo-” he paused and looked back at her once more. “-unless you want me to leave?”
“Well, I went shopping a couple of days after Christmas, there were some pretty cool sales going on, so that was fun. Got a cool coat… nothing much else. Pretty boring.”
I don’t think I’d ever be able to do after Christmas shopping or Black Friday. Groups of people really stress me out. What if I got squooshed? Aren’t you afraid of that?
Hadley squinted harshly over to the person opposite her, crossing her arms and rocking on the backs of her heels. “I really don’t take kindly to rude people, so how about you please stop.”
Braedon hadn’t realized he was staring until the girl in front of him was standing there, eyes practically burning into his skull. But perhaps that’s how she felt? Either way, he was embarrassed and couldn’t hide the blush that stained his cheeks. “I-I’m sorry I just.. You’d be a good muse.” he muttered, unsure what he meant by that. Sometimes he didn’t have a filter and in this case, that was a terrible thing.
braedon.
there were two option right now as nathan looked at the boy who just agreed to listen to him play music. he could admit that he had asked the wrong person and embarrass himself or he could tell him the whole text message thing and also embarrass himself. either way, all nathan could see was himself being an embarrassment in the end so he thought why not? “n-no. i ch-chose the right person.” he forced a smile, not because he was mad or anything, he was just beyond nervous. “i-i’m nathan rabbit. and i p-play guitar a-and sing. i have bad anxiety and m-my mom wants me to social. she s-sent me a guitar for christmas and t-told me i needed to p-play for at least one o-other person and i chose you. i-is that okay?” he had rambled a little too much for his liking and it took nathan everything in him to keep his thoughts from making him run away.
Braedon smiled, feeling honored that someone chose him to show off their talents to. But when Nathan explained the situation, he understood completely. His dad was always pushing him to be a social butterfly. He wanted him to go out there and take advantage of his talent. “I’m Braedon. And you don’t have to worry, I’m the least judgmental person you’ll ever meet. You’re talking to someone who was forced to sell his art at the art show every weekend. My dad is the same way with me. I-I’m not much of a people person. Well I am I’m just- I’m too shy.” He covered his mouth with his hand and muttered an apology. He tended to get off track sometimes but thankfully Brae stopped himself. “So you said the music room, right?”
braedon!
kalei looked up at the young boy, chuckling softly. “yeah, i s'pose you make a good point. c'mon then–” she gestured for him to follow her, moving towards her dorm to show the boy her art book.
Braedon eagerly followed behind. He always loved seeing other artist’s work. He loved seeing how different it was from his. That and it motivated him to improve on his skills. “I don’t think I asked what your name is..”
send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.
braedon!
“yeah, i draw– i used to live in the art room here before i left…” kalei internally cringed at the mention of the art room coming from her mouth, though she didn’t let it show on the outside. too many memories from that art room– and while they were good, they only made her angry. “but yeah, i draw all the time. remind me to show you some of my stuff at some point. and don’t apologize– you’re looking at the reigning queen of rambling.”
“Yeah me too! I really, really missed the art room. It’s the only place I can go and actually paint. No distractions or anything like that. “ It was actually his place to escape. When he wasn’t focusing on school, he was getting crap from his cousins and how he should participate in more sports. Hell, he even took up soccer to get them off of his back but it still didn’t work. “Well how about you how me now? I-I mean it’s only fair. You got to peek at my notebook.” he teased.
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text recieve from jessica rabbit! ‘nathan! i know you got the guitar i sent you. i want you to go play something for someone. anyone. anything. just please put yourself out there as MY new years resolution. i just want you to be happy baby. please just try.’ nathan was such a mamma’s boy. but at this moment he didn’t know if he could actually use his new acoustic guitar to play something for someone, or anyone. just the thought made him scared and feel weak at the knees. but knowing that it was part of his mother’s resolution to have her kids happy, nathan knew he could at least try. “e-excuse me?” not a good first impression asswipe, his thoughts added quickly as nathan tapped on the shoulder of a boy. he wish he could just turn around and walk around but he felt like that would be really rude of him. “d-do you think.. i could.. could uh…. play s-something for you i-in the m-m-music room for t-two seconds?”
Braedon was sitting in the lounge by himself. He was curled up in a blanket, book in hand. Since he hadn’t seen any of his family upon arrival, he unintentionally was isolating himself. He figured everyone already had their set group of friends. Plus it was nice to focus on his art without anyone hounding him for doing so. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around quickly, adjusting his glasses. Someone wanted to play something? For him specifically? There was no way. But nonetheless, he stood up and closed his book, a smile never leaving his face. “Sure! But I think you have the wrong person..But I’d love to hear you play.”
“I don’t have friends,” Jen countered, eyeing him. “I have acquaintances. And they are about as useful as a ballpoint pen is to a screw.” Jen took another drink while pulling the coat tighter over herself. She still didn’t understand his motives for being here. If he needed to be with people so badly, why didn’t he just go out with friends to an actual New Year’s party? She was just fine throwing her own little pity party herself, he was kind of crashing it. “Jack Daniels,” she replied. “And it honestly tastes nasty, and you can absolutely not have any.”
He couldn’t really get a read on this girl. She seemed to be extremely pessimistic but he could tell she wasn’t all bad. “Oh I don’t drunk!” he crinkled his nose and shook his head. “I’ve never had alcohol. Well I mean, my dad let me have a glass of wine last year. And I’ve tried a sip of a beer. It was really gross. I don’t like how it hinders you. It numbs you. So um, why are you drinking?” He knew she wasn’t going to open up to him in just one sitting, but he also didn’t want to leave her alone. He didn’t really have plans anyways since he wasn’t a partier.
braedon!
kalei took his drawing pad into her hands, flipping it open. she was immediately at a loss for words, unable to comprehend the talent that the young boy before her possessed. “these are incredible– you have such great use of color–..” kalei gushed, lightly tracing her fingernail over one of his pictures. at his question, she looked up and shrugged. “i was in a pretty bad place when i left. i needed some alone time to compose myself before i could even think about coming back.”
Braedon was in utter shock. Someone was actually praising him for his work? This was a foreign feeling to him and he wasn’t sure how to take it. “Re-really? I mean, thanks. That’s just my doodling pad. I have better work in my room. Do you draw or anything?” Once he realized he was rambling, he chewed on his bottom lip. “Uh, sorry.”
