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"All invited can rest here." Rwby OC || part of CRNT

[foxhearted]

She's made him a scarf with a fox hand embroidered on the end. She couldn't get the thought of him from her head after her first date. The scarf is wound around a box of tea chocolates, another box underneath filled with fresh Sencha tea. Shyly holds it out to him, gaze averted and face pink.

⟨ 🦊 ⟩  ➳  “Neev.. This is all so amazing…” He’s honestly stunned, and can feel the blood rushing to his face. Oh, dear. Now the flowers he held behind his back almost paled in comparison. He removes them, but his smile is shy. “Man.. And I thought I got something really nice..” A chuckle passes his lips, and he ends up hiding his face in the flowers to hide just how embarrassed he is. “At least let me pay for a nice dinner,” he mumbles into the bouquet of variant roses.

[hcarth]

“My team says I go over the top a b--” She freezes. He hides his face in...roses. Nobody’s...ever bought her flowers before. Nobody’s ever thought of buying her something so...from the heart. So sweet. “Kit...these are...so beautiful....” Its obvious she’s speechless from the present, her hands clasping over his. “I-I’ve never...gotten flowers from anyone before, n-nothing like them.” Her smile is warm, vibrant and genuine. “No. The flowers are perfect...You’re perfect...You with flowers is a dream come true, t-to be honest..” 

[cfmusings-blog]

           why would you cнooѕe me?                                                        nobody else ever did.                

[hcarth]

foxhearted:

⟨ 🦊 ⟩  ➳  “Hm… Well, it was the tea my mother always made. I swear, she drank so much of it that she smelled like it have the time.” Oh, even better. He was a mama’s boy. He raises his arm to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, and he with his free hand he brings the cup of tea to his lips so he can take a sip. “How about you? I haven’t heard of peach with tea before. Is that fairly common?”

...someone who also respects their parents as well as the people they interact with. 

Gods above, he’s perfect...Neve takes another sip of the tea and blinks quietly at him. “Its common at home. I brew various types of tea at home, so I make my own recipes at times. Maybe I’ll show you one day.” A pause. Cheeks burn bright pink and she shyly ducks her head, sipping another sip.

[hcarth]

foxhearted:

⟨ 🦊 ⟩  ➳  …Alright, admittedly that was kind of adorable. It was hard to find a fellow tea lover these days. Maybe Prim actually knew what she was doing for once when it came to the whole matchmaker thing. He may have to hand it to her. 

                       “Oh, you like it too? Ah, I’m glad that you find it endearing.” A small chuckle accompanies his sentence, and he begins to wander over to the counter. “One green tea with peach it is!” This actually isn’t going bad, Kit. Don’t screw it up, cool? He orders her tea, and gets sencha for himself. He easily brings the cups to the table, placing her’s in front of her before taking a seat. “I, ah… just wanted to go ahead and apologize is Prim bullied you into this. I know she can be a handful sometimes, you know?”

She’d found them a nice, quiet little spot to talk.

“Prim didn’t bully me. She’s been...trying to help.” Fingers curl around the warm, somewhat hot cup, thumbs lacing around the handle. “And it’s...let me meet you, s-so I guess it balances that, right?”

Pink-cheeked, she hides behind her cup, taking a careful sip after gently blowing over the top. Mmmmh, tea. She hides briefly behind the rim of the cup, debating asking questions she isn’t sure she should. Perhaps both don’t want to frighten the other off... “I’d met Prim through Rezart. He can be a handful sometimes but he’s a good teammate.” She shrugs her shoulders, puts down the cup, and then her hands go in her lap. “Do you have a preference of tea? Sencha is a lovely thing to have too, so I thought...”

[hcarth]

foxhearted:

⟨ 🦊 ⟩  ➳  He steps in after her, and as the door closes behind him, he removes his wallet from his back pocket. “Would you like me to buy you something? I was going to get some tea, so I don’t mind getting you something while you grab a table.” Kit was honestly just hoping he was being polite, and not coming off as pushy or anything. She seemed kind of nervous, and he was wondering if the rumors made him intimidating. Surely Prim didn’t set him up with someone who was scared of him… right?

...Someone who liked tea? Like she liked tea?

Prim, you’re a genius. And he was being so polite too, so she just.. “I-I wouldn’t mind a...uhm...green tea with peach? I-It’s really good here, so I’ve heard!” Another tiny shuffle on her feet, and then she’s smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I just...I’m so happy that you’re...you. Its rare to find someone who appreciates good tea...” Oh that sounded so silly, so she blushes and hides her face, murmuring something about finding them a little table. Its obvious then what the nerves had been were from...flustering, not fear.

After all, she couldn’t be scared of such a kind gentleman! Oh no! She’d find a way to pay him back for the tea too.

[hcarth]

NEVE. NEVE??? NEVE WHO IS THAT GUY??????

"What guy?" Owlish blink before she puts away her scroll, realizing Rezart had seen a picture of her and-- "I don't know whom you are talking about. And you do realize its your turn on laundry, right?"

[hcarth]

foxhearted:

⟨ 🦊 ⟩  ➳  A smile laces his lips, and one hand takes her’s while the other rests atop them both. A light nod accompanies his handshake. “Same here.” He might as well try to make the best out of this scenario in all honesty. Kit wasn’t entirely sure he was the most eligible bachelor, but she seemed nice at least. When he lets go of her hand, he goes ahead and pushes open the door to the shop they stood outside. “After you.”

...He’s the kindest man she’s ever met. She tries so hard not to want to fawn but he’s being so kind..

Guard oneself, Neve. You heart has cracked so many times, you can do this.

His hands are warm, so very warm....Neve doesn’t mean to delay letting him go, but she does and then shyly ducks into the shop, suddenly becoming tongue tied. So many questions to ask...and she’ll have to wait on all of them, for sure.

[hcarth]

foxhearted:

⟨ 🦊 ⟩  ➳  “Hm?” He looks away from his scroll, standing up straighter at the sound of someone speaking to him. His hazel hues glanced down to spot a particularly short girl who wasn’t even tall enough to reach his shoulder. Oh. Well, he was certainly going to have a crook in his neck by the end of this date. Then again, he just about always did considering his height. 

                       “Oh, yeah. I’m one of her teammates, Kit. Are you Neve?” Kit speaks rather calmly, trying not to scare her off. After all, she didn’t seem very comfortable right now, and he definitely didn’t want to make it worse. This was already awkward enough considering he never even met her before. 

Oh! So Prim had teamed her up with...one of her teammates. He seemed really nice, and was quiet. Maybe...maybe this would go okay, even though they hadn’t met. She relaxes a little, offering him a small smile. She...may like the way he said her name.

“Yes, that’s me. Pleased to meet you, Kit.” She holds up a hand for him to shake, deciding to try and be more polite. 

[hcarth]

foxhearted:

@hcarth

⟨ 🦊 ⟩  ➳  He didn’t understand why Primrose always insisted on setting him up with girls. Most of the girls at Shade found him intimidating anyways. His use of his semblance accompanied by a quiet demeanor and his height often made him difficult to talk to, so these sorts of things never seemed to go well. Still, he was considerably weak-willed when it came to someone as loud as his leader. There was no talking his way out of it, and so here he was, waiting outside a local coffee shop near the academy for whoever was set up with him this time.

Primrose said that this guy would be the bees knees. Said that she’d really like this guy--quiet and sweet, and he’d actually be there this time. Neve promised herself that if he wasn’t the one, she’d stop trying. She even let Rez dress her for the occasion, the boy so happy to do so.

As she turns the corner, she notices that he’s tall. Extremely tall. Taller by two heads, maybe. She stops, calming the beating of her heart. She can do this...its just a meeting date. She’d like to say she had many of them before, but...

“E-ex...cuse me? Would you...happen to know Primrose...?” Shyly looking up, hoping she’s got the right person.

[ofseashellsandseafoam-blog]

⟨ ღ ⟩  ━  “Hey, Neve! How was that last date I set you up on?”

[hcarth]

“He actually showed up that time.” She laughs, but Primrose knows of the girls’ misfortunes--she’s confessed all, left a few things out but not many. “It was...really nice. I hope something comes from it.” A pause. “Thank you for...taking the time too, Prim...”

[hcarth]

avcngcd:

| &. Could’ve fooled him. He did have to wonder why she was so insistent on being an obedient little thing and hoping that someone was bound to throw a bone. But that was a thought for someone who had time to care for trivial matters and he was just here killing time.

“Sounds fulfilling.” He waved down a barista, tipping his hat back. Though, it showed a slight flash of uncertainty. Did she just share her name with him? “Frau Neve,” Lief trailed before adjusting his accessory and leaned back into his seat. “Kid’s a lot more fitting.” 

He got the hint. But really, this girl was treading on some dangerous waters. 

“Actually, I’ve gotten tired of coffee, so I’ll be leaving this place soon. Might give you a good chance to focus on what you have, frau Neve.”

“...Quick to go, changing locations to not be as comfortable, huh. I....I had company, but now its gone.” Perhaps....no. That was silly. He wanted to leave....and kid?? What kinda nickname was that??

“....Maybe I could just...follow you to the door then, monsieur.” She answers back simply. She feels....strange. Like he’s doing this on purpose and suddenly she wants out of the room.

[hcarth]

avcngcd:

| &. She couldn’t be serious, could she? Feigning ignorance at her under the breath commentary, he placed both arms on the table, glancing dully at their environment. People talking in hushed whispers while others laughed boisterously as though the night weren’t shadowing the day. Annoying. 

“Black,” he answers, before turning his sight on her. “What’s a tea person doing in a coffee shop, anyway? Trying to change your tastes to fit the guy’s?”

“Trying new things, actually.” She answers softly, closing her eyes and finally throwing back her facade of a gentle smile. In this sort of environment she’s always been invisible, and she’s never minded it.

Well, not until recently. And as for his taste in coffee, she reflects. Simple, quick, and in some shops cheap.

“I might as well just give up, focus on what I have.” Which...doesn’t feel as important anymore, given two of them have shown more romantic involvements towards each other and the other...well...she brushes off those thoughts, opening her eyes his way.

“Neve.” A pause, small wonderings if he’d understand and accept that.

[hcarth]

avcngcd:

| &. “Definitely not.” He wondered how much faith this girl had in humanity. She was still a young thing, certainly, but one would think she’d tire of being stood up by mere boys. “You’re wasting your time here, Frau. Truly, though, you do have a strange taste in deadbeat men.” 

He says, as he’s joining her for some evening coffee. Hey, he never stated that he was a catch.

“....that is an interesting term to call them. I’d...always assumed deadbeats weren’t ones who were no shows....” She murmurs, having a different thought in mind for the name.

“How do you like your coffee? I’ve...always been a tea person...”

[kardiarodi-blog]

Nature’s Fruit

[hcarth]

kardiarodi:

【 ❀ 】━  She shakes her head, wiping the tears that bubbled up with her fist. She could feel the guilt land on her shoulders harshly. She knew she needed to feed the baby, and it seemed she wasn’t even capable of that. Why else would the infant be crying? God, how stupid was she? Why was it so hard to o this? Carrie couldn’t take care of a child. That was why she was here, after all. “I-I ran out last night… There wasn’t a town b-.. between where w-we were and your house.. I rushed here..”

                         Carrie raises her gaze to see Neve so easily take care of the child. She instinctively knew how to hold it and that motherly instinct that seemed to always be inside her kicked in yet again. There was a part of her wondering in the back of her mind if Neve saw Carrie as a helpless child in this moment. Sitting there, babbling and crying like a baby on her doorstep. It was truly a pathetic sight. She was being a nuisance for her own friend, wasn’t she? Maybe this was just all a terrible idea.

                         Her mind raced a mile a minute as sudden anxiety bubbled over, causing her to have staggered breathing in a forced attempt to not hyperventilate. The woman leans over with her hands covering her face, simply breaking down so quickly. Barely even had her foot in the door when she had fallen apart in front of Neve. She couldn’t do any of this. This was all so difficult for her.

....Oh.

oh.

Neve’s eyes widen despite herself, worry and concern flooding her face. Carrie had run all that way to her, carrying the infant....she’s lucky that the two of them are alive, that the two are here--

And Carrie is hyperventilating, or sounds close to it. “Carrie...” She whispers, getting to her feet. Her friend is breaking down, and the baby has simpered down to little hungry cries, no longer wailing now that it recognizes that it is at least warm, but oh so hungry....

“Come on. We have to get the baby to eat...milk or formula. I...I have the latter if I need it.”

She lets that reasoning hang, realizing that since the infant is here, that unused room....it’d be perfect for Carrie and the baby. That’s where she’ll be. “You need to eat, and so does the little one. Lets go to the kitchen, bring the blanket with you. We can sit on the floor and talk there....”

[hcarth]

Uhh neve babe are you hiding something?

No. Not hiding anything what are you talking about?

[hcarth]

"Hey neve?? You've been going out late a lot; is everything okay???"

She had just been cleaning up from something she had left, pausing when he asked her a question. "Of course. I'd actually planned on asking if anyone wanted to do a movie night tonight."

[hcarth]

avcngcd:

| &. He eyes her, taking note of her keeping to what he told her before. Funny kid, he didn’t think she’d take him so seriously. 

“I’d think so. Why go out with people when they don’t have the balls to show up?”

“....I like to go out. Sometimes. Its....” She frowns a little, staring back into her cup.

“Just goes to show you that they don’t...really have any, do they?” Unlike him, she wanted to say, but she’d keep that thought far away.