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you dun goofed. | caesar & tharja

"A likely story." hands now clutched the tome closer to her chest, she had no shame of the attire she wore as a matter fact. But she didn’t take kindly to the wandering eyes of anybody besides Robin, though it’s not as if Robin looked at her in that way to begin with…a girl could dream though.

This man has a certain look about it, a look that just screams..womanizer. That blond hair, those green eyes and that face. Any regular woman would be swooning right about now. Falling into his arms or even overjoyed at the fact he had gave them the time of day. Tharja wasn’t just any woman though. She wasn’t very appreciative of the male race to put it into simple terms. They were dirty, each and every one. "You are disgusting."

"Your compliments are hollow as far as I’m concerned." she leaned on the wall now, eyeing him up and down. Even if he proved to be annoying, perhaps he could be of use to her in some way in the future. Better get the necessary information she needs before she does what she has to do.

"But since you’re ever so innocent and polite, I’d like your name."

shyabon

That didn't work. Well. It was worth a try.

Truth be told, that peek to her bosoms was completely unintentional and, unfortunately, caught right at the wrong moment. He had no intentions of approaching her and just straight-up asking her out-- no. Besides, she's not exactly receiving his presence in general very well.

"I'm being honest," Caesar responded, straight forward. Well, it's not like he can get out of this sticky situation. Hell, she just called him "disgusting". Most girls would have their fury cooled with a compliment, but this woman was not like "most girls". Hardened, vicious perhaps? Unwilling to be around him, definitely.

A sharp exhale left his lips. "And your demeanor is dreadful as far as I'm concerned." Green eyes averted their gaze, settling elsewhere in the hallway. The girl gave him the creeps. She really did look like someone from an Egyptian exhibit crossed over with a necromancer. Needless to say, it was... a little unnerving. No matter; if something were to go awry, Caesar has his ways of getting out of a situation.

"Since you asked so nicely, my name is Caesar." A nod, gaze flickering back to her pitch black. "And you?"

#plegianed #ugh so sorry this is really shaky

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The dancer’s face turned a shade equivalent to the color of her hair; her blush could be noticed a mile away. This man was smooth, very smooth. Caeser. That was his name. Olivia tried to make note of it, but it was hard to concentrate when a near stranger kissed your hand.

"O-Olivia. My name is Olivia."

She had squeaked a bit. How embarrassing. She must have looked like a blubbering fool. “T-that’s quite alright.” she stammered. “They have.. coffee places here?”

shyabon

Cute. Really cute. There's something very charming about a shy woman, and it's that very something that drew him to stay around her, to give her a pleasant outing and an even more pleasant conversation.

"Olivia," Caesar repeated in a low voice, "A lovely name befitting a lovely lady."

"Of course. There are cafes all around the island." He thinks. He hasn't... exactly looked around the island before coming here. Incredible. "Shall we?"

#blushingdancer #IM SO SORRY FOR HIM.....

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Olivia felt a blush warm on her cheeks. This man was asking her out? Olivia’s mouth opened and closed. This had happened before, with some of her fans, but… The first person she met at the school was asking her out already, and they hadn’t even met the dancer before. Incredible.

"I-I… um… Who are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before…" she stammered. "I’m not meeting anyone.."

shyabon

A pink tint to compliment pink locks. Caesar's gentle disposition remains constant. Oh, right, he hasn't even introduced himself and already he jumped a little ahead and asked the pretty girl out for coffee.

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me."

"My name is Caesar." A nod of the head, and he reaches to gingerly take Olivia's, holding it to his lips and giving her knuckles a gentle kiss. "May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

#blushingdancer #please walk away while you can

plegianed

you dun goofed. | caesar & tharja

Joy. She has received no uniform for this school as of yet, so for now she’s going about in her regular attire roaming the halls for no particular reason right now. It’s quiet as she walks and she can only hear the sound of her footsteps along with the quiet murmurs from people who were in their dorms. Why hadn’t she gone back to hers? Well, she didn’t want to be bothered with the roommate they had assigned her. She’ll try back later when they aren’t there perhaps..as she doesn’t exactly do well with being roomed with men.

She grumbled now, about being cursed with such bad luck coming to a school such as this. Her shoulders slumped and on her face was a frown that just gave off the notion not to speak to her or look at her. She knew she was a target for being stared at only because of this outfit she wore. Usually, she’d be fine and dandy with people taking a glance or two but not today. She wasn’t having any of that today.

And soon she was not alone in the dorm halls anymore. In the distance, she could see a tuft of blond hair from far away walking towards her. Great, let’s just hope that they don’t make the stupid decision of looking at her. So there they were now, her dark eyes met his bright greens and she could slowly see them flicker down to take a look at her…assets. That was all it took for her to turn on her heel, tome book pressed close to her chest now as she spoke, "I saw that," she hissed.

"I saw you take a look at me." her voice monotome, but the look on her face said it all. "Your eyes wondered where they shouldn’t have. Have you anything to say for yourself?"

shyabon

His admission into the Academy was a slow one. Still he has yet to receive his own uniform; Caesar roamed the hallways decked in his usual pastel clothing, sticking out rather sorely among the uniformed students. Quietly, he trailed through the herd, nudging and pushing past wayward students as they came into his path, muttering "excuse me"s as he pushed through. Classes must be about to commence-- that's the only conclusion he could draw.

A variety of students brushed past Caesar's line of sight-- some happy, some sullen, some simply bored. The common factor were their uniforms which made them blend together like zebras in a herd. As time elapsed, the students dispersed into their classrooms, leaving the Ripple user lost in the now emptying hallways. Well, perhaps he should just head back to his dormitory now and try to put things away. His room mate was a packrat, herself; it's hard to fit his own wardrobe in when hers already filled the walk-in to its limits.

Because most students were already in class, the dormitory halls were empty; empty besides one. The woman he slowly passes by wore something odd, something very... well. Revealing is not the proper term. Technically speaking, she is quite covered, however, the garbs she wore were very form-fitting. Unfortunately, his eyes wandered downward, if only to at least get a better study of her Egyptian-inspired clothing. He wonders what this sullen woman's story is--

"I saw that,"

We snap back to reality. Green eyes flickered back up, looking back into Tharja's pitch black gaze. "Hah?" What did he... oh... Come to think of it, his eyes did wander a little below the neck to a region that no self-respecting man should ever gaze at so shamelessly. Truthfully, she did have a lovely set. No, that's improper. Caesar cleared his throat, his fingers combing through messy blond locks. "That was unintentional. I have never seen someone wear the clothing you wear, so I was simply curious." A sigh, and a small smile curving on his lips. "They look beautiful on you."

#plegianed #put him in the doghouse

blushingdancer-deactivated20140

Woah! Where did this man come from? She really didn’t know how to respond.

"U-um, I guess this morning is quiet…"

shyabon

From nowhere in particular. Actually, no, he was merely passing by and caught wind of her self-addressed words. That's all. A smile crosses the blond's lips.

"Would you care to join me for coffee, or are you awaiting a friend's presence? I could imagine a gorgeous woman like you to have your agenda full."

#blushingdancer #either accept it or slap him i am so sorry for him...

blushingdancer-deactivated20140

{ ♚ } -— ; ; ❝ It seems a bit lonely here… ❞

shyabon

"It has been quiet for most of the morning, has it not? My apologies for you having to be on the receiving end of such loneliness."

#u say lonely girl caesar is already here #blushingdancer

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Huh, look at all the hot dudes as soon as she walks in. This place is a fuckin’ goldmine! God be damned she’ll actually attend classes the rest of this week. She has abs to scope out and a to-do list to start compiling.

First on the list is this Caesar Zeppeli dude she’s rooming with. Hopefully he’s not some stuck up little prude, because then he’s in for a huge shock.

shyabon

A prude? Him? No way. Caesar didn't expect his room mate to be a female, however. Most private boarding schools had separate housing for the different sexes. Briefly the Italian pondered to himself what made such an arrangement possible. It's not as though he was complaining. It's better him than some pervert who'd want to peep on her all the time.

Her name was a peculiar one. Panty? It would be rude to question it, but honestly the young man would not be able to utter her name without feeling either amused or uncomfortable. His items slung over his shoulder in a bag, the dorm's door swung open and his curious green eyes scanned about. "Are you here?" Well. Maybe she's not, but he's walking in anyways.

#frontlace #here we go