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@nevstcries​

"Has nobody else complimented you today? What a shame!" He smiled, tilting his head. "I'm glad i could bring a smile to your pretty face."

She lets out a giggle and shakes her head with a smile. “No, you were the first person to compliment me today. And yes, definitely all smiles here now. I’m Hyosung by the way.” She gave another small bow.

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moonsworn

     ❛Do I give off some kind of bad vibe? Because I keep      getting my company rejected by everyone that I meet,      and I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong.❜

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fxgiens

     He couldn't help but notice that her heel just SNAPPED -- and she's trying not to seem as affected by that as she probably is. ❛Do you need any help?❜

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ofimageries

     A CARNIVAL in town wasn't the typical thing that Aric cared       about -- until he had Melanie in his life. Now that he does, he      wants to take her to fun things, wants to experience things with       her that he    hasn't before,     because she's a    new piece of      sweetness and she's opened a door for him, a door into a world       where he can   feel happy and accepted with   someone. He's      holding her hand as they walk there, and he even swings it a       little. ❛I haven't been to something like this since I was a kid.❜

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mrbids

     He's clearly lost in thought, sitting alone at a table with brows furrowed, hair that's grown rapidly falling almost into grey-green eyes. He lets out a sigh, and his fingertips tap impatiently against the wooden table-top. ❛No,❜ he murmurs to himself. He's aware of EYES on him, but he's just ignoring them right now.

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     ❛You can't seriously think that's a reasonable      solution to your problem.❜

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malblake

     ❛Y'know -- your hair is a pretty colour.❜

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ofimageries

     Aric Rinehart is a boy CONTROLLED by the moon; he is at mercy of its       ever changing magic,     pushing the tide this way and that,   pushing the      werewolf's mood in various directions. He can't quite tell when it's going      to hit him.   For the most part, he can be calm,   quiet,   introspective ----      confident in a simple way, in a way in which he doesn't draw attention to      himself. There are times when he's playful, when he's more relaxed, more      easy to be around   --   and this is the Aric that Melanie has come to know       quite well. This is the Aric that he wishes he could be all the time.

     But right now, that's not the Aric that he is. Right now, he's angry, he's      upset, he's feeling nothing but negativity  --  he thinks about Rod, about      the rival pack, about his lack of a family, of anything resembling it. His      girlfriend is   his one ray of sunshine,  but right now,  he can't even think      about her -- doesn't want thoughts of her to be anywhere near this version       of himself. 

     He'd forgotten that she was going to be here, or he'd simply lost track of      time and hadn't  realised she would  be here so soon.   He doesn't even      notice her entry as he's being very much not her Aric. Fists clenched      and bloodied as he hits the wall, as pieces of shattered mirror sit on the       floor around him, already being pushed out of his wounds to heal. He      doesn't want her to see him this way, with his swirling rage and distraught       emptiness -- but it was going to happen eventually.