#articulategrisette

[balefulpolyglot]

An Ill Advised Date

Porrim sat kicking her feet a little bit, having worn a knee length dress that clung to her frame and, if she was being honest, made her look a little saucier than was really appropriate for a lunch date between friends. She was rapidly losing control of herself regarding the Aranea situation, and she was sure even the waitress noticed her biting her straw, even if the woman had no idea that that was anything out of the ordinary. Her red shoes clicked together occasionally, but no ruby slippers could rescue her from the world of bullshit that her feelings had become.

Nervous, so she was early. That and she had nothing else to do so she was nursing a soda while waiting for Aranea to show, and hoping she wouldn't say anything else unspeakably stupid in the process

[balefulpolyglot]

A F8ted Encounter

Porrim was rarely, if ever, late. This is, of course, by her own scale. If class started at 10:00 and she showed at 10:15, she did so on purpose, and for some reason or another. Be it to prove a point or because she simply did not want to be there until that time. As a result of this careful bit of planning, and the fact that she'd no intention of showing up to this particular math lecture, she the tallish girl's path today ended up taking her, through early afternoon, down a side hall in one of the wings of the school frequently used by the fashion design students. After all, if she was going to skip a class irrelevant to her degree, may as well use the time to get more work done towards aforementioned degree.

Today was a dress day, so her legs we on display as she wore an ankle length sarong in light greens and cream tones, and a tank top that showed off both tattoos, and lightly tanned olive skin. Her bag was over her shoulder, a little messenger bag with a sort of swirling pattern on the front of it that she was rather a fan of. She wasn't sure what brand it was a logo for, but she saw it around occasionally and generally snapped up whatever it was printed on

[greaseandmagic]

Despite the fact that he acted quite like one, Cronus was not ten. Neither did he need an easter basket from his 'dad'. When the unexpected delivery of a bouquet and an oversized chocolate bunny appeared at his doorstep in his name he was tempted just to leave it out for somebody else to pick up, but the drama it would cause would so not be worth it. Begrudgingly he picked up the arrangement only to be met with a new face from out between the flowers. This was so not cool.