TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
Cafeterias are usually overwhelmed by people, noises, cliques, groups and the damn gossiping. Did some sort of sadist designed how they worked?! The first time Ryan went to the cafeteria, he commited the mistake of going when everyone did too. Let's just say, that it was an interesting experience. One of the uncomfortable sort. Since places he dind't know he had somehow were touched or grazed by other students. Accidentaly or not, he didn't know. Nor he wanted to, to be honest.
But Ryan is the sort of person that learns from his mistakes. Now, he always arrives at the cafeteria at least half an hour before early risers do. The staff was kind enough to let him eat breakfast that early, apparently aware of how hellish the building could get when filled. And that's what he was doing now.
Dressed in Haven's uniform, he was silently sited in a table in the farthest and most reclused corner of the building. Resting in front of him there was a tray with a big plate filled to the brim with scrambled eggs and bacon, not necessarily the healthiest of breakfasts but he was hella hungry, and accompanying the food he had a cup of stale tasting coffee. At the side of the tray, there was an open history textbook, which Ryan ocasionally glanced at to get some studying done. Taking advantage of the quietness he currently enjoyed. 'I never understood why people eat here willingly,' Aarden mused.
'Neither do i, brother, neither do i,' Ryan replied as he shoved a mouthful of bacon in his mouth. 'There were too many damn elbows touching too many places at the same time.'
Aarden laughed long and hard at this. 'I feel ya, Ryan. Now, finish eating and keep studying.'
Nodding at his brother, Ryan took a sip from his coffee and let out a sigh of relaxation. He would never be thankful enough at the staff from letting him be here before he actually should. Maybe he'll see if he can grab something to take with him to eat later on the day.
Taking another sip, he turned towards his textbook once again. He brought it for a reason after all.
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Some people wake with the rising of the sun. Either it was a part of their holistic lifestyle, or they had stuff to do in the morning that warrants getting out of bed that early. Holly fell in the last category. Ever since she had unlocked her semblance she had been given an additional task at home on top of training to be here in this academy. When you can grow fresh vegetables within mere minutes, people start to expect that you provide them with said produce. On the Mato-Mato this meant having a sizeable vegetable garden that not only supplied the Hock household, but also the neighbors. Holly never got anything for it. Her father called it training. Still, you start getting a routine out of it. Getting up at the brink of dawn to grow what you would eat that day. Repeat the next day. And the day after that. And after that.[break][break]
At the academy, nobody asked of Holly to do this. Still, Holly made sure to keep this routine in place. She would rise at dawn on auto-pilot, not even requiring an alarm to get out of bed. After getting dressed she would head over towards the club rooms where she had her little collection of plotted plants. It would be better for the plants if they were placed outside, but thanks to Holly's semblance it was not yet needed. As long as the plants remained alive, she could make them bear fruit. Or...bear vegetables. After eating two carrots herself, Holly filled a basket she had with a nice variety of produce. Off to the cafeteria they go, and hopefully people will enjoy them today like they did yesterday![break] [break]
Holly walked in the cafeteria wearing her uniform, a large basket clutched in both her hands. It was large enough that carrying it was a hassle for a girl her size. Not so much the size as the volume of it. Humming softly as she walked over towards the counter, placing the basket down for the cafeteria workers to take the daily harvest. Holly shared a few words with the cook, as not doing that would be rude, before she went and got some food for herself. As she could grow a lot of things herself, she got things that she couldn't make herself or would be too much of a hassle. The girl had a plate filled with toast, a hard-boiled egg, two tiny sausages, and a small cup of questionable yogurt. As there wasn't any text on the label, it could either be strawberry, raspberry, or food poisoning. Holly hoped for raspberry![break] [break]
Looking out over the mostly deserted cafeteria, Holly spotted Glasses. It was most likely not his real name but Holly hasn't asked. Ever since Holly started to provide the cafeteria with free crops, she had seen that boy sitting here. All alone. Holly had never taken the step to approach him. He had his morning ritual, Holly had hers. People would eat here all alone because they wanted to be alone. Still, maybe there was another reason? Maybe the prospect of yogurt food poisoning had brought her in a amiable mood, but you can't score if you don't shoot. Perhaps Glasses could be a friend?[break][break]
Holly approached Ryan's table with her plate in hand. Seeming to think nothing of it, she went over to his side of the bench and she would sit about ten feet next to him. He was reading, so Holly didn't wanted to disturb him without him looking up from the pages. She knew that she wouldn't want someone to interrupt her from reading by speaking. To make this encounter happen though, Holly would scoot over towards Ryan by moving a feet across the bench in intervals. She would stop of course if she was greeted, but otherwise she would just continue creeping closer feet by feet. Like a menacing pink haired bloodhound smelling fresh friendship just waiting to happen.
Looking up from his plate at the sound of the door opening. Ryan saw a pink haired girl enter the Cafeteria with a basket filled with an assortment of vegetables and fruits. Which she carried all the way to the kitchen to deliver them to the staff.
Some time ago, after he started eating way earlier than the rest, she had started this routine of delivering fruits and vegetables. He had no idea why, but, being honest, he couldn't actually bring himself to care. After all, it wasn't something transcendental to have a student doing work through the school.
He focused on his textbook once again when she appeared once again. If he seemed busy, she might left him alone like all the other times she ate breakfast.
And it seemed that that wouldn't be the case this time. Fuck.
Following her with his peripheral, he saw how she headed and sat down in his side of the table he was currently using. A good couple of meters separating them. He focused on his book again, paying her no mind. After all, she could sit whenever she damn pleased. So he would simply let her be and focused in finishing so he could get the hell out ASAP.
Or so he thought, from time to time. His peripheral vision focused on her, and every time it did so. She seemed to be getting closer and closer. 'What is she doing?' He thought as he tried to focus on his book. But it was fruitless. Turning his eyes at her again, he saw that she was indeed getting closer. With a silent sigh and a shake of his head, he closed the textbook and pulled a notebook and a pencil from one of his jacket's pockets. Opening a random page, he scribbled "What do you want?" before sliding it towards her.
But a second too late he noticed the silver cover of the notebook. His mind went into full panic mode, though his impassive masquerade remained undisturbed, as the notebook slowly stopped in front of her. The notebook should have been black. Not silver.
Because you see, the notebook currently in front of the girl was the one Ryan used to draw -He was also damn good at it, even if it said so himself-. And what Ryan liked to draw was people. And, ever since entering Haven, he had been silently drawing the student body. Nothing lewd or something like that. So what's the problem? You may ask. Well, the damn problem was that the girl currently sitting at his side was the one Ryan had drawn the most.
There's was no special reason behind it, besides the fact that even with her almost always unkept appearance he found her to be a really pretty girl. He didn't liked her or anything, but if she saw the multitude of draws he had made of her she would believe that. And oh boy, he didn't wanted that shit to happen.
Well, as long as she didn't started flipping the pages everything should be Ok.
Post by Holly Hock on Sept 2, 2019 18:53:47 GMT -5
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Holly was within reaching distance of Ryan before he made his move...by giving Holly a book? The girl looked confused for a while when the book was slid over to her. Was she supposed to read this? It took her honestly a few seconds to decipher Nyan's handwriting, no matter if it was nice or not. Reading wasn't her strong suit, but even she could read a single sentence. She spoke the words out loud, instead of giving an answer. "What do you want?" A million lien would be nice. Still, she honestly just wanted to meet the boy she always saw sitting in the cafeteria. Maybe make a new friend. Wait...does he want me to respond by writing in the book? [break] [break]
Seeming to humor the idea, Holly looked around quickly to find a pen to write a response. The girl held out her hand to Ryan as she expected him to hand her the pencil he was writing with. Should she write on this page or a fresh one? There was already something doodled on this page next to the sentence. Maybe another one would be best. As she thought over that idea, Holly was casually turning the pages to find an empty one. She stopped quickly as she looked with disbelieve at the book below her on the table. Two pages forward she saw a drawing...of herself. And on the next page there was another one...and after a few pages another one. [break] [break]
Holly was now full on looking through the book like she owned the damn thing. She appeared in it a lot. Like...a whole lot. At first she couldn't believe her eyes. Why her? Most people commented negatively about her dress, or her hair, or her lack of shoes. She wasn't wearing shoes right now and she just knew that she would get a comment about it today! Still, this boy seemed to draw her excessively to the point that it was an obsession. Why? [break] [break]
She didn't seem mad when she looked at him. [break] [break]
Small blush marks appeared on her face as she thought about her next step. While the girl's face was almost exclusively wrought in an image of indifference, she seemed to be slightly flustered now. Still tightly holding the notebook clutched in her hands, she asked her question. She just needed to hope he could understand her fine and wasn't deaf or anything. Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but as the cafeteria was almost as good as deserted, he would hear it just fine.
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"Why did you chose to draw me?" [break] [break]
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First thing that Ryan doesn't want to happen, is the first thing that she has to do. For fuck's sake, why did she had to start flipping the damn pages?! Why, for the love of god, why?! What will she now think? Would she be angry? Disgusted? Creeped out? All of the three?
Why did he care to begin with, now that he thought about it? He slightly shook his head. First try to clear this mess, then wonder why did he wanted to clear this mess to begin with. Well, first of all choi-
"Why did you chose to draw me?" He heard her whisper.
Fuck. As his head went blank. His eyes slightly looked at the increasingly sexy looking window. Maybe he could jump out of it and make a run for it? Well, he could do it, thanks to his Semblance, but then he would lose his small morning sanctuary and, more importantly, his notebook.
'Just be honest,' Aarden said as he appeared. Apparently believing this was a good time to impart his wisdom. 'Remember what father told us. All lies lead to more lies and eventually they get around to bit you in your ass. What do you have to lose anyway?'
'I don't know,' Replied Ryan. 'It just feels... Weird, telling that to a girl.'
'Weird... It feels weird telling a girl she's pretty... You gay or something, pal?'
'Fuck you, this and that don't have anything to do. And, for the record, no i'm not. And that's exactly why this feels weird.'
'Just do it,' And with this, Ryan's brain was again only his. Once again letting out a silent sigh, Ryan pulled out his black notebook, the one who would have avoided all this fucking madness had he pulled it out in the first place, opened a random page and wrote.
"Because you're pretty."
And slided it towards her before his mind could think of stopping him. With his sentence already settled, he averted his gaze, not that he was looking at her to begin with so he simply turned his head to the other side, as his masquerade crumbled under a soft blush.
Well, he had done it now. Whatever, if things got ugly, he still had that sexy window to jump through.
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Post by Holly Hock on Sept 4, 2019 16:32:38 GMT -5
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Holly didn't blink as she waited rather anxiously for a reply, her mind unsure about what this guy actually saw in her. Why her of all people! Was this like an obsessed person that she once read about? Or is it like Delwyn once told about. Her sister's words echoed in her mind, or at least as close a proximation her mind conjured up. 'If a boy likes you, he might love you. If you like him back, that is great. If you do not, tell him this. If he doesn't listen, bite him. You have really strong teeth.' Was this a boy likes girl situation? Did Holly need to bite him? Why did no one prepared me for this situation in more detail! What else do you got sisters for! [break] [break]
And then Ryan took out another book, wrote down something else, and slid the other book over to her. [break] [break]
Holly was for some reason afraid to look, but her curious nature got the better of her and her eyes drifted downwards to the new set of words. [break][break]
"Because you're pretty." [break][break]
Those words... The most dark ideas went through her head as she thought of all the wrong reasons all of this could be happening. What if this was just some cruel joke? What if someone like...was playing a prank on her? Those words... She could hear their voices in her head. 'Ha ha, Holly thinks that a boy likes her! Isn't she a child?! She is just too weird looking to have someone draw her for anything else than some attempt at humor. Nobody would really be interested in her. She doesn't even have proper clothing!'[break] [break]
Holly leaned over the table for a moment, her messy hair falling over the contours of her face, hiding her features. She turned towards Ryan a moment later before she leaned in to tap him oh so gently on his shoulder. [break][break]
She spoke the first two words that came to mind that she found fitting. [break] [break]
"Thank you."[break][break]
She sounded funny. Her voice beamed with an emotion she hadn't really felt this strongly since she left home. It would be obvious why she sounded like that when Ryan would turn around to look at the girl. For one, she was giving him a smile, and a big one at that for her standards. While the importance of such a rare occasion would most likely be lost on Ryan, it was at least an honest and pretty smile. Her face betrayed that the girl seemed to take the words Ryan gave her at their most sincerest. And she had never received such a compliment from anyone at Haven. She was taking a leap of faith here. She let out a sigh before she opened her eyes to look at this stranger. She didn't exactly know what to say next. Maybe her name would be handy, but this person has drawn her for what seemed to be days. He must know her name right? Maybe he thought of a name for her in his head? Well, better just give it to him straight.[break][break]
"I am Holly. Holly Hock. I uhm...I like plants."[break][break]
Smooth.
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'Hey window, have someone ever told you how damn sexy you look?'
'Hey, idiot, focus.'
'What's the point? As far as I know, she's going to put a harassment complaint filed against my ass.'
He had done it now. As soon as the book started sliding, his brain tried to overpower his body. So it could grab the book, store it and jump, then run, the fuck away, through that extremely sexy window. But it was too late now. Not to mention it would be extremely rude and make him look bad on her eyes.
Why did he care once again? 'Focus''Shut the fuck up, Aarden.' Thus, with his eyes tightly closed, and his head turned away from her, he waited for her response. Whichever it may be.
He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. So gentle, than for a second he didn't even believe it had happened. Followed by a "Thank you," that made him release a small breath he didn't know he was holding. But his nervousness returned nearly as fast as it had disappeared. What now?
"I am Holly. Holly Hock. I Uhm...I like plants."
Holly. So that's how she's called. Against his better judgment, he turned, ever so slowly, towards her after his blush settled down a little. But as soon as he did so, he saw her smile. She was really pretty. Coughing down a lump that formed in his throat. He ignored his increasingly pink cheeks, his masquerade having crumbled once again, and reached for his book. Wrote "I'm Ryan Vas. I like to draw," and slide towards her.
'You're a damn casanova, you know that?' Aarden muttered.
'What do you mean?' 'I like to draw. Seriously? I think that she already knows that.'
...
'Shut the fuck up, Aarden.'
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Post by Holly Hock on Sept 6, 2019 17:10:20 GMT -5
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All that Holly did when she saw Ryan turning his head was keeping smiling. He didn't looked half bad, which was oddly comforting. While nobody gets to decide who the creepy kid is who has an obsession with you, it is at least nice that they aren't horrible to look at. Holly kept smiling as she was saw that Ryan was going to write down something in his book again. He was a mute, right? That was kinda sad. Poor kid couldn't even talk. Was it rude to ask about that? [break][break]
'I'm Ryan Vas. I like to draw' [break] [break]
Honestly, both pieces of information were good to know. A name is always important, and knowing that Ryan drew other Non-Holly related objects and persons was reassuring. If someone drew only a lot of Holly it would maybe be a bit weird, but flattering. If he ONLY drew Holly and nothing else entirely, it would be weird... and creepy. Still, the thought of an artist taking an interest in Holly because she was pretty was enough to keep a smile on the girl's face.[break] [break]
"Hey Ryan. I like how you like to draw."[break] [break]
Still, it became clear to Holly that this lack of verbal communication needed to be addressed. If she was going to have Ryan as a friend, she needed to knew if he was mute or just shy. The girl pricked one of her tiny sausages on her fork before taking a small bite from it. After swallowing she asked a very Hollian question, in a rather whimsical kind of way.[break] [break]
"So...do we keep to book-based talking? Is that how you learned to communicate? Did you get a tiny book as a baby to learn how to write?"[break] [break]
There were some people who couldn't write but could speak. Maybe Ryan was just one of those people who could write but not speak? [break] [break]
That, or he was stupid. Sweet but stupid.
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That was... a very peculiar way of asking a question. Ryan didn't knew why but something about the way she asked struck him be somewhat odd. But, like with most social stuff, Ryan wasn't exactly sure of what to do with that odd feeling. But he just shrugged it off. It's no like he knows, or can even dictate, how people must talk. Thus, he focused on the most pressing matter. What to reply.
In one hand, he could play along with her assumption and just write the he only knows how to write. In the other one, he could tell her that he does knows how to talk. But doesn't want to due to.... reasons. Why was he even thinking of which one do? If he told her that he could indeed talk, she may try to press him into telling her why he doesn't. Or, even worse, try to make him talk.
With this mentality on hand. He reached for his notebook and wrote.
"More or less."
With that out of the way, he thought that it may be a good idea to explain himself as soon as he could. Less she truly files a complaint against him.
"I apologize, by the way," he added below. "For drawing you that much without letting you know. I know that was a creepy move from my part, but i just couldn't help myself."
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So...Ryan could only talk by way of books. Holly read the words given to her, and she let her mind reflect on her situation. This was honestly kind of a let down. She could handle shy, but not being able to speak at all? How would you even like...live life without saying things other than by what you can write down? You would never be able to tell blind people how you feel! That is so much disconnect! On top of all of that, Holly wasn't the best reader! What if Ryan wanted to talk about how is day went and wrote down a whole essay on why Nasrin has emotional issues? It would take her minutes to read it all! Still, this all might be worth it depending on how Ryan was... as a person [break] [break]
He seemed to apologize for drawing without consent though. Which was nice, but also unneeded. While most people would most likely have burned the book by now or punched Ryan in the face, the plant-loving girl didn't saw the point. Holly would have experienced no discomfort what so ever if Ryan remained her secret admirer. He could draw a giant mural in his room and Holly would not be bothered. She might even model for it if it made him happy. If she was just his little fantasy, it would be no problem. If he had shared his adoration with anyone else...there might be a problem, but Ryan doesn't seem like the kind of person who would approach other people. So Holly was happy to have this adoring guy all for herself. Someone who liked her appearance. Someone who is going to like her personality too, though she first needed to see if she liked all of him. [break] [break]
Holly remained cheerful and happy to look at, as she responded. "I don't mind you drawing me, but I would have liked if you told me earlier! I could like...dress differently so that you have different drawings!" Thinking back about the multiple times she had been told to dress differently by more than one person, Holly wasn't surprised she went to clothing immediately. She couldn't care that much how she looked, and her dress was functional enough. Still, other people want her to dress differently every other day or so it seemed. Wait. What if she brought up the question for once? Artists know like..colour and stuff, not? He might actually give good advice! Holly placed her hands together as she asked her question seemingly without a care about what thoughts it might bring.[break] [break]
"So...if you could draw me wearing anything at all, what would it be?"[break] [break]
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All sorts of thoughts that Ryan will never admit having crossed his mind in a second as a heavy blush forced its way into his face. But the next second, his mind finally registered the tone which was used. And when he reluctantly turned to her, being somewhat scared that she will see his blush, he saw that her face held nothing else but cheerfulness. Had he just done what, if he remembers correctly, was called thinking with the wrong head?
Slowly releasing a breath, in a vain hope of having his blush subdued, he began to think how to reply. Well, if he were to be completely honest, he doesn't really mind what she wore as long as it was he- 'And hey, what in the living fuck I'm thinking?!' 'Say that,' Aarden said.
'Aarden, I swear to god that I'll go in there and kick you in the nuts if you don't shut the fuck up!'
'Ryan, I'm not kidding. Believe in me. In time, you will thank me for this.'
'Why would i... fuck, fine. I'll trust you this time, Aarden.' 'Have i ever failed you?' Aarden said with a cheeky grin. 'Fuck you... And never. You never did, brother.' Hoping for the best to happen, he wrote a sentence that may as truly well be his end.
"I don't care, to be honest. As long as you wear it, I'm sure you'll look pretty on it."
And slid it towards her as his fucking bad-quality masquerade turned non-existent under the weight of his still increasing blush.
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Post by Holly Hock on Sept 13, 2019 16:07:40 GMT -5
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Well that was a rubbish answer. Very cute, but still rubbish. Holly looked at Ryan with a 'are you kidding me' look for a moment. While she was charmed by Ryan's interest in all things Holly, she wasn't really there to just get compliments. He already told her that she was pretty. Her cheeks puffed up as well in a very hamster-like response to that line now that she thought about it even more. Of course I am pretty! I would be pretty without clothing! I need clothing which are just as pretty as I am, if that is possible! What kind of artist are you! She thought about the proper way to tell this to a mute artist with social issues. [BREAK] [BREAK]
"Listen...if my body would be your canvas for you to paint all over, what would you draw on me? Blue, red, pink? I want to look...ugh...presentable, I guess."[break] [break]
Holly groaned at the idea of needing to change because other people were just jerks about how she looked, but there comes a point that every random person on the street thinking you are a hobo just becomes exhausting. Holly very much has a place to sleep with a roof, thank you very much. I could also like...punch you, or whatever...random dude in the street! I got very strong knuckles for a girl my height![break] [break]
Our favourite plant girl looked distant for a moment as she envisioned herself punching some rude dude in her mind, before she focused again on Ryan and whatever he would write down next. Having an admirer who takes time between giving a response might have its perks. No need to rush.
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Any sort of indecent thought that may have crossed Ryan's mind were pushed to its innermost corner as his inner artists took over. Something to make her at least look presentable? No, no. That wouldn't do. If she wanted to look good she needed to go all out. No middle grounds should be taken. Taking his silver notebook that had been resting on the table for the last couple minutes, he opened it on a fresh page and divided it on two parts with a straight line he drew. Atop each side he wrote "Formal" and "casual," and under each he spent the next couple minutes drawing Holly wearing an outfit of his desing accordingly to the title above. The draws themselves weren't nearly as high quality as the ones he drew before, but they still were damn good, even if he said so.
Under the casual section, he wore her wearing a red t-shirt and a dark blue frill skirt, the colors were written at the side of the clothes with an arrow pointing at them since he was only using a pencil. He didn't drew her with any sort of footwear since, after a quick look, he didn't seem to be wearing any. On the other side, he drew her wearing a red long dress with a white sash. Once again not drawing any footwear.
He wrote underneath the draws "Red suits you, i hope you like them. I think they would look good on you," and gave her the notebook so she could see them with more detail. He just hoped that she took his ideas kindly and not as some sort of "I'm here to save your dead fashion style," thing. That would be downright suicidal if you did it to any girl. Even if she asked for it.
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Post by Holly Hock on Sept 16, 2019 18:46:56 GMT -5
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When Holly understood that Ryan was going to take a while drawing whatever his mind desired, the girl found that it was the excellent time to actual eat something. She was in the cafeteria to eat, in the first place. So, that was what she did. First the piece of toast, followed by the sausage. When she was to start with the egg, she noticed that Ryan was almost done with casual outfit, she halted for a moment to look at the first outfit.[break] [break]
It was a T-Shirt and a skirt. He was a good man, knowing that a proper lady would not wear pants. Well, any sane person would not wear pants if other options are available. But women especially! One may forgo shoes, but when prefers pants over other garment choices, there is something wrong. They are restrictive, not fashionable, and they...just weren't nice to look at. Still, looking at the outfits without them being coloured was a bit of a problem picturing Ryan's vision. Holly made a comment about it as Ryan was working, and it was the only one during the process as she wanted to let him work in peace. "You may borrow my crayons if you would like...it is the deluxe package. I got the fancy colours like purple."[break] [break]
As she was looking at the formal drawing being made, Holly went on to eat her chicken egg. She did so more as a snake than a human. She peeled off the shell with her nails as easily as it was made out of wrapping paper. Next, she seemed to calm her breathing for a moment before she just took the whole damn egg into her mouth in one go. Just when you would expect her to also swallow the damn thing like that as well, she seemed to chew on it at least for a little bit. Still, in no way was it long enough for it to be at a comfortable pace before she does eventually swallow. After some visible discomfort as it made its journey, she seems to get the whole thing down without passing out. While she doesn't address it to Ryan, she honestly hate to eat these eggs. They are just so much bigger than the ones she was used to. There were quails on Mato-Mato, which gave nice comfortable eggs to swallow. These larger eggs were hard, and it was honestly a hassle. How anyone else could do it without complaining was a mystery to Holly.[break] [break]
Holly was fully recovered from her eggventure, she looked at the final drawing when it was finished. She inspected the clothing pieces for a moment, her eyes and expression blank as she seemed to think over the designs. The girl nodded to herself, before she turned her head to Ryan. While she wasn't smiling like she was earlier, her expression was at least somewhat resembling happiness...which was most likely the most Ryan could get out of her on even a good day. "I love them! Still, we need those crayons...speaking of which..."[break] [break]
Thinking about it for a moment...she didn't even had anything to give for the designs. Holly wasn't fond of asking for things just like that from her new admirer just like that. Even though he took the liberty to draw her silently for days without her knowledge, which might be stalking, when you have come to the point where you were requesting art you need to give something for it in return! What would he like? Well, all that Holly knew of him were three things. Ryan couldn't talk, he loved to draw, and he found Holly pretty. Also, Holly should wear something red. How could we combine the three? She seemed to have sound the answer soon enough. "Well, how does this sound: I get something red to wear, and then I will come and model for you! I..." The girl paused for a moment, seeming to be consumed by a brief moment of shyness before she continued as unabashedly as she normally was. "I would prefer it that I know you draw me, instead of doing it in secret. I will...look my best for you." [break] [break]
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After finishing with his draws Ryan finally registered what she told him midway through. But, after pondering for a while, he remembered that there was a single, tiny problem with her offering. He had no idea how to draw with color. Like, no idea. He could do seriously good draws when it came to black and white, but the second colors entered the equation it usually ended in being quite a disaster. He doesn't even want to remember the number of amazing draws he ruined that way.
But well, at least she seemed to like them, or love them as she said. But Ryan was just happy that she took his advice the good way. He didn't want to be on her bad side. Even if he still didn't know exactly why. Eating what little remained of his breakfast, he was getting ready to leave since people were already starting to filter into the Cafeteria. But as soon as her proposal reached his ears he stopped dead on his tracks. Once again, his piece of shit of a masquerade gave way to a scarlet blush as his eyes seemed to find a seemingly nice spot on his plate. The overdrive his mind experienced before paled against the one it was currently having.
He had no idea of how much time had actually happened, but by the time he grabbed his notebooks a lot of people had already entered. Scribbling something on his black notebook, he tore the page off and left it in front of Holly so she could read what he wrote:
"I would love to."
Before dashing away as fast as his feet could feasibly carry him without making him look like he was escaping from her. Once away from the Cafeteria and the ever increasing stream of incoming students. Ryan couldn't help but graze his still scarlet face with his fingers. The burning hot feeling against his fingertips and face was quickly washed away by the increasingly cool air. Had it been always this cool outside? And now, with his head finally somewhat clear, he couldn't help but wonder.
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