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Halloween Festival; open to everyone
Topic Started: Jul 25 2009, 02:24 PM (1,330 Views)
Hannalore
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Jake rather enjoyed the fact that she had used the term 'all hallows eve'; it was hard to find that in people, and he smiled normally when she said it. "Oh I agree," he said. "I'd much rather just be unlucky tonight than be haunted by some ghost or something. Not that I'm all that lucky to begin with..."

He wanted to add 'throw me a black cat and a ladder any day' but didn't want to overdo his conversation. It was obvious that Jake was feeling a little bit easier, but he was still forcing himself to keep up the conversation.

"Oh, robbing the cosmos is my main source of income right now, unfortunately," he rubbed his arm nervously. What would she think of him if he didn't have a job? An unemployed man living with his sister? Oh dear... "I'm really a writer... but I was thinking about opening a photography studio with my sister. We're artsy. She paints, I write... but I think we might invest in a camera soon and do some shoots, and open a place up."
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Fiorella felt warm a bit inside once she had felt Demetrius wrap his arms around her waist and held her for a moment until letting go. The way he had said her name was very sweet, cute… and romantic? But Fiorella thought he didn’t say her name in a romantic way. She was getting close to him each time they met and thought that something would come in their way real soon but it was too early to figure that out now.

She noticed his expression as shaken, and made a worried look. “Ano… did I make you embarrassed? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hug you unexpectedly…”
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Jake mentioned that he wasn’t exactly Mr. oh wow I just found a four leaf clover, and since she was more of Ms. Damn I rolled snake eyes--again, well who knew what ill-fated events would come there way.

The bright side was that the in-shape man (which she had to keep noticing for the mere fact that she was at eye level with his abdomen) seemed less tense, his words and gestures possessing more of an airy feel as he went on to divulge his career, or lack there of. She grinned when he chose to play along with the pun she had placed in their conversation that hinted at his identity for tonight.

When he brought up the fact that he was a writer/photographer the blue orbs that were her eyes lit up with interest. There was nothing quite as entertaining as a good book, so she found it particularly exciting to actually meet a potential author. The sudden enthusiasm translated to her voice as she almost chirped out her response, “Wow! Uh I would love to read your book, or I mean if you need someone to look over a rough draft or something, it would be an honor. And you’ll be the first person I call if I need to capture some candid moments.” She couldn’t help but be overcome with a sense of awe when people were so creative like that. This was mostly due to the fact that she lacked any actual natural talent and was oh so very average.

“I guess you could say I’m in real estate,” actually it was really just a plan old desk job, but what was the harm in embellishing a little? “I’m a secretary at Blue Bird Gateway.” Yes, it was a very blunt response and her lack of enthusiasm for her line of work defiantly showed through, but it was not as if she had the option of complaining about her job. To have no home to call your own and no job to speak of, now that would truly be pathetic.
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Silver heard someone adress him. Silver turned around and saw a young woman dressed as a queen, or knight or something along those lines.

"Your costume is just as good." said Silver as he pushed up his face guard so his face could be seen. "My name is Silver."

Silver was glad to have someone talk to him after several minutes of walking around.
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Idiotic, Heartless, infuriating, Aiden Aiton was all this and one hundred times more! As if life wasn't bad enough, having to spend her twenty-first birthday (in actuallity her fifteenth, but these minor details need not be brought up) with hundreds of other people she did not know, nor did the cat waitress have any intention of getting to know them; she was also standing side by side with some crazy lunatic singing a pirate song at the top of his lungs. This of coursed caused all sorts of wandering eyes to land on the two and put Izel in a situation she did NOT want to be in. She'd never been good at being the center of attention, in fact usually the lying girl sunk into the shadows, completely ignored, which was exactly how she liked it.
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Oh no, these things weren't even the tip of the iceberg, what had really pushed her over the edge was the fact she was getting clearly laughed at to her face. Sure the blond was at least attempting to silence his laughter, however he was not doing a good job. What made things so embarrassing she was here in a skirt and cat ears when she was pretending to be a guy! Honestly! What had Aiden been thinking? Oh right he wasn't, that or he just clearly loved making her life miserable.
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'You... you look adorable, Rocko, r-really! It... it suits y-youhoohoohoo!' Oh how she would have loved to turn into liquid and vaporize into the air at that very moment. Adorable? Her evil glare intensified at least ten percent with this comment, her lips stammered as she tried to find the words which were on the tip of her tongue.
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"Do. You. Have. Any. Idea. How. Embarrassing. This. Is?" she motioned at the skirt and then the cat tail, honestly she looked like a complete fool. He was dead, so dead. Izel made a note to strangle him in the middle of his sleep and throw him into the ruins (which thanks to their effort had been cleared by now.) He'd simply gotten lost in the ruins, oh what a tragedy. Yes, that would no nicely.
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"We look like fools," Izel tossed the comment off handily as she gazed at the pirate attire Aiden was wearing, she'd been truly surprised seeing him work at night on the costume, never in a million years would Izel admit this, or that he'd done a good job. And because she felt like it, Izel delivered a quick painful kick at the man's knee, if only to further display her displeasure.
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"Fine go, without you here I can leave," To further proved her point, Izel expertly folded her skirt under her and seated herself comfortably on the ground, as soon as he left she'd getup and leave. For now, a stubborn and childish stance was taken up, she would not lose this battle.
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Glares, hisses, muttering, curses... anything that wasn't directed straight to his face pretty much sailed right over his head. Aiden bounced around in place, quite happy to be here and not working. Really, ugh, the past while had been ter-ri-ble. Now that he wasn't alone at the ruins, it was really hard to slack off. Though, he had to admit, finding new ways to slink out of working was a fun new thing to do... unless he got hurt. Which, he thought, was kind of seeming more common? ... Hrn.
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<br>When Izel spoke, Aiden looked over. "Do. You. Have. Any. Idea. How. Embarrassing. This. Is?" The man looked down at the shorter male (...) blankly for a moment. He blinked at his brown-haired friend, his face void of expression. For a second at least. His cheeks expanded, his eyes slowly squeezing shut as he tried to stifle laughter. As he began shaking his head in response to the rhetorical question (not that he thought of it was one) he lost it. The blonde's face almost literally seemed to burst as he allowed his loud, hearty chuckles to start pouring out of his mouth. "Nope! Can't say I do," he managed to wheeze through loud whoops of joy.
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<br>A few moments passed and his laughter subsided into more sighs of happiness. Aiden glanced over at Izel, wiping tears from his eyes, as he stated: "We look like fools." Hm? Did theeeey? He didn't really have a mirror, so he couldn't tell. Though! He wondered just how it was he could. Did he have... eyes in the trees?! Aiden looked around wildly at their surroundings, both fascinated and scared. However, he seemed to silently deem that he was safe as he soon relaxed and turned to his friend. "I think I look pretty smashing," he snickered. "You, though... well... hey!" He yelped as pain struck his knee. Frowning, he lifted his leg, holding the place in question. "Bloody hell, that hurt, I mean you could've..."
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<br>Aiden looked down at his leg. Then let go, but kept his calf raised. Blinking, he studied himself for a moment. And then laughed again. "Hey! Hey! I'm really a pirate now. Quick, get me a pegleg!" Ecstatic with this new discovery, he began hopping around in place, and then in circles. Aiden continued this for a minute or so, spouting piratey 'arr's and 'shiver me timber's every second. When the novelty wore off, though, he stopped and noticed that his friend-side-kick-thing was sitting on the ground. Slowly standing on two feet again, he looked down at the brown-haired boy. His face started off somewhat blank, but a frown slowly worked its way across it.
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<br>"Aw, c'mon. S'no fun. Here, you just need a good ol' shove, don't you?" Aiden's face was suddenly alight with a smile. Without any warning or notice, he bent down and snaked his arms around his assistant's skinny body. "Up you go! I've got my loot, there's no stopping meee!" Laughing even more, he rose to his feet, hoisting Izel up along with him. With bouncing steps he began to trek further into the crowd, carrying Izel like a package against his chest. "Don't be such a party pooper, Rocko," he told him cheerfully as he walked through the various ghouls and ghosts.

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<br>[align=right]Non, non, non, non; do not make such an unhappy face! When Fiorella gave that worried, frowning face, Demetrius felt guilt overcome him and had a serious need to make it disappear. And so, he gave the widest smile he could manage, crinkling his green painted-on tattoo and nose effectively. He shook his head twice, then managed a small laugh.
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"Mais, non," Demetrius began, looking down at her again, dearly wishing she wouldn't frown so. "Embarrassed? Moi? Never." Of course this was meant teasingly, for there was hardly a moment when he was around her that he didn't feel embarrassed. Not in the shameful, gut-punching way, but embarrassed in the sense where one's pulse quickens and hops about wildly.
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He continued his assurances with a rolling hand gesture as he spoke. "And really… I didn't mind. It was getting un peu froid out here. Mais, maintenant, I am, how do you say… cozy." He chirped, hoping the excuse would advance him to the next phase. Whatever phases occurred in conversational aspects.
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Katania waved one paw again, then ran in over her glistening hair, since her fingers couldn't quite permeate the hairsprayed helmet, absently finding chores for her hands to perform. The other twirled the straw in her untouched drink, and now she could smell the punch as many patrons were walking around with glasses of the stuff. Something so sugary and fruity that it made her tongue swell in her mouth. How she wished they had served some kind of mocha beverage instead, something hot and bitter to burn off the late fall chill.
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At his reference to losing his life to curiosity, Kat snorted; the moral behind the phrase was accurate enough, she'd heard the ditty countless times in reference to her name and yet here she was, alive and kicking. It seemed curiosity hadn't gotten the best of this Kat yet, no matter how many things she had ever been curious of. Good choice, she thought. Most women hate to be asked their age or weight; for me, it's wise not to mess with the hair.
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When Dark mentioned her own curiosity, Kat rolled her eyes and bit her lip, visually thinking of some question to ask. "Well, I do have nine lives, after all, so one little taste of curious questioning can't be all that bad, can it?" She grinned, proud that she'd been able to come up with some relevant feline reference. "But let's see here…" she lowly said, two fingers cupping her chin as she examined Dark, as if staring into his very soul, rolling her eyes up and down his figure.
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In mock inspiration, she flinched, gasping inwardly and bouncing on her heels. "Say Dark, enlighten me." Kat had flipped through her mental bible of 'Questions to Ask Males' and had decided on one in particular, one not too aggressive, yet could very well flatter herself in the end. "What was your first impression of me, coming over here, hmm?" She lightly asked, regarding her nails curiously, smirking while she spoke.

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Jake was pretty surprised about Ella's extreme interest in his career. Usually people were a little interested, or found the fact that it wasn't a normal job interesting, but no one really wanted to read his work or anything. He understood it was a hard thing to do; what if he sucked? What could they say about it? It's impossibly hard to help a friend out, and be brutally honest.

His smile was much more relaxed, more natural. "Thanks, I'll definitely keep it in mind. I'll make sure to look you up when we open the shop too!"

"Ah, well, being a secretary isn't that bad..." although he was at ease, his face became a little bit sheepish again. "I mean, I could never do it. I'm not so great at talking with people... Ironic, a writer bad with words..." he tried to laugh a little, but didn't know still if the girl was interested.

"It's strange I haven't seen you. We live in bluebird gateway. I'll have to come out and visit."
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Erik found it amusing that he actually forgot that Echo was so terribly naive, even at this point. In fact, he seemed to be forgetting a lot of things, like the fact that he was wearing a mask. The purple-haired girl stared at him for a moment before saying his name questioningly, and Erik was very tempted to smack himself in the forehead. Huh. Well, if his own roommate didn't recognize him, then it was rather likely that very few others would. After all, he didn't quite have any friends on this island at this point, but only a few acquaintances and several customers.<br>
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...then again, perhaps that could come in handy for him tonight, especially if there was any sort of alcohol on hand here. Goddess knew that it had been much too long since he'd indulged in any good wines or beers. In fact...had he even visited the bar since he'd been here? No, that didn't seem too likely. Obviously he'd have to visit there as soon as he possibly could.<br>
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A strange expression crossed Echo's face then, and Erik narrowed his eyes a little as he watched her glance toward her shoulder and then blush very deeply. What a peculiar thing. Though perhaps there was an admirer over there? A glance afforded him nothing but darkness and Halloween decorations. Then perhaps it was this Medusa creature.<br>
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No matter what he tried, Erik wasn't a single bit closer to identifying Medusa than he was when he'd first met Echo. He didn't have the time to diagnose exactly where she came from, but living with Echo for this period of time did inform him that she wasn't purposely lying about this fictional creation. No, it was born of something else...but he had no idea what. He was quite certain that now wasn't the time to bring it up either. "...Ah. Well, then, Miss Anastasia, have you had any punch yet tonight? Any snacks? I was going to take a trip over to that table, if you'd like to accompany me?" It looked a bit crowded at the moment, but he wasn't planning on being there for very long either.

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The first thing William registered was laughter, that which was no doubt aimed at him, and he blushed even deeper, wishing that he could just crawl under the table and hide for the rest of the night. Goddess knew that he couldn't just run and leave the gathering, since he'd probably run right into like thirty people just on the lawn alone due to him not having his glasses. Protesting voices sounded behind him as well, and he turned quickly to apologize, though he only saw two other blobs, one more flesh-colored and taller than the other. "I-I'm so sorry! I don't have my glasses, and I...I'm sorry!" he called out pitifully, not having a clue that the girl he'd showered with his punch was one Ella Bradley, whom he'd run into on the docks on his very first day of coming here.<br>
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When the person whom he'd spoken to, who was apparently a girl and a young one at that from her voice, piped up to tell him that it was all right, he still shook his head slightly, hating himself. Yeah. What a great way to make a good name for himself among the ladies of Obsidian: spill punch all over them! "No, it's not okay, I should be more careful and stop trying to be so suave because Goddess knows it could never work for me anyway!" William stammered it out, but immediately found himself mortified all over again due to the fact that he'd even let himself say something like that to a total stranger, and especially to a woman. Gosh, if only the guys could see him now, they'd have a fine time making fun of him.<br>
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Her words, however, about the fact that she did things like that even with perfect vision began to placate William a little bit. It didn't matter if it was truthful or if she was just saying those things to make him feel better. All that mattered was that she seemed to understand in some way, at least. He wasn't the only dork on this island, at least. His vision in his mind of the girl standing before him, as he couldn't very well make out any of her features at all beyond her pink clothing, immediately took on a more stereotypical dorky form: thick glasses, perhaps a little more curvy than most girls on the island, and an awkward sense of style. Yes. Obviously they'd get along very well if they ever met outside of this Festival. One didn't mean many dorks and geeks like him here, after all.<br>
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When she made a comment about the table dripping blood, William couldn't keep himself from chuckling softly, and he nodded as he did so. "G-good point. Nice to think I might have just accentuated it." William trailed off a bit after that, not really knowing what else to say. He was still visibly flustered and wasn't even the best conversationalist to start with, after all.
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"No, it's not okay, I should be more careful and stop trying to be so suave because Goddess knows it could never work for me anyway!" Juliet looked up from where she had been cleaning the front of herself, and frowned. Poor guy...this must be really embarrassing for him. Juliet had had her share of humiliating situations, but it just wasn't in her nature to let it get her down...not really anyways. Biting her lip, she tried to think of something to say that would cheer him up; guy really looked like he needed that. But he did let out a chuckle, which was kind of goofy and cute in Juliet's opinion, at her comment about the blood.

"G-good point. Nice to think I might have just accentuated it." Giggling a bit herself, Juliet looked up at the man. "Personally I think it makes the table looks more authentic." She just couldn't help but smile some; he was so awkward she really just wanted to hug him and tell him it was going to be okay. But even she didn't want to that to someone she just met. So, instead, she reached out and took his hand and shook it cheerfully. "I'm Juliet Blossom, by the way." Even though she supposed he couldn't see it, she grinned up at him. Hm...I wonder what I look like to him...probably a huge pink cupcake or something.
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As Nathaniel stormed through the gathering, rage thrashed around in his head like an angry beast trapped in a cage. His blue eyes were narrowed into a heated glare, which he directed with embarrassment at the ground ahead of his feet. If he could do anything right about now, it would be something along the lines of killing his cousin. Or die. Or, to be reasonable, go home and change and never come out to one of these ridiculously tacky gatherings again. But screw reason, he was angry enough to rip someone in half. Preferably a brown-haired windbag...
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<br>If only he could take a knife to his veins and rid himself of the wretched blood that tied them together. If only he could discard his face and begin anew. He could become successful himself... probably. He didn't need his family. He didn't need Zephyr, or this stupid task, or his father or anything! All he needed was himself, and some luxury and some peace and quiet. Really. For all he cared, they could all just go and... and...
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<br>Nathaniel - or Natalie, as he was named that night - suddenly stopped. He closed his eyes and took in a very long, slow and deep breath. There was no use getting all worked up and violent like some kind of barbarian. No, he was better than that. He could handle this with grace. In fact, he would adapt to this situation (as shameful as it was) until he was feeling completely natural in this purple kimono. Because that was the way to win! That was the way to beat Zephyr and kill her fun, like the out of control animal it was. With this new resolution, the man opened his eyes and took in a deep breath once more. He turned his head to the side, but glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Zephyr. She was doing something stupid - with her magic, undoubtedly - but surely she would watch him. Then he would show her that no idiot like her was going to beat him out. Not this time.
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<br>Now. He had to find someone to socialize with. It was not much of an offensive strategy to just... stand around. But he was sure as hell not going to lower himself to talk to one of these neanderthals. So... hm. Nathaniel scanned the area behind his glasses. Most people were paired up or clustered in groups. Chattering away like monkeys. Except... his eyes fell on a pink-haired girl wearing a somewhat simple dress, holding a basket full of... things. He couldn't tell. But she was standing alone on the lawn, and apparently open for conversation.
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It was true, the number of injuries that had started to appear on young Aiden Aiton had greatly increased since Izel had moved in. Her older housemate had a horrible worth ethic, instead of working to clear the ruins, she'd either find him missing, sleeping, hiding in a tree, or even in one of the stranger instances chasing after falling leaves. Izel had never once been tolerable of nonsense, so of course Aiden had been punished in her own cruel way which included either kick to the shin, or her own personal favorite a heavy book to the head. Oddly enough, Aiden had been coming up more and more elaborate plans of escaping work, the better his plan the easier of punishment, it showed he was actually using his mind for once. At least she could reward him for that.
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Still the laughs of mockery continued on and on as Aiden flat out denied he had no clue how embarrassing the situation was for Izel. How would he like it if the roles were switched and she was the pirate and he the kitty cat waitress?! Would be be laughing then... her angry eyes dulled at the thought of the blond in the outfit. For some strange reason or another, Izel could imagine him enjoying himself, smiling and giggling with pleasure just skipping around taking orders and shaking his butt in other men's faces. Oh the horror! Why had her mind thought of such terror? Unable to handle the terrible images playing before her she began to thoroughly rubbed at her eyes, wishing no praying the horrible images would vanish.
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'Hey! Hey! I'm really a pirate now. Quick, get me a pegleg!" did this man just vomit rainbows and fart happiness?! Seriously, no matter how many times she'd scold him about working, hit him over the head, or yell at him never once had he reacting with anything besides a goofy grin and odd comment which would throw Izel into such a daze she'd have to lie down for a bit.
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"And where am I supposed to get a pegleg?" Izel demanded in a rather harsh tone. Wait why was he advancing forward? What was he thinking? This man was so strange and random, unlike most people Izel was unable to predict what they would do next. She'd never seen his next moves coming. Suddenly the feeling of cold hard pavement ceased, and instead it was replaced by the cool crip air which stung. "Aw, c'mon. S'no fun. Here, you just need a good ol' shove, don't you?" in a instant a very comfortable Izel found herself up in the air with this man's large arms wrapped around her. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to call out, make a noise, kick and bite, scream for help, however, when a person goes into complete shock, Izel's body refused to react and instead just lay there not moving an inch, stiff as a rock.
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"Up you go! I've got my loot, there's no stopping meee! So she was some type of prize? A treasure of sort? Well, hadn't her status gone down? Hoisted and shifted she found herself being cradled up against the older mans VERY warm chest, as if by reflex the waitress grasped onto the pirate's jacket for dear life, afraid they might drop them, afraid they might let go. Sense began to make it's way through the young girl's veins, soon her short legs began to kick wildly at the air, this of course did nothing to injure Aiden to her disappointment.
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"put me down! And go capture some pretty girl instead!" She began to fear he'd catch onto the slight bump in her chest, if he continued to hold her like this. "I'll poop on as many parties as I want to," after kicking and wiggling for dear life (never once letting her grip loosen) Izel sighed and admitted defeat, in a huff she calmed and bent back into the arms and allowed herself to be carried off into the ghost and ghouls, all the while a very annoyed look plastered on her face.
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Demetrius smiled at her and shook his head twice; indicating that the situation they were in was alright. He said he wasn’t embarrassed. Fiorella’s worried expression soon turned into a delighted and glad one. He didn’t mind Fiorella hugging him, as it was getting colder when the time passed and it felt… cozy. She blushed a bit, wondering what he had meant by saying that.

“Oh, I’m relieved. What should we do next… should we… dance?” She asked, a bit embarrassed.
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She was thinking Mr. Right, he was thinking Right Now
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Ah-- it seemed he was trying to sympathize with Ella and her boredom with her line of work, giving her the ol’ ‘oh its not that bad’, ‘I couldn’t be able to do it’. Nonetheless she found the whole effort very endearing, even if he was just saying such a thing just to make her feel better. Besides, Jake might have been a little stiff, but there conversation was flowing rather smoothly. No, the eye patched bandit couldn’t be as social inept as he claimed.

Then, the stranger went on to mention that both him and his sibling happened to reside in the very establishment where she spent her weekends. There was a light chuckle as she responded to his comment, “Yea, I don’t know, something about being behind a counter seems to make me invisible to people, but feel free to stop by whenever your bored.”
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