` sonder [ drop-in roleplay ]

[acacia.]

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⚪⚪⚪Mind on other things, he quietly watched her delicately pick out and arrange flowers. To be honest, he didn't even notice she strayed from the pink until she was done, but he didn't bring it up, not wanting to be that customer. As she spoke sweetly, he glanced upward to meet his reflection in her glasses. "Oh, yeah, thanks," he replied with a nearly-flustered smile as he pulled the note out of his wallet and handed it to her. Something had been on the edge of his mind since he walked in this store, and today felt like a good day to be spontaneous, so why not subtly ask her out to lunch? "Hey, do you know any good places to eat? Preferably places that aren't busy?" Maybe she would pick up on it, and if not, then that was okay, too... Wait, what if she's not single? There was no taking back a free lunch offer, so he simply grinned and raised an eyebrow.

[Saxhleel]

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Currently;In the Florist Tags;  Vice Cordova

Nina accepted the note after a moment, putting it neatly with the others in the till. Looking up at his question, she allowed no other reaction than a slightly quirked, rather tidy, eyebrow. The thought crossed her mind, that he might indeed be asking for her company, but never once in her life had a man asked her out. She'd never restricted herself to dating anyone of just one gender. But as soon as that got out whilst she'd been in highschool, No boy had taken an interest, for one reason or another.

"I...I, well, theres...Theres a little cafè down the street, but it can be busy in the morning, so i'd wait a little if I were you. If you wanted more of a meal theres a pub like three blocks away...Their food is good...I....I could show you." she stumbled on her words at first, trying to draw her mind away from those unhelpful lingering thoughts about boys and highschool. She seemed as though she might want to take the offer back as soon as she'd said it. But any attempts to say anything more died in her throat, eager to hear how he'd react to such a thing.

[tiredrobin]

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Robin Kaehn

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androgynous • they/them pronouns

19

Panromantic Asexual

Tagged • n/a

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The life of an artist was often nocturnal, with hours spent into the night listening to music and procrastinating on large projects by "searching" the internet for references, when really that time is spent on various social sites and ignoring the growing responsibility. A lot of nights were spent sleepless and rushed to meet deadlines, and sometimes just because motivation and creativity soars high and it'd be a crime to put that pencil down.

Throw in collage and you're spelling disaster.

Sleep hadn't been much of an option last night, what with finishing a commission last minute and working on a project while motivation was high, as well as self-induced insomnia and a body that absolutely refused to rest for longer than 6 hours (for whatever horrid reason). As it stands, Robin was pretty used to waking up at what others considered ungodly hours and springing (in some cases rolling) out of bed to get the morning duties done, which usually consisted of a short, cold shower and some cereal. Most of the time after that was wasted away on their laptop or at their sketchbook, sometimes both, or reading. A lot of that time was spent staring at the wall or ceiling blankly, scratching absentmindedly at their numb arm, contemplating the past and considering the future.

Dreams of world travel started at a young age and stayed with them throughout the years, occasionally shifting into wanting to be the first person on Mars and just being an astronomer. Wanting to be a famous artist and cartoon animator was more recent, starting when they were thirteen and going from there. Robin was sure part of the reason why they wanted to be an artist was because of the accident when they were twelve; with their arm amputated from the elbow, they spent a long while feeling as though hopes of exploring the world were dashed, shot down, knocked out for good. The following years went by in the seclusion of books and sketch diaries, and at some point during that time they realized just how much they loved the arts, and just how much the thought of being an artist appealed to them. It was when they were 15 that they decided that they wanted to be an animator.

Robin put years of research into looking for potential collages they might like to attend even while they were still a sophomore, and all that time eventually led them to London, England. A great opportunity to start fresh, and to live in weather the Canadian could easily handle.

Which somehow reminded them. A glance at the clock told Robin that now was a good time as any to head out into the grey day to pick up some milk and maybe some eggs. Running a hand through jet black hair, Robin considered grabbing one of their thicker sweaters and wearing their prosthetic, but they decided against it and just went with a rather thin, light jacket, tying up the sleeve for their stump so people wouldn't stare so hard and could easily figure out what was up. They slipped their sketchbook into a small bag and slung it over their shoulder, grabbing their small plastic basket (to carry the stuff, because no way could they do it on their own), and out the door they went, down the flight of stairs and onto the street. Time to go shopping.

((//this is really long oops))

[acacia.]

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⚪⚪⚪ To be honest, he couldn't remember the last time he talked to a girl like this. There were always the tipsy girls that teetered over to his booth in whatever club he was in and slur a few compliments on his looks. Not only were their words totally provoked by the drink in their hand, but he was sometimes too focused on keeping said drink as far away from his laptop as possible to really listen to what they had to say anyway.

xxxHe listened her talk about the cafe, which he wasn't quite in the mood for, but the pub sounded right up his alley. Her words were hesitant, so he paused, eyebrow raised, and waited for her to change her mind. He hated making people feel obligated to do stuff with him, and the fact that she agreed to go anywhere with him right on the spot like that was amazing... Were all Londoners like this? After a second, she didn't take anything back, so he felt it was okay to continue. "Oh, yeah, that sounds great," a surprised grin lingered. " Did you want to go now? Or did you want to wait until you got off? I don't want to get you in trouble with your boss..."

this post is trash ugh

[Saxhleel]

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Currently;In the Florist Tags;  Vice Cordova

Nina realised that she could have walked right into a trap here. Everything she knew about Americans told her that she had no reason to be afraid. They were much nicer than the average Brit. Much happier and friendlier. Besides, she'd been raised up north, it was rough in her home neigborhood, you fought off those who were weaker than you, and made friends (groveled) with those stronger than you. Nina believed she was capable enough to fight him off of things turned nasty.

Her shy demeanour receded after he mentioned her boss, and her lips spread into a smile and her eyebrows relaxed again. "Boss! Ha! It's just little old me since my auntie retired." she chuckled "I'm sure I can spare a little bit to perform a good deed." her tone was light as she went to untie the apron at her back. Then paused to look at him and cocked a brow once more "I was invited, correct?" she asked, seeming slightly trepidatious now. Not wanting to have misread his eager tone.

(sorry, no colour im on the ipod)

[sweetbriar]

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"Actually... My parents think I'm going for corporate law," A small smile spread across her her face. "But. I'm actually just taking a creative writing class." If her parents ever found out about this they would put her under house arrest so fast.. The blonde shivered mentally. Sometimes she just really hated her parents... Even if they were her parents. They were far too demanding.

[acacia.]

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⚪⚪⚪He was caught off guard by her sudden smile. At first, he thought she was laughing at him because he said something stupid, but the confusion in his eyes washed away as she mentioned her independence in the running of the flower shop. He would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed. Unfortunately, he didn't have the kind of patience necessary to run a building full of plants. Don't get him wrong, he thought it was cool, but... well, kudos to the florists of the world.

xxxHe kept his eyes on his flowers while she began to untie her apron, but a look from her made him raise his eyes. "Psht, yeah, of course." He absent-mindedly traced the petals of one of the flowers with a finer. "Do you mind if I leave these here?" he made a little gesture towards his box of flowers.

no worries

[Saxhleel]

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Currently;In the Florist Tags;  Vice Cordova

Nina relaxed after his agreement swept her apron from her person with quite a flourish. She disappeared into the back of the shop, she folded the black cloth, pressing it neatly on the counter, she made a mental note to put the snowbells in some water when she got back. She then grabbed her parka and pulled it close around her form. She truy loved her coat, it was comfier than her pyjamas on a day like this. Even if it wasn't quite waterproof and half the time she arrived at the shop looking like a drowned rat.


She came back to the boy after a moment, sashaying across the floor, patting down her pockets for her belonging checklist. "Of course you may, I wouldn't want my little lovlies injured." she replied with a fondness in her tone reserved only for plants. Pushing out her arm, she offered the stranger her ringed hand and smiled "My name is Nina, Nina hopkins. Your's?"

[acacia.]

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⚪⚪⚪He watched her return, grinning at the thought of finally having something to do. The blonde pulled his hands out of his pockets and shook the hand she put forward. "I'm Vice... Cordova," he smiled despite his hesitance to add his last name; a lot of people have said that when they heard his name before knowing him they thought he was a girl. "Nice to meet you." He can't actually remember the last time he shook somebody's hand. Maybe it was the people he surrounded himself with, but hand-shaking wasn't really a common sight for him.

thank god. i feel so much better now. thanks uvu

[sparky246]

Melanine Grace Harper
Twenty-one
Tagged~Sybil

"Writing? That's neat," Mel commented as they walked into the coffee shop. "Have any stories written?" Again, Mel's favorite thing to do besides dance -and have amazing tea- was to read. There was nothing she loved to do more than wake up and go to work, perfecting her role in her dance company's newest performance, then head to lunch, go back to work, then go home and cuddle in some blankets with a good book.