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[redtie]

Ron raised an eyebrow when he saw the color flood her cheeks, curious about the reason as he took another sip of his juice, looking around his living room for a moment, still relaxed back in the chair, but also going ahead to his next clay project, or next painting, he mused trying to paint or work a model into looking like Ven, but he shook his head at the thought, he never tried to do anything after anyone he knew with the risk that one day they would see it and hate it or be offended that he hadn't gotten it just right.

[Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ]

Ven was reading his mind- of course, she couldn't resist it. A smile hinted her lips when he was thinking about painting or making a model of her. No one had ever thought of that, and just that he thought of it, even though he seemed to decide again it, made her smile. She sighed softly, casting another glance at him and examined him for a moment before she looked down at her juice, and took another small sip as she relaxed back.

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Ron lifted his head and tilted it, studying Ven, it would be hard to capture how her dark hair spilled around her face, or her beautiful eyes, but he did like a challenge. He blushed when he remembered that she could and probably was reading his mind at the moment and probably heard his thoughts. He sipped his drink again, the blush still coloring his cheeks bright red.

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Ven could feel the blush coloring her face, but she didn't try to hide it this time as she looked over at him, a light smile on her face, then she looked down once more, biting her lip before she took a sip of her drink. She thought it was a bit sweet of how he thought of her, but more guessed it was just for his art, rather caring at all, but nothing she'd read had lead to him actually caring more than a friend. But still, it was sweet. She sighed lightly, the smile staying on her lips.

[redtie]

Ron sipped his drink again, leaning his head back against the couch cushion as he stayed relaxed and thoughtful, he could already see how he would detail the hair on a clay model, through it would be hard, he had mainly just been doing fun work here lately and it would be nice to actually put more work and effort into a painting or clay figure. He tilted his head, already planning out the color mixtures that he would use to paint the hair and eyes of the model.

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Ven sighed softly, leaning her head on the couch as she listened to his thoughts, the smile staying soft and light on her face as she relaxed, holding the near half empty cup to her chest, both of her hands still enclosed around it. She always did that with her coffee, held it close to her chest in both her hands. Even when she was younger she would... although it was a bit difficult to curl up like she did when she was in a dress. Although, the dresses were absolutely gorgeous, she hated wearing them. She blinked. Her thoughts really got off track there. She sighed, shaking her head, before she continued to listen to his thoughts again.

[redtie]

Ron sighed mentally, reminding himself that it would be smarter to stick to fun work, it had been a while since he had tried to model something after someone, and while he had enough talent to be labeled a fairly good artist, if anonymous most of the time, and he could sell his art pieces well when he needed to, he didn't trust himself to really capture the dept he saw in Ven, her...being or aura, or energy or whatever you wanted to call it that she held around her.

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Ven blinked, raising her head and looked at him curiously, then sighed deeply, taking a drink of her bloodied orange juice, the smile cleaned off her face for whatever reason. She laid her head back on the couch, and closed her eyes for a moment or two, before she opened them and looked at Ron, silently examining him.

[redtie]

Ron glanced over at Ven after a moment, studying her with a sigh when he saw that her smile had cleared off her face, he tilted his head, curious as to whether or not his thoughts of the painting or model had upset her, but not outright asking as he took another sip of his juice, staying relative relaxed.

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Ven let out a quiet sigh, more of a huff as she shifted slightly, staring down at the glass in her hand, and the blood and orange juice in the cup, that was nearly gone. She slowly lifted the glass to her lips and drank the last remains of the juice, then held her cup to her chest again as she sank down in the couch.