07-22-2013, 03:23 PM
((Ooc: Oh noes! we posted at the same time!!! Universe ripping apart!! AAHHH.... oh okay i'll just edit this part. Sowwy!))
"Dragons and flowers huh?" Her question was thoughtful, and Rune started drumming the rim of the paper cup, which of course reminded her it was there at all and she took a long sip. It was awful coffee, and she wished for a good old fashioned gas-station drip. Overly burnt and black as the devil's heart, that was the only way to drink coffee. Or iced. Iced coffee was really good too.
She set the cup aside and very gently licked droplets from her lips so as to not disturb the cherry red gloss. The current application had to last because she'd left the tube back at the hotel. Priorities. A girl couldn't carry everything.
"Doesn't have to be the wrist. Anywhere on the forearm would work really. That's all i really care about."
But before she could carry on, mumbled cursing erupted inside the cafe and Rune glanced over her shoulder to witness the gruff owner going off on somebody else again. "They must have ordered iced tea," Rune smirked then shook her head. "Sorry you had to work here. I'd never trade places with yah, not for all the free coffee in the world."
She ended up leaning forward a bit, peering down at the sketches Thalia was making. As best of them as what she could see anyway. Thalia really was good. And the dead tree was actually really awesome. "That's really cool," she pointed it out, "Any way to incorporate that? I know its leafless but that doesn't mean its not pretty." She nodded, eyes widened like if anyone understood what she meant, Thalia would.
"Violets..." she added somberly. Almost reserved, before she realized it, and changed her face around to be herself again. "Could you do something with violets? Maybe growing around the tree? My mom. Her name was Violet. She died when I was born."
So lost in thought, Rune hadn't noticed the stranger push off from his spot on the wall and come forward until he was almost right at their table. Which was really bad. Seth would kill her for being so aloof.
Rune's dark-rimmed eyes stared up at the stranger, whom in her mind seemed to have picked the absolute worst time to interrupt. Men had awful timing. But she heard him out, even if her posture while doing so subtly shifted so that she was aimed another direction, placing the bulk of the table in between them, and ready to leap out of harm's way if need-be. It wasn't overtly offensive, just a girl staying on her toes.
"I'm sorry, sir. But we're not hookers. You must have gotten the wrong impression." She blinked, straight faced, then glanced at Thalia. "Wait. Unless you are? I'm definitely not." It was a situation she'd had to deal with in the past.
Edited by Rune Marx, Jul 22 2013, 03:28 PM.
"Dragons and flowers huh?" Her question was thoughtful, and Rune started drumming the rim of the paper cup, which of course reminded her it was there at all and she took a long sip. It was awful coffee, and she wished for a good old fashioned gas-station drip. Overly burnt and black as the devil's heart, that was the only way to drink coffee. Or iced. Iced coffee was really good too.
She set the cup aside and very gently licked droplets from her lips so as to not disturb the cherry red gloss. The current application had to last because she'd left the tube back at the hotel. Priorities. A girl couldn't carry everything.
"Doesn't have to be the wrist. Anywhere on the forearm would work really. That's all i really care about."
But before she could carry on, mumbled cursing erupted inside the cafe and Rune glanced over her shoulder to witness the gruff owner going off on somebody else again. "They must have ordered iced tea," Rune smirked then shook her head. "Sorry you had to work here. I'd never trade places with yah, not for all the free coffee in the world."
She ended up leaning forward a bit, peering down at the sketches Thalia was making. As best of them as what she could see anyway. Thalia really was good. And the dead tree was actually really awesome. "That's really cool," she pointed it out, "Any way to incorporate that? I know its leafless but that doesn't mean its not pretty." She nodded, eyes widened like if anyone understood what she meant, Thalia would.
"Violets..." she added somberly. Almost reserved, before she realized it, and changed her face around to be herself again. "Could you do something with violets? Maybe growing around the tree? My mom. Her name was Violet. She died when I was born."
So lost in thought, Rune hadn't noticed the stranger push off from his spot on the wall and come forward until he was almost right at their table. Which was really bad. Seth would kill her for being so aloof.
Rune's dark-rimmed eyes stared up at the stranger, whom in her mind seemed to have picked the absolute worst time to interrupt. Men had awful timing. But she heard him out, even if her posture while doing so subtly shifted so that she was aimed another direction, placing the bulk of the table in between them, and ready to leap out of harm's way if need-be. It wasn't overtly offensive, just a girl staying on her toes.
"I'm sorry, sir. But we're not hookers. You must have gotten the wrong impression." She blinked, straight faced, then glanced at Thalia. "Wait. Unless you are? I'm definitely not." It was a situation she'd had to deal with in the past.
Edited by Rune Marx, Jul 22 2013, 03:28 PM.