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Post by Minxie on Nov 23, 2009 21:07:00 GMT
Isolde was taken-aback by Dante's sudden smile. It nearly knocked her from her chair, the genuine warmth that was in there. If she could have seen his eyes, she knew full well that the smile would have reached them.
She nodded at his suggestion of drawing Rasui more. She drew the woman a lot, though she was damned if she knew why. It was as if Rasui wanted to be on every page of Isolde's sketchpads; she seemed to be every-other-drawing in them. The blonde smiled faintly at the thought.
The sudden burst of energy from Dante made her blink, eyes swiftly snapping over to the man once more, startled. She stared at the paper in his hand a moment, before accepting it. She had begun to unfold it when he asked her not to open it then, and requested to meet after classes.
Usually she would have politely declined, stating a plausible excuse relating to homework, or an after-school-hours club. However, there was something about Dante she wanted to understand. Or perhaps it was just that she understood the pain she felt from him, though she did not know why.
"I...yes, I will." She said slowly, nodding slightly. "I - I am glad you do not think I am 'mental'." She added, softer. Many would, if they heard what she had seen.
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 23, 2009 21:39:33 GMT
"Don't mention it."
He gave a friendly wink.
"Anytime... Well unless I change my mind, but in that case it'd be purely professional."
He began to mentally plan what would be eventful evening. Anticipation improved his manner greatly, something that inevitably send him crashing down later on.
"I tell you what, if it helps with the guy-I-barely-know thing, give me a time and a place."
At the back of his mind lurked the thought that for all this meant to him, monumental wheels where being set in motion once more.
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Post by Minxie on Nov 23, 2009 22:54:30 GMT
Isolde nodded slightly, flipping her page over to begin drawing once more. She pondered where a logical time and place would be. Almost certainly the common room, but what time? She did not wish to be in the main building once darkness had fallen enough; Isolde had had enough of seeing what she did not wish to see.
Early evening, then. She let her pencil move across the page without really watching it, letting her hand draw what it wished.
"Perhaps after the evening meal?" she suggested after a period of silence. "It would not be too late for either of us then."
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 23, 2009 23:34:19 GMT
Dante nodded. The period of silence had him worried him for a second, he had a habit of coming on strong.
"All too happy to oblige, after dinner it is."
That'll do for now I guess. No need to rush things, panic the poor girl. I mean hell I wouldn't rush to go anywhere with me either.
After another unconscious attempt to take a drag on his pencil failed, Dante gave it a twirl in his fingers and went back to drawing the actual assignment. After all the faculty wouldn't let him doss around here forever.
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