SANDBAG

{ Currently, it's just kinda looking at her trying to think of something good to say. Complimenting her outfit as an introduction won't work, costumes are chosen by production, and Odette might not like hers. But... That's just about the only conversation starter Sandbag knows... Fuck... }

{ Sandbag continued to stare while silently debating with itself until it was caught by Odette. And then he kinda fumbled. At first it rushed to avert its gaze, but then it quickly looked back and half-waved awkwardly to try and seem friendly. And then he seemed to realize how weird he probably looked, and proceeded to try and walk away completely while covering his face in embarrassment. Sandbag REALLY fucked that one up, eh? }

{ Odette could go catch it if she wanted to, but she could also just sit back and wait to address this til the next time she sees Sandbag. Really, it's up to her. }

~ @crybabyunderdog 𓂁

Odette looked up from picking at her nails under the glove just to see Sandbag anxiously loitering. It seemed… a lot more soft than she expected. Even though his appearance was still threatening, scars, muscles, and all… it wouldn’t hurt to try to talk to someone instead of drinking again.

She sighed and quickly stood up to lightly press a hand on the back of their shoulder. It was a quick attention grabber, but he pulled away like he burned her right after.

𝄞ˎ uh.. hey.. ˊ˗

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` ...Hi. Uh- ` `

{ Shit, he still doesn't have a conversation starter! Think, Sandbag, think!! }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` ... You seem cool. I heard you're mildly intimidated by me or something so I was attempting to clear up some tension- ` `

{ A very literal approach; states Sandbag's exact thoughts. Probably better that way, given Sandbag was never good at anything less than blunt. }

𝄞ˎo-oh is that so..? ˊ˗

She slightly flushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of her neck nervously. Yeah. Maybe it was because sandbag was standing right there and not trying to rip her head off like she imagined… or because a rumour spread about her that quickly. She doesn’t really know why she feels that way.

{ Sandbag stands by for a moment before remembering it had forgotten a certain formality. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` Name's Sandbag- Swear I ain't like my 'crybaby' role. ` `

{ Sandbag seems to hold a disdain for its role. Nevertheless, he extends his hand for a hand shake. It's with the hand that got shocked, so Odette is probably in the clear and probably won't get her hand crushed. }

𝄞ˎ pleasure to meet you. I’m Odette. ˊ˗

Odette didn’t seem to mention her role like sandbag had, but she didn’t really mind it unlike the other and it’s role.

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` Well- I got the scars from boxing, if that explains anything. ` `

𝄞ˎ a little bit… ˊ˗

She looked back up to his face. He wasn’t that scary after all… he has a loud voice when he wants to but that’s not really something to be afraid of.

{ Sandbag fiddles with the cuff on its wrist absentmindedly. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` ...I was pretty good, if I do say so myself. ` `

{ He seems pretty proud of his boxing skills and accomplishments. }

Rain tapped against the apartment window in a gentle rhythm. It wasn’t too late at night, but it was definitely too late to be painting anything at this time. Sandbag set up the canvas and a bunch of paints by his side, glancing towards the natural light every so often. Maybe it was a dumb idea to start painting now… it was basically just staring at a blank canvas.

At least, that’s what happened until Odette came back. It was late 10pm now, she probably just finished work. Sandbag could hear the sound of her kicking off her heels and letting out a sigh of annoyance before she noticed anything different. It’s not like much was… the only thing is that Sandbag wasn’t already asleep and there was actually lights on to create a cozy scene.

It was only until Odette started to peel off her soggy coat that she realized Sandbag was there. It’s not like she cared… they were just good friends. However, she couldn’t deny that she was pretty excited about it.

﹒⌗﹒ hey, I didn’t think you’d be up. What’re you doing? ⸝⸝

@quixotic-vixen 🍸

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` Oh, uh- nothing much. Was thinking about maybe drawing or painting something. Didn't realize it got late. Haven't made much progress, so I'll probably just go to bed soon. ` `

{ Sandbag seems ever so slightly embarrassed. It's a mix of being seen not so tough and having nothing to show for the hour he'd been contemplating on where to even start. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` Was work okay? ` `

{ It has a habit of shifting the focus off of itself in conversation, and it shows. }

Odette made a gesture with her head tilting to the side. She was always pretty nonchalant about her work when someone asked.

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` I can draw sharks all day, but anything else and I'm stumped. It's a kinda humiliating. ` `

{ It seems frustrated with itself. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` ...maybe you got any ideas? ` `

﹒⌗﹒ me? . . . Er—maybe not.. sorry.. ⸝⸝

{ That's it! }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` Nono, you're onto something here- ` `

{ Without a moments notice, Sandbag stands up, temporarily leaves the room, and comes back dragging a chair from another room. He drags the chair over in front of the canvas before going back to where he was before. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` Okay, that's the comfy chair so that should be good- ` `

{ Looks like someone's gotten all inspired. Looks like its only just now occurred to it how impolite it might appear. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` Sorry- I don't mean to be pushy or anything- ` `

﹒⌗﹒ no no…you’re fine. ⸝⸝

{ A lot of the photos of Odette that Sandbag has seen had the same formula. They were all glittery, obnoxiously fancy, and edited to hell and back to reach maximum desirability. There isn't anything wrong with that aesthetic per say, it's nice to see Odette having fun dressing up and being herself. But not everything has to be perfect to such an extreme. She's still beautiful when she's just lounging around with no particular intent, is she not? }

{ Sandbag's seemingly always apologizing, but it does seem a little enthusiastic about the idea of sharing breakfast with Odette the next morning. You can tell by the smile on his face. Is this just an excuse to spend more time with Odette and do something nice for her disguised as an apology? Perhaps. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` That does raise a question, however. You prefer pancakes or waffles? I'm pretty good at making both, if I do say so myself. ` `

{ The question is both relevant and a simple ice breaker. Sandbag's attitude is lighthearted; you can almost the little smile on its face just by hearing it talk. He must be so adorable. }

﹒⌗﹒ hmm.. I don’t really know. I was a picky eater so my parents would always give me French toast, bacon, or eggs. ⸝⸝

She paused for a moment, thinking about an actual answer to sandbag’s question. The truth was, she never had either. On the other hand, pancakes did look really good.

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` I should learn how to make french toast sometime, I've heard it's pretty good. You like anything fancy on your breakfast though? For example- I personally cannot stand syrup on pancakes, but LOVE putting loads of whipped cream and fruits and stuff on 'em. Completely decked out other than syrup, basically. ` `

{ He's still sketching away, but enjoying the casual conversation. It's nice to just talk about kinda random things from time to time. }

{ Sandbag walks back to the bench where he was earlier when Cecilia had been tending to him. Although, it spotted a person there. Dreamy something was his role. }

{ Normally Sandbag would've just left and gone somewhere else to avoid awkward conversation, but something seemed a bit off. Sandbag was never one to judge, but the other looked like they were... not in the best head space; staring off into the distance. They don't even seem to have noticed Sandbag leaning against the wall in front of them. }

{ It probably won't hurt to check in. Maybe it's not the best logical choice considering the two are inherently on opposing sides, but Sandbag always lead with his heart anyways. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` ...You alright? ` `

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~ @crybabyunderdog 𓂁

[Bones flinched a little at Sandbag's voice, snapping him out of spacing out. ...he totally wasn't spiraling out of his head.]

[...oh. It was saying something– checking up on him?]

"O– oh. S'just you. Sorry. I, uh..."

[They rubbed the back of their neck, looking away.]

"...I'm fine. S'nothing to worry about."

{ Sandbag's only known this guy for about fifteen seconds, but it's already pretty concerned for him. Mostly because he's been there, and it was most definitely not 'nothing to worry about' then. }

[Bones stopped, sighing.]

"Just...stressed. It's stupid. You don't...have to worry about me."

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` It's not really that big of a deal, don't really have much else to listen to... But seriously, if you need someone to talk about it to, I was just planning on staying here anyways. ` `

{ And with that, it was no longer pestering the dreamboat, instead opting to fiddle with the cuff on its wrist. Still leaning on the wall within conversation distance, just in case. Sandbag's really more worried than he seems, but doesn't wanna seem weird or sketchy, so he's trying to be casual. Weird how people get suspicious of you for caring. What a cruel world it is. }

{ Sandbag walks back to the bench where he was earlier when Cecilia had been tending to him. Although, it spotted a person there. Dreamy something was his role. }

{ Normally Sandbag would've just left and gone somewhere else to avoid awkward conversation, but something seemed a bit off. Sandbag was never one to judge, but the other looked like they were... not in the best head space; staring off into the distance. They don't even seem to have noticed Sandbag leaning against the wall in front of them. }

{ It probably won't hurt to check in. Maybe it's not the best logical choice considering the two are inherently on opposing sides, but Sandbag always lead with his heart anyways. }

✛ᬊ ོ∘ ` ` ...You alright? ` `

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~ @crybabyunderdog 𓂁

[Bones flinched a little at Sandbag's voice, snapping him out of spacing out. ...he totally wasn't spiraling out of his head.]

[...oh. It was saying something– checking up on him?]

"O– oh. S'just you. Sorry. I, uh..."

[They rubbed the back of their neck, looking away.]

"...I'm fine. S'nothing to worry about."

{ Sandbag's only known this guy for about fifteen seconds, but it's already pretty concerned for him. Mostly because he's been there, and it was most definitely not 'nothing to worry about' then. }