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So Seddie goes by Felicity? Is that like a drag name, or...?
|| OOC:: He finds Seddie to be a cute alternate side-version of Sedel. He feels Felicity gives him his own identity. Though he doesn’t mind much if he’s called Seddie. It just makes him happy and feels like whoever refers to him/her as Felicity views him as another whole person outside of Sedel. (He alternates between male and female pronouns for himself.)To answer your question, no. Felicity is not a drag name.
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"Are you threatening me?"
Depends…is it working? {. the question came out tentatively for fear of breaking her facade. she was by no means a threatening person with her short height and petite body and with such gentle features it was nearly impossible for anyone to back down from her. yet here she stood, holding her ground with her delicate hands on her slight hips and small feet planted firmly on the ground as if she were scolding a child. she simply did not know how to be rude. her neatly manicured brows were furrowed together and her face held a slightly raunchy scrunch to it as she tried to be menacing. } I need someone to come with me to the nail salon and you’re going to go with me or I’ll.. {. the pause was clear as she tried to think of a suitable threat. } Or I’ll….tell everyone your cuticles are dreadful. {. it was lame and she knew it but it simply wasn’t in her nature. despite that she stood tall (figuratively) and held her ground as if she were as bad as she was pretending to be. }
[ observing her with a small smile on his lips, he proceeded to give her two thumbs up. it was not his first time ice-skating, yet he vividly recalled his painful days as a beginner. he was pleased to see that she had not fallen, nor had other, more experienced, skaters knocked her to the ground. he placed a light, comforting a hand on her back, briefly, his smile expanding into a grin.] Nah, you don’t look like an idiot – You really are doing well! I’m surprised! I wish I could have grasped this as well as you, on my first try!
{` she tried her best not to laugh at the thumbs up. she knew she was doing pretty bad, the fact that she was still standing was a miracle in itself. one would think that spending all day strutting in kill heels up and down runways would give her a good sense of balance but anyone who looked at her now would've questioned whether she knew her left foot from her right foot. she welcomed the comforting hand to steady herself, laughing at his comforting words. she looked to him, head shaking softly. } My legs haven't moved in almost 5 whole minutes. {` she pointed out with a laugh, offering a warm smile. } Thank you for the encouragement though. I had really overprotective parents and they always stressed how dangerous this was. It sounds silly but I believed them.
That reply was something he didn’t expect, nor did he really appreciate, but he merely kept his mouth shut as he crossed both arms over his chest, staring at the girl with a somewhat tired look. Dark bags were evident on his slightly pale skin, and he looked sicker than usual, with his lips chapped and azure eyes dimmed to the point that they almost appeared to be dark blue— nothing similar to the usual bright, blue optics that people typically saw when they first met him. Cheeks were tinged pink and beads of sweat rolled down his face, heat accumulating around the nape of his neck, chest and forehead. It was difficult to concentrate as he watched silently, but he managed to concentrate on what she was attempting to do. He had asked for a panda, but he wasn’t entirely sure he was going to receive one, or at least one that remotely looked like those huge, fluffy animals.”Are you….sure you can do this?”He asked, voice strained with the exhaustion that wore down his body.
I'm sure. {` she could feel his gaze on her and though it added a bit of pressure she was never one to crack under those circumstances. she had a certain baseless confidence in new things that some saw as a charm whereas others saw it as reckless. when he'd asked for the coffee initially, she immediately noted the dark bags and almost sickly pallor of his skin. perhaps because in her field she was to always be aware of her looks she'd taken notice or perhaps it was a bit of concern for the man. she'd chalked it up to a bit of both. either he needed to visit a hospital or he seriously needed this cup of coffee. reaching her hand up to softly tuck the wisps of hair that tickled her forehead back behind her ear, she concentrated as completely as she could, her hazel brown eyes fixated on the trail the sweet smelling vanilla creamer left in it's path. it had begun to spread over the surface, forming a shape similar to that almost of a snowman but she persevered for what seemed like several long minutes though it couldn't have been much more than a minute or two. the end result was panda-ish and could be recognized as a panda but it wasn't anywhere near perfect. chuckling softly, she set the creamer pitcher down and offered a tiny apologetic smile at him. } It's...close. {` her smile then faltered softly, her now free hands seizing her own vanilla mocha latte, concern filling her eyes. } However, are you okay? You look rather...sickly. {` her blunt way of speaking made an appearance as usual though she meant no offense by it. }
"You’re really good at this…”
Yeah? {` the response came as if it were a surprise to her as well, tearing her hazel brown eyes from the ice on which they been fixated beneath her feet and shifting to look at him. the skates that donned her small feet instead of the usual kill heels gliding across the ice without so much as any movement from her legs whatsoever. this would also be known as drifting. others passed them on the ice skating rink, her arms out to the sides and her current situation drawing some eyes but it was only natural for beginners. } And here I thought I looked like a complete idiot.
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"Hello, pretty lady. It's nice to meet you, I'm Hyde. Thank you for the follow."
Follow? {` the word came quietly off of her lips, brows furrowing softly in her confusion. had she been following him down the street and not realized it? her lush lips pursed softly, her head shaking lightly as she dispelled the thought with her mind before offering a rather friendly smile, eyes forming small half moons. } Thank you though. It’s nice to meet you too, Hyde. I’m Audrie.
"Have you ever even done this before?"
Never. {` she answered confidently, her eyes fixated on the waiting mug of coffee below her. her lips pursed softly and brows furrowed in her concentration, raven locks pulled back into a ponytail with only a few strands of the silky hair resting on her forehead. the small pitcher of creamer was supposed to be poured slowly and with a steady hand to form a panda atop the smooth caramel brown surface of the coffee. she was never really all that artistic and as he she tried to picture the panda in her head, her tongue poked out lightly to her bottom lip, the first drizzle of creamer leaving the pitcher and staining the flawless surface of the coffee as she began to try to get the image she’d created in her head to come to life. }
