lostchoice said: He shows up from behind, playfully taking the girl's parasol so he can twirl it in one hand with his other one not suspiciously in his pocket. "Hey weirdo, glad I could find you. If you're not mad at me there's a nice spot near the lake of my town, if you want to hang out there." Pocket hand is free, revealing a stone as he hands it to her. Looks like something from the river, who knows! "Take this as sorry. I'll see you later, hm?" Parasol returned, he's off. ( @ sofi. I'll now leave for 6 mo )
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His sudden appearance startles her —— and, oh, why wouldn’t it!! He’s a smug little thing, stepping seemingly out of the shadows after ghosting her for a good while. He has to know he’d end up making her jump near half out of her boots, too, because when she twirls around to look at him with wide eyes, dress blowing out with the movement almost to the dramatic degree that she seems to bristle, he looks calm as ever! Her first instinct, before he’s even opened his mouth, is to pout, her eyes narrowing as her lips part. She’s about to make a point, but he beats her to it. The nerve.
“Call me a weirdo!” She snaps, hands raising to place themselves on her hips, noticeably empty without the parasol in their grasp. She hates being out in the sunlight without it. Looks white as a sheet, probably about as sickly as she usually feels, but she’d be lying if she said the sight of him twirling a white lace parasol above his head like the aristocrat she most certainly is and he absolutely is not wasn’t funny. It’s nearly enough to make her laugh... Nearly!
“Could’ve fooled me! You seemed to be rushing to my company endlessly, these past couple weeks.” She sniffs indignantly, tilting her chin up, but the snooty expression she wears is already faltering. Her composure clearly wavers, and perhaps that isn’t the biggest surprise. She’s never been secretive about how lonely she is. There’s a reason he’s hardly ever seen her with ... well, friends, to put it lightly. Her shoulders slump a little, gaze shifting to the side. “I’m furious with you... I figured you were being extremely lazy or perhaps you simply wished to talk to me.” It would not be the first time someone had grown tired of ... her, she supposes. There’s no other way to really put it.
She draws in a slow breath, her arms falling lamely back to her side as she mulls over the invitation. Last time they’d gone to a lake, he’d been mystified for her swimming around for garbage. As she wonders whether he’d grown used to that part of her, she watches him free his hand, curiosity piquing once the stone he holds is transferred from his palm to hers. Staring down at it, she blinks. Gifts are not something she’s very accustomed to — most people did not like giving out trash or seemingly insignificant items to others, perhaps seeing it as a waste of time. She’s different, of course : it takes a few seconds, but once she realizes he’s giving it to her, her expression lights up and she loses the last bit of tension she’d been harboring.
“Oh, it’s the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen in my life! You are very welcome, equally weird trash man.” A simple stone : one man’s trash is another’s treasure, as they say. Seemingly boring in every way, she certainly looks as if he’d handed her a diamond. “This is absolutely fair behavior! How dare you : I could never forgive you if you’re going to present me with things such as this! Father would be disappointed in my resolve.” Bouncing on the tips of her toes, she barely notices when he passes the parasol back to her, though she accepts it all the same, it’s presence like second nature. It isn’t until he’s walking that she snaps out of it, pulling her head back down to earth. Startled, she hurriedly lifts the skirt of her rather outlandish dress and stumbles after him, parasol held out to the side in a way that should make one rather glad there are no passersby to be walloped by it. “G-go! Excuse me, you can’t stay just like that! Get back here——”
