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Felix was relieved that the weather was improving. Winter on the island had been a rather trying time for the Australian boy, and the fact that the snow was gone and the sun was back was a miracle as far as he was concerned. However, most days he still found it fairly cold-- nothing compared to the last few months, but there was still enough of a chill in the air that he made it routine to stop by a cafe to get a hot chocolate on the way home from work every day.

He was just debating, hot chocolate in hand, on whether he wanted to continue on his way home immediately or take a seat in the cafe for a while, when he suddenly spotted a familiar face. “Oh, hi Eve!” He greeted her cheerfully, walking over to the table she was sitting at. “Mind if I join you?” It had been a while since he had seen her, so it would be nice to chat for a while.

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“But your face is like a cat-” The Chinese girl said as she held a set of plush cat ears in hand while Eve argued with her that she was not going to wear them let alone the outfit Yiyang had picked for her with it. “A big, fluffy, norwegian forest cat.” Maybe it wasn’t the comparison most girls wanted to hear as the breed was rather large. Especially not in the monotone voice Yiyang brought it in. But she had merely meant that Eve’s features reminded her of one, as well as her boldness. The cats colorful fur and fluffiness to her was like a statement fashion choice. And knowing the girl did burlesque, didn’t it fit with the feather accesories of that scene as well? 

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Kairo hadn’t quite realized that Eve was teasing him - that sort of subtly went right over his head so, when she suggested that he was weak, he promptly proved to her otherwise. He never forgot that he was the God of Evil, and therefore had a reputation to uphold (even if it was one he did not feel he deserved).

“Hm, well actually,” he hummed to himself, suddenly turning with Eve now forgotten on his shoulder, “I wouldn’t say that I am the strongest. Surely someone will be stronger. Though if it were to come down to a fight, I could just squash everyone in an earthquake - in which case I would then be the strongest. I wonder.” He paced a few times in the room, only remembering her when he’d looked into a mirror.

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He should have just left her at the bar - some other poor soul might’ve tried to take her home, then he’d be the one having to deal with her drunk and obnoxious ass. But alas, they were already at his apartment and he’d already come too far in trying to be a ‘nice friend’. “Oh, shut the fuck up,” he slurred, half out of it himself, “Or I’m kicking you to the floor.”

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“Just let me know if you can’t feel your legs anymore, okay?”

Eve turned around to remind Aphrodite, whose lap she was sitting on. The demigoddess really needed a break from these killer high-heels, yet there was no vacant seat around, and she just couldn’t flop down on the floor in the gown she was wearing. The Greek goddess of beauty was kind enough to offer some help, and Eve was shameless enough not to say no. It was kind of a weird scene to look at, but Eve didn’t care, partly because Aphrodite looked and smelled so nice, plus it was actually quite comfortable sitting on her lap.

It was a highly unusual situation: Aphrodite was more used to sitting on other people’s laps than being the one sat on, but considering just how pretty the little demigoddess was, she figured that she’d break her own rule just once. “And if I don’t feel my legs anymore, might I suggest that we just switch?” she teased, a hand around her waist, “But don’t worry. I simply cannot let you be sitting on the ground in such a gorgeous garment.”

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he’s not usually fond of large amounts of people and being in the middle of them, has walked out of plenty an event before simply because the hustle and bustle of all the people around him became too much for him to bear, making him even more cranky than usual. all of that changes, however, when there’s art involved. it’s perhaps the one passion in his life and the one thing that will always soften him down, even when it involves other people and sometimes even when those people are annoying.

in this case, coming across his coworker was more of a happy accident. not that he was so blazingly fond of evelyn before, but the mere fact that she showed up to this art exhibition out of interest for it gives them something they share, and during the time they’ve spent wandering around it so far, her comments and insights have been surprisingly entertaining.

just like this particular one, the sculpture they’re currently looking at a strange mixture of elements that make it look like monsters crawled straight out of hell and into this exhibition. when evelyn turns to him with a smirk as she makes that comment, he can’t help the smile that spreads on his face, and he gives it a more critical look.

Sitting still, back straight and doe eyes focused on the other girl's face, Jinsoul watched Eve paint her nails with a sense of open reverence. There was just something about the demigoddess that had commanded her attention since their first meeting.

It seemed a bit like a one way sort of infatuation, but Jinsoul was okay with that, especially because if you asked her it seemed like the other was starting to warm up. They were spending nice time together right now, after all. She thought.