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Taken from here because Noel likes his older sister figure @mpxkiki

He was frustrated.

Exploring new mediums was always fun for Noel, mainly because his lineage didn't let him struggle too much while mastering them, allowing him room to breathe and not get in his head much as he familiarized himself with what he was working with.

Watercolors, though...

They disobeyed him, rested on the paper as if mocking him in all their watered down glory. Sure, there was nothing wrong in the painting, but he could see the shaky strokes and the way they refused to vibrate with life like the rest of his works did.

"No." He answers simply, his thoughts too tangled in themselves to allow him to say much else. "It's going terrible, Kiki." He'd gone to her for comfort, seeing as this one incident kept spoiling his usual relaxed demeanor. "Can you look at it and tell me what's wrong with it?"

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It was a typical day of the week. A lecture in the morning and now a longer lunch break that he decided to spend at Honeypot for the first time. He likes to try new things, places or food. The table was full of open books, sheets of notes and a cup of coffee. 

Even before the first snow fell, Nefertem could smell it in the air through the cold glass of the window right next to him. He didn’t bother to look up and kept concentrating on his study, since snow wasn’t unusual at this time of the year. 

It was only when the first guests of Honeypot were rushing to the windows to look outside and even though he didn’t understand their mumbling, he could hear the anxiety in their voice, that he paid attention to the weather. 

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Writing didn't cut it anymore; Ezra figured this out months ago. Yet they still grabbed a notebook and a pen whenever their mind was overflowing. Because that was all the demigod knew.

But it wasn't just their head that was full. Their heart, cracking and leaking from all sides, was also at capacity.

Some things couldn't be translated into words. Metaphors could only go so far.

Ezra put down their pen after writing about yet another nightmare they had. A reoccurring one. There were only so many words to describe the horrors within it. The Egyptian poet had turned to Arabic for this brain dump, hoping a change of language would do the trick.

Their mind was now free of the dream's shackles, but their heart was still heavy, and Ezra was in desperate need of something to take the edge off. They didn't drink alcohol, afraid what the substance might do to them, and the fumes of cigarettes made them too nauseous to even attempt to pick one up themselves.

Ezra picked up their phone and scrolled a bit on social media. Coming across a post from a familiar face, the younger remembered a rain check they still needed to cash in. Maybe some exercise could do them some good. So they tapped on Kiki's page, and messaged her directly.

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Raven scoffed softly, taking a sip of her drink. "I won't hold your sunny disposition against you if you don't hold my impatience for douchebags against me," she replied, shrugging. She was pretty sure Kiki wasn't serious, so she kept her tone light and the slightest smile on her lips.

After all, she had surely done everyone a favour by scaring off the creep who had been trying to hit on anything with curves at the bar. The bartender certainly hadn't seemed keen on having him around, either. And if any innocents overheard all the intricately gory details of the tale she had spun about his "imminent demise"... rent on the island was free, so they could probably afford therapy. Everyone in Mount Phoenix definitely already needed it, anyway. Again, a favour.

"Does this mean you won't give me a free drink if I bat my eyelashes? I think I deserve one after that. Did you smell that guy's BO? Are incels allergic to showers or something?"

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"Honeypot Brewery & Tapas." She read the restaurant's name in a whisper, pondering how she failed to visit such a vibrant ambient before. Perhaps it was due to her focus shifting between her new work, Babu, the people from her past and now her sister. It had been a while since Minry went out to seek out a new target for her interests. Minry was of course, aiming to be simply harmless, after all this was no longer the rough streets of Korea or the glamorous underground socialities of Japan.

The night went on smoothly, with a couple of chats here and trading phone numbers there. But so far no one seemed particularly interesting in her eyes. Not from the client's side of things that was. The Brewery's manager was something else though, a beautiful lady with a captivating smile. But for now, Minry would refrain from conversing with someone in charge of keeping things neat. Even though Minry was mostly harmless, her powers could be very effective and the demigoddess had no interest in interfering with someone's work. Aside from the casual smile and glance towards Kiki.

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With grace, Mai wrote the customer's name, Kihara, on the cup after taking the coffee order. It was such a pretty name, so the Celtic demigoddess made an effort to write as prettily as possible on a curved surface. Like she'd do for any name, really. Her cursive flowed smoothly like a winding river. The strokes were deliberate, forming each letter with care. When she finished, she made the coffee with just as much care.

"Kihara!" the barista called out into the café, putting the cup down on the counter, the beautiful handwriting facing out.

Mai chuckled lightly at the woman's observation, after a quick thought. Her eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. "You're bloomin' right! It's like a little glimpse into someone's personality, isn't it? Even though we all start with the same basic letters, we put our own personal touch on them~" she smiled, appreciating the beauty in the little things, like the way people write.

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To say that Yohan is a fitness junkie might be an understatement. He spends almost every spare moment in the fitness center. Originally it was a necessity that he trained so much because of his work and dangerous environment. Now it just helps him clear his head. As such, he was delighted that Mount Phoenix had such a well-equipped fitness center and it was no wonder that he went there almost every day to train.

He'd just finished a workout when he decided to take a selfie as usual to keep track of his progress. He's still sitting on the bench of the exercise maschine he last trained on, wiping sweat from his face with a towel as he rummages in his pocket for his cell phone. After finally finding it, he is turning on the bench towards the large mirror hanging on the wall when a woman got in the way between him and the mirror and remained standing.

He looks up from the display of his cell phone straight into the face of the woman standing in front of him. Her lips were moving, meaning she was obviously talking to him, but Yohan couldn't hear a single word. He's always been fascinated by people who are all smiles and who look like they're bursting with joy. After what felt like an eternity, he finally noticed that her lips had stopped moving and she was looking at him expectantly. Shit! He still had no idea what she had said before.

"Sorry, but I got lost in your smile..."

After realising what he just said, he can feel how his cheeks are burning and reddening.

Damn, she won't believe it is because of the workout, will she?

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Without thinking of a response, his mouth opens to retort but he stops himself before forming any sound. Now that she said it, her questions seem like a logical consequence of his own words. Something he strangely enough didn’t see coming before he spoke them. “Well, you know…” Maxim shrugs as his finger mindlessly traces along the thin layer of dew on his iced tea glass.

For a moment, he considers leaving the conversation at that but knowing Kiki, she wouldn’t let him off so easily. And even if she would, the risk of her thinking her own part might be more unsettling than whatever it is he’s doing. “Whatever messed up shit comes to mind or just…you know…drawing.” His voice is a practiced, casual tone, revealing no further meaning behind his words.