#mpxsakuya

First meeting sentence starters Status: Accepting

His eyes were glued to the paper of his sketchbook as the pencil carefully drew the lines of the flowers in her hair. While he would never admit to it, he did feel like he had to widen his repertoire of possible tattoos with the addition of a second child of Acat joining his workplace. It was an uphill battle to prove himself amidst two direct descendants of a literal tattoo god but it was a fight he was too stubborn to surrender. Maxim knew he had to improve somehow and while he lacked self-reflection in any other aspect in his life, it must have all shifted to his work-life. Faces weren’t his weakness, but drawing hair on top of them consistently and reliably ruined a fair amount of his portraits. 

Only when he up to compare the sketch to the muse, did he notice that she was standing in front of him and was seemingly saying something to him. In a quick motion—as if that would help—he grabbed the corner of the sketchbook and flipped it around to hide his work and took out his earbuds. How long has she been standing there? Was there a chance she didn’t see it? Was she talking to him?

first meeting: currently accepting

loren’s gaze moves up from his phone to the person speaking, before moving down to look at the seat in question. then his eyes briefly flicker over the rest of the coffeeshop. finding it so busy that there are literally almost no seats left, he immediately turns a beaming smile to the stranger.

“not at all,” he says, motioning for her to go ahead. “feel free to take it!” whether that is literally by her picking it up and bringing it to whichever table her friends are sitting at or whether that is by her joining him at the table doesn’t really make a difference to him. though if it’s the latter, he’ll be happy enough to strike up a conversation.

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Sakuya had lingered outside of the performing arts center. Her beloved daughter's favorite group was performing, and she had considered going in to either find merch to send home or to try and watch the concert. However, by the sights of the fans going in the door, the goddess was not sure she would fit in, between the growing cherry blossom lingering by her form and her pink and white kimono. But at the other's sudden invite, Sakuya reconsidered.

Turning to face the demigod, the goddess reached up, slipping her fingers along the top of his head. Small cherry blossoms lingered on the male's hair, and she grinned contently. "That is so sweet of you, little orchid."  Moving her hands back before her, she tilted her head back to the entrance of the performing arts center. "Though, I'd hate to be an inconvenience."

loren is a little bit surprised when the first response to his offer is the woman lifting a hand and running fingers over his head, but a little less so when he lifts his hand and finds his crown adorned with what feels like flower petals. he immediately starts to smile, always soft to people who have a touch of nature within them, courtesy of his real father’s wife.

“you wouldn’t be an inconvenience,” he reassures the woman, immediately offering her his arm. “i was supposed to come here with a friend, but i have clearly been ditched, so i have the ticket leftover and i would appreciate it to not have to do this by myself. a performance is always nicer to enjoy together.”

he shows her his brightest smile, reminding himself that he has to make sure to check his own look in a window or his phone camera soon, because he’s definitely curious what kind of flowers would grace him. would they be cherry blossoms like hers or something different?

there's a brief moment of confusion when he looks up and sees someone he doesn't know at all, but then all of his polite and friendly instincts kick in and he levels the woman with an easy smile.

"oh, just my boyfriend's at work and my friends are busy," he says, shrugging off the issue because it is a non-issue in his eyes anyway. "but i really wanted to take a walk around the park, so i came by myself."

breaking the ice meme | accepting

"No, not really..." Diana agreed quietly, sipping her drink. She was not surprised that Sakuya had noticed how she shrunk into herself when Marcel was not by her side, sticking close to the walls and watching the festivities from a safe distance. The goddess was wise, after all; and it was not exactly a hard thing to observe, anyway.

@mpxsakuya

Raiden sat up, yawning and rubbing his eyes as soon as he woke up.  It was a funny picture, a tall man on a small couch with only a blanket and his hair up and messy. There was a brief moment where he just stared blankly at the wall, not fully awake yet until he heard a soft voice in the distance. Instinctively, he turned to where the voice came from and, a smile formed. "Of course I did. Did you think I would leave you when you were feeling that bad? No, no, no," a soft shake of his head to make more emphasis, followed by a yawn and a soft chuckle. "Also, this is my chance to get free breakfast, so..." Raiden turned to look at her, a cheeky grin on his face as he watched her reaction. "I'm kidding, I just wanted to check on you. Were you able to rest?"

he takes a moment or two to look at this goddess who he knows but doesn’t know. his mother taught him enough to know the names if he hears them and to be aware of how each deity deserves at least a modicum of his respect - he’s not always as good at it, some of them are just naturally shitty people.

“my mother would disagree,” he replies to her politely, a small smile brightening his features when he thinks of his mother and the many lessons she’s taught him. “she would say i owe you, and everyone else, my respect. at least until proven differently. so far you haven’t proven differently, so my respect is still owed.”