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The sun actually makes me really lazy, so it feels nice to go and lay outside under some shade during the summertime. Any temperature above 90° is a big no-no depending on what I'm doing, but mostly in general. Since I live in a place where the weather is like an emotional pregnant woman, things change up pretty often.

Heat usually makes me more easily prone to becoming angry and violent, so . . . But summer is a nice break from the rest of the year, so it has its perks.

Commander Harriet Blythe Osborn.

Just call me the Great and Powerful Oz. ( Harry will do as well. )

Dean Winchester.

Makaze would be proud, Nova.

I agree with Fuk. Don't forget the little people from KHV. ( You'd be nothing without us. )

( We made you, we can destroy you. )

Nope.

nopenopenopenope

We're not doing this again. * gouges out feels *

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⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 19TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ AUDITORIUM >> COPY ROOM ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ RESTLESS >> AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %10 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠​

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❝ＯＰＰＲＥＳＳ ＴＨＥ ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ ！！❞​

Much of the morning passed without incident, to Sophie's dismay. She felt a bit restless but decided that, after giving the score a final once-over, she would go and make copies of it and lyrics once rehearsal started.

With a bit of a sigh, she placed her things in the auditorium just in time to see Noëlle sit down at the piano and begin to play. The girl's red hair had been the least of her changes; her skin was less bright, her eyes were duller, and so was the rest of her person. Sophie didn't think much of it because even if two years wasn't really a long time in the spectrum of things, a lot could happen in that amount of time.

She leaned over the top of the practice piano when she was finished playing her melody and gave a smile, ❝Good morning, Miss Noëlle,❞ she greeted, ❝Just thought I would let you know that I will be making final copies of the score, and there are some changes in the part you have. That was lovely playing, by the way.❞

Before she could continue, the familiar, bright voice of one of her favorite people sounded throughout the auditorium, giving off a small echo. ❝Yo! Nice tune you're playing there, Elle!❞

Sophie straightened herself out and began in the direction of the lobby, passing Julius. ❝Good morning, Sir Dashing Patch.❞ she said with a sly smile.

Once out in the lobby, she realized her phone had vibrated not too long ago, and she pulled it out.

FROM: Quentin​

Do you want me?​

​

TO: Quentin​

Jumping in already? My, you work fast, don't you?​

Sophie smiled at the message. What scandalous word choice. she thought to herself, and then continued her own message.

TO: Quentin​

Jumping in already? My, you work fast, don't you?​

But really. No, you're not needed today.​

I might stop by to see you, though. Where are you?​

FROM: Quentin​

In the changing room.​

What a boring reply. she thought to herself with a sigh. Sophie didn't bother replying and began her journey to the copy room. When she was there, she grabbed the high-end paper that was reserved for final copies and set to print.

While waiting, she made herself a cup of french vanilla coffee and grabbed two chocolate chip granola bars, enjoying her small snack with a smile and waiting for all the copies to be made.

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⌠ DAY 2 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 19TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ DORM / DRESSING ROOM ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ HAPPY ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ 30% = NOËLLE / 30% = SOPHIE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC !! ⌡
⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡
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The night passed listlessly for Quentin. He returned the composition notes to Sophie. He expressed that there were no immediate problems but left his thoughts anyway. They chatted for a bit about the musical before he bid her farewell. Then he went back to his room and browsed the web until he fell asleep.

Quentin woke up late the next morning. He had been having trouble sleeping the same hours twice in a row, a problem he had tried to control with little success. Maybe it had something to do with sleeping at the academy. He was tempted to fall back to sleep, but a blinking light out of the corner of his eye forced him out of bed. It was his laptop.

TO: Quentin Freeborn
FROM: Noëlle Chambers
Hey, longtime no talk ... How've you been? I've seen you around, in rehearsal, but we've not talked much since ... then. I don't know, I was just thinking about you and remembered I still have your email address. Hopefully you actually check it. :P We should hang out sometime! Get some coffee, or something less generic. Lemme know. I hope you've been well. - Noëlle​

Would you look at that! She thought about me. Quentin was wide awake now, and excited. He wanted to meet her, and wanted to express it. Absence had dimmed his spirits, but he was still set on her. He struggled to type as he wondered what had triggered her thoughts. He didn't want to come across as desperate, but he didn't want to be too apathetic, either.

TO: Noëlle Chambers
FROM: Quentin Freeborn
Hey there! I am well, thank you. Those events took their toll, but I'm back on my feet. My best wishes on you and yours as well. I know it got to you, and I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful back then. But enough of gloominess. It's great hearing from you! I'm surprised you remembered my email after all this time. As for hanging out, I'd love to. Just tell me when.​

He sent it before he could second guess himself further and made a beeline for the shower. He needed to relax his nerves. How will she react? Is she emailing me as a rebound? Why now? He let his worries and excitements wash away beneath the water. He still had Sophie and her body on his mind. He would even say his heart was set on it, at least for the time being. One thing at a time.

He messaged Sophie after the shower. He needed to know what to go after today.

TO: Sophie Bennett
FROM: Quentin Freeborn
Do you want me?​

When no responses came in the next few minutes, he got dressed, got ready for the day, shut down his laptop and went to the academy kitchen for some breakfast. He poured himself a bowl of CoCo Pebbles and ate them on the counter. He was not a breakfast type of person, but he could eat cereal any time of day -- especially if it involved chocolate.

With breakfast out of the way, he got out his headphones and danced his way out of the dorm and to the university, and more specifically the auditorium. He loved the place.

Even without his headphones, it practically rang with music. It was much easier to appreciate when he was not choking to death on mustard gas. He was unsurprisingly late to the party and found several students already there. He didn't have much to do before the rehearsal, so he bobbed and weaved through the people and sets until he found himself in front of the dressing room. He went in.

Elisa wasn't there, but he could see that she had been. Some of the things were moved. I wonder if she looked over my designs. He looked over the face paints and other materials. Nothing was missing, and all of the lids were secure.

Satisfied, he picked up the sketchpad at the edge of the workstation and flipped through it; it contained a nice blend of designs. He was ready for colorful and dramatic or realistic and accentuated. I have never painted a face before, but how different could it be? He would have liked to paint either of his girls, but Sophie was the composer, and Noëlle . . . He looked over the cast list again. Noëlle said she had seen him at the rehearsals.

She was not there. She was not to be one of his subjects. He was disappointed. He sighed with it and turned the pad to a new page. He began a new face and waited for someone to disturb him.

Bryan: X
Sophie: X
Quentin: ?

Herk.

⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 19TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ UNIVERSITY ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ PLEASED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %8 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

❝ＯＰＰＲＥＳＳ ＴＨＥ ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ ！！❞​

Sophie left one of the lecture halls with a sigh, a hoard of shouts came room behind her. She hadn't exactly meant to begin a philosophical argument about morality, it just sort of happened. When the seeds were ( accidentally ) sown, she decided to head for another part of the building, wondering if rehearsals would really take place today.

In the pocket of her coat, her phone vibrated and she pulled it out.

FROM: Pierce
Hey!
You at the school already?
Do you ah... wanna come over after rehearsal?​

Sophie blinked at the message, taken by surprise at its contents. Once the request sank in, she gave a fox-like smile. Normally, Pierce didn't invite her anywhere because they weren't exactly friends, but this message was now telling her otherwise. It meant Pierce thought of her as a friend -- perhaps her only one, at that.

She liked where this situation might go. The possibilities . . .

There was a small part of her that was chiding, but she ignored it and continued down the hall with a smile.

TO: Pierce
Sounds like fun. Are you coming to
rehearsal today? If so, we can go
to your house together in my car.

FROM: Pierce
Yeah I'll be there! Sounds fun! Can't wait.​

Sophie smiled at the message and began to wonder why Pierce was so enthusiastic about seeing her. As far as she knew, Pierce didn't have any real friends, so that might contribute to something, and in the past, Sophie had shown her kindness ( that had not gone unrewarded, she might mention ).

It seemed her plans to have Quentin for lunch were cancelled. Maybe.

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⎝ DAY 2┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 19TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HOME ⎞
⎝ MOOD┊SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊11% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Before she answered, Noëlle broke out into a bit of a coughing fit and Bryan leaned forward immediately, his face creased with worry that he was so used to giving her recently.

When she calmed down, Noëlle looked at him with slightly watery eyes and a flushed face. "Yeah, that sounds fun."

Bryan leaned back into his chair and smiled with satisfaction. It wouldn't be like it used to be, but it would be a piece of that. After all, they would never really grow apart unless she wanted it.

"Good. We can go anywhere you want." he told her, "Just make sure you wake up early enough." And he smiled a little teasingly, knowing her habit of liking to sleep in on the weekends.

"Um . . . Are you going to rehearsal today?"

Bryan peered up at her. "Yeah, but only for a little while." he told her. "I'm not sure how long I'll be staying, thought." It wasn't like Bryan to lie, so he told the truth . . . without all the details. Were he honest, it wasn't really any of Noëlle's business what he did when he wasn't around her, but that was his more spiteful side talking.

. . . Which seemed to be more present as of late.

He looked out at the foggy morning thoughtfully. "What about you?" he asked her, looking at her without turning his head, "Do you plan to skip again?" It was more gentle than he intended, but he could never really say anything to her with cool conviction. Her bad habits, though . . .

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⎝ DAY 2┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 19TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HOME ⎞
⎝ MOOD┊CONTENT / SIGH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊19% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Bryan woke up with a heavy blush on his face from the night's dream. With a sigh, he got up from the bed and took a shower to wipe away the thin layer of cool sweat that covered his body.

While dressing, his mind traveled to his message conversation with Harley and the case of his missing things. He knew that it was definitely not his mom because she was usually too busy for those kinds of things and trusted him a lot. Since he was twenty-one, there wasn't much reason for her to worry.

Bryan was more willing to lean on the option that he might have actually misplaced those things. He was a little forgetful every now and then, and even at the best of times. He wanted to believe that more than what Harley audaciously suggested.

Tiredly rubbing the back of his neck, Bryan grabbed his bag and headed downstairs to smell breakfast already cooked and wondered if it had been mom. Probably not. He looked to the patio to see Noëlle curled up on one of the hanging chairs with a tray of breakfast and he smiled. He brewed a quick cup of hazelnut coffee and grabbed toast and sausage, joining her outside just minutes later.

Despite his doubts, he smiled. "Good morning," he greeted cheerfully, settling into the other chair. "Already eating? I think I'll make breakfast for us tomorrow, since it's Sunday and mom has to go in early." He took a bite of his toast that was spread with butter and grape jam, eating it with a smile.

"Or . . . Maybe we could go out?" he suggested with a thoughtful face. Since they hadn't been spending much time together lately . . . He couldn't stop thinking about what Harley said, though.

Bryan sighed, but continued to smile at her.

⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 19TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ HOME ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ HOT >> REFRESHED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED !! >> %8 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ MATURE CONTENT WARNING !! ⎠

❝ＯＰＰＲＥＳＳ ＴＨＥ ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ ！！❞​

Sophie woke up breathing heavily with a warm aching feeling in her lower regions that wouldn't dissipate no matter how much she oppressed it and shoved it away. In her half-asleep state, there wasn't much she could do anyway but toss and turn and squeeze her legs together. She barely paid attention to where here hands were at any given time when she was asleep, and since she often slept nude . . .

After fully waking up, a hot shower was in order, and then Sophie dressed for the day, deciding to wear something a little more brighter than yesterday's outfit. After picking out a pair of shoes to wear ( one of her favorite pairs ) and grabbing a coat from the entrance closet, Sophie set out to the kitchen where her caretaker and primary guardian through childhood was.

❝Good morning, Nico.❞ Lucas greeted, not even having to turn around to know she was there.

❝Good morning, Lucas. Already up? You seem to never dull.❞ Sophie replied, taking a seat at the nearby table and giving a small yawn. She liked Lucas a lot; not only for his caring personality, but for his wit and silly remarks that always made her smile. He usually knew how to make her feel better, even in her worst of moods and when her pride wouldn't allow her to calm down.

❝Will you be going out for rehearsals again?❞

Sophie looked thoughtful. Quentin had reported that the lyrics and music synced well and that there were little to no issues with the final product except for touch-ups and the cast actually singing along with the music. The orchestra hadn't been there yesterday, and they likely wouldn't be there today either, which was no big deal. Now that they were set in things, they needed to make copies of the sheet music and lyrics for everyone who needed them.

❝Mmm . . . I'm thinking of asking Quentin to come to lunch with me today.❞ she finally replied.

❝Again, hmm? Has the little Ice Queen finally had her heart melted?❞

Sophie laughed at the comment and waved it aside. Silly Lucas, he should know better than that. Sophie wasn't the romance/love/relationship type. Speaking of . . .

That brought her back to Pierce -- and that boy she met yesterday. Oliver, was it? Sophie was usually sharp with social cues, so her 'extra' presence in there might not have been completely welcomed -- and if it had, it had been socially awkward for him, and for Pierce when Richie showed up.

A part of her wanted to have some interest in Oliver, but when she thought on it, there was nothing interesting about him. Not that she knew of, anyway. There was a bit of a start with the eye-contact. That had been intriguing. She wondered if he did that for everyone.

❝Nico, do you still intend to hold the party? I am currently in the midst of starting preparations, if so.❞

Lucas, always on top of things. It made her smile.

After a conversation of the party and other things, Sophie set out for the day, deciding to head over to the University for some play business. She briefly considered messaging Quentin.

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⎝ DAY 1┊5/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 19TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HOME ⎞
⎝ MOOD┊CONTENT / WORRIED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊19% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Bryan had got in a little later than usual, even after rehearsal was over. there were other things he had to do and other people he had to see about this and that and some of those. It was mostly Harley's fault that he kind of bailed on rehearsal a little early, but his job coincided with Sophie's and the orchestra hadn't been in today, so it really didn't matter.

Noëlle hadn't been at rehearsal, but when he got home and walked towards the house, apparently she was right behind him. He didn't say anything to her. When they both got in, their mom had asked where Noëlle was right before she had followed in after him. He kind of wanted to know, too, but when his sister mentioned that rehearsal had been fun . . . Well, for her sake, he decided to play along.

Her habits had been getting more worse by the day, and he didn't know what to do. He was with her when he could be, but after their mom had had a . . . talk to him about how close they were . . . And when Harley had entered the picture, things shot into the fast lane.

Their mom had left him both in the kitchen and Bryan stared at Noëlle. "Where where you today?" he asked her, giving her the stern look he always did whenever he wanted her to be honest.

"Home. I tried to call and let you know."

With a frown, Bryan pulled out his phone and looked at his missed calls. He clicked his tongue. "I see. You haven't been around rehearsals, much. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just tired. I'll come tomorrow."

It was obvious that he didn't believe her, but she had her reasons for lying, no matter how silly they were. He grabbed a bite to eat, held a mostly one-sided conversation with her, and then retreated to his room to check through his phone at the messages he had gotten after having left the university.

The sheer number of people that always wanted to talk to Bryan was rising, and it was overwhelming because he was still pretty much the cheerful, sort of awkward kid he used to be growing up, but at the same time, he got that people liked talking to him. Harley said it was something about being charismatic, but . . .

Oh, right. Bryan began to look around his room for his private things and . . . Huh. That's strange. I don't remember leaving that there. He glanced down at one of his smaller notebooks that was usually for writing notes about school and stuff. Then he noticed his lamp shade was tilted. And that his closet was cracked open. His clothes were separated awkwardly and some of them weren't even on hangers anymore.

. . .

Hmm.

He immediately went to the place where he kept his private things, and . . . Aw, hell. He scrunched his face up at the missing things. Mom? No. She knew better and generally kept out of her kids' things. The only other person was . . . Bryan fervently shook his head and pulled out his phone again, messaging Harley.

TO: Harley
Dude, someone has been in my stuff!!

FROM: Harley
Dear old ma?

TO: Harley
No, I don't think she'd do that!
Condoms, gone, lube, gone ...

FROM: Harley
Bet it was your sister.
She looks the type.

TO: Harley
Dude, don't say that!!
Noëlle isn't like that, she knows how to mind her own business ...

FROM: Harley
You sure, love? You obviously haven't seen
the way she looks at you sometimes. It honestly looks like
she wants to eat you or something.

TO: Harley
Hahaha, funny. Wise-ass.
This is a real issue though. We don't have any ...

FROM: Harley
Chill out. I've still got some. Well, not condoms, but.
Lube. I'm sure you'll live.

TO: Harley
SIGH. Alright. Tomorrow, then.
Where?
Why do we actually plan this stuff?
It happens randomly anyway ...

FROM: Harley
Not sure. Spontaneity is our friend.
We can't make a mess like last time, though.
My cousin flipped the fuck out, remember?

TO: Harley
Don't remind me!! That was so terrible.
Gotta go now. Bye.

FROM: Harley
Love you, too.

TO: Harley
You're such a dummy.​

Bryan sat down on his bed, slipping his phone back into his jeans and kicking off his shoes. With a sigh, he thought of where his things were. Harley couldn't be right, could he? She wouldn't do that, would she? He shook his head again. No. She wasn't like that -- not to him, anyway. And if there really was a problem, he hoped that she would talk to him about it.

He didn't want to have to force it out of her.

With a sigh, and a bit of a blush at tomorrow, Bryan stripped, showered, and then went to sleep. He would figure it out later.

- - -​

Because Saxima spent all her fucks on Bryan's post, we find that Sophie and Quentin went to sleep in their respective sleeping places which Saxima would think of later . . . when she gave more fucks.

10/10

Would play again.

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⌠ DAY 1 │ 4/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 18TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ ENSEMBLE ROOM ⌡​

⌠ MOOD │ OBLIVIOUS ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ 30% = NOËLLE / 30% = SOPHIE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡​

⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡​

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Quentin's mind was back to being half on the composition, half on the color of Sophie's underwear. He figured that she wore something bold, just in case. About the music, he had gone over it twice but could not shake the feeling that something was off. He was debating about whether or not she would wear lace when Richie replied, so he was slow to react.

"Sophie said to check the climax lyrics with the music." Something is missing. The boy continued to fill the gap. "We were both in the copy room. I don't exactly why she had me come to you." The boy was distracting him. What's left . . . ? "Unless those are the musical notes for the climax song . . . ?" The repeated use of the word climax made him aware of what he had been thinking next to someone. His head swiveled and he addressed the green-eyed boy. Lyrics? Lyrics!

"Oh, that's right. You're just in time. Can I see the lyrics?" He held out his hand and took the sheets once offered. "Thanks. Is that all that you need?" He was already turning away as he finished the question. He went right back to being engrossed with the new assignment.

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⌠ DAY 1 │ 3/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ DECEMBER 18TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ ENSEMBLE ROOM ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ DISTRACTED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ 30% = NOËLLE / 30% = SOPHIE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC !! ⌡
⌠ OOC │ IF ONLY I COULD STAY FOCUSED, TOO. ⌡
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Quentin browsed through the composition with affected intensity, marking suggestions and questions along the way. It wasn't his job, but it was his nature to be thorough, so he was. Between that and the fact that Sophie had asked him, he had all the motivation he needed to stay focused. But in spite of him, his mind wandered.

He was glad to be able to work with Sophie on the project. They had grown closer since the disaster at the summer camp despite the lack of love potion. He had been quite upset when it expired. Of all of the things to survive the events, the most valuable one went bad. He eventually spent the lucky quarter on a vending machine, a decision which he later regretted because he never got a chance to see Noëlle again. He had learned that the counselor had been her brother, but it didn't stop him from being jealous of the attention she gave him. In her place, he became bit more involved in the student body and was even helping manage a school-wide project.

His mind wandered now because he was wondering when he would bed Sophie. He could tell he had earned a place in her heart, but had yet to make a place in her bed. Quentin wasn't used to that. He mused about why she was so guarded and what he would have to do to undress her, figuratively as well as literally. Every time he wandered, he concluded that the composition was a logical step, so along he clogged.

He barely noticed when a boy knocked on the door. Someone else will get it. His pen checked and circled more vigorously with each mark. He felt that he was nearing the end when a small voice brought him back to reality.

"Hey there Quentin. What are you working on . . . ?" Quentin glanced to the door. That must have been him. He looked up at the boy. It was the lyricist. He couldn't quite remember his name. . . . Rodger? Richard? Ricky? I'll figure it out later. He saw that the boy was going over his own notes, so he read over the composition one last time as he answered.

"Reviewing the composer's notes for her. What brings you here?" He asked out of courtesy, but now that he thought about it, he wondered why the boy had chosen to sit next to him in this room when he could have gone anywhere. He glanced at him when he wasn't looking, but couldn't read his intent. Then he remembered. Richie.

⎛ DAY 1 ‖ 3/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ COPY ROOM ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ CONVERSATIONAL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ %9 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

❝ＲＯＵＮＤ ＴＷＯ : ＳＴＡＲＴ ！！❞​

Oliver, he had told her. She quirked another smile and decided she liked his spunk ( Sophie's definition of 'spunk' being able to be confident around her and level themselves with her -- sometimes it was annoying, other times, it was admirable. Of course, in Oliver's case, it was admirable ).

❝Pleased to meet you, Oliver.❞

Sophie looked over at Pierce who was just stumbling over herself. It was amusing to see that she still had issues around boys, and she had yet to find out why. Maybe she had daddy issues? Or was a victim of sexual assault? Or she just had a phobia of boys and was indeed homosexual. They were all likely, but most likely of all was that she was just ridiculously shy.

❝Not yet. I was planning on giving them to him after I got a bite to eat.❞

She looked over at Richie again, and a bit of a mess happened with his doughnut. White creme making a mess on him. He would love that, wouldn't he? It seemed he was falling along the same thoughts, as his face turned red.

❝I'll, uh, go look for him now. Do you have any idea where Quentin might be?❞

❝He should be in the auditorium. If not, you should check the ensemble room with the grand piano.❞ Sophie pulled out her phone and confirmed Quentin's location without saying anything to Richie. The ensemble room it was.

I've fixed some spelling errors, corrected only one or two notes.
I think we're ready to make final copies.
Come back when you can.​

❝He'll be done with the work when your done. If you care to practice with him, he'll be there.❞ Sophie then noted, and she glanced at her phone, but put it away before she could let herself check the other received messages.