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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD » HURT/ANGER ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » ERIK'S ≛OOC ✌​

Tucker was shut up after that because he knew Erik was right. If he was just being honest he'd really have to admit that he did feel a little better.

When he found out that it was Maria and Evan who were at the bar half of him was happy he didn't go because he didn't think he'd be able to handle himself with them around. He already had his little outburst here, that he was truly ashamed of, and he couldn't imagine what would it be life if he had exploded then.

A sigh escaped the cherry haired man. He still wasn't exactly agreeing with Erik - especially with just Freya. She wasn't just a kid with a crush. This... this was something else. Tucker didn't even understand it but he didn't care. That never happened.

"Oh, that reminds me, I never called you. I replied to the message you sent this morning with a text and that was it. So if you ignored a call like you ignored my text, then it was from someone else."

Tucker's head snapped up. What. His mind went blank for a second.

"I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, but I've been told people feel better after being able to snap and vent like that."

"Uh. Yeah. No. I get it. I feel better. Yeah." he was only muttering his words. He directed his attention to grabbing his phone and puling it open. Who was it? He already had an idea and he was kind of horrified.

Much to his surprise, not the sarcasm, it was Maria.

"Tucker... I - I'm sorry for what I said. You probably - probably don't want to talk to me after that and I can understand w - why, but I didn't know who else to call." She sniffled. "There's something up with Stephan and I was attacked for it. Now the apartment has been ransacked. I just ... I don't know what to do. Evan doesn't get it last night he thought dragging me to the bar would help. I didn't. Sure, Erik was there, but we didn't talk about anything particular. Noëlle is probably out of her mind right now and Bryan's ... Bryan's dead. How can he be dead? Tucker, what happened to you -- to us? After I kissed you and you opened up to me at Christmas I thought ... well I thought we were working towards an actual relationship. If you didn't feel that way, you were supposed to say something. I told you to. Then the other day it was like nothing ever happened and you were wearing that smile you give me but it wasn't - it wasn't directed at me. Who was texting you? I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. I'm going to visit Julius and then Noëlle. Maybe later we -- later Tucker."

He had played the voice mail on speaker. He didn't realize how much he hurt her. This was a very good friend of his. He had to admit he blushed lightly when she mentioned the kiss because he's practically forgotten it . It was so in the past for him and looking back, he didn't even understand how he could have done that. He gulped. Maria. A relationship? That was crazy. She was his good friend not anything more! What was going on? She sounded so desperate. It was kind of pitiful. Perhaps he just won't reply? Say something sweet and about friendship like he always did and then run away and never look back.

He turned to the older man in the room. His expression was lost and frightened. He really hoped his expression also showed how lost he was because he was pleading for some advice but it suddenly didn't seem like he could talk. He didn't want to respond but wasn't that rude? And the girl seemed like she was already wrapped in so much, for the lack of the word, crap. He didn't want to hurt her any further.He wanted to go back to Freya.

This was getting crazy and weird. Ahhhh! He wanted to escape. His body tensed and his heart quickened. "I-I... Erik. What do I do?" he chocked out. He felt the vomit urges come back and he gulped to try and not let out the little food he consumed for breakfast. He wanted to run out the door, run back to Freya and find comfort in her arms. Besides, what was Erik going to say? If he was going to say go after Maria he swore he wouldn't do it. This was crazy. "... I think I'm going to go back to Freya."

 

Evan Allen Walker:
{~~~Day 12 (3/4)~~~January 1st, 2016, Saturday~~~Location: Evan's Place/Cafe~~~Mood: Morning Time~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

Evan was listening to what Flower Girl had to say. She only slightly recognized him, but that was to be expected since one does not simply remember the faces of all their customers ever. Though he was curious as to what she was drawing. He absolutely loved art, and painting...man he hadn't done any painting recently. He would need to fix that one of these days. Anyway, he was absolutely floored by her drawing. It was a flower, and more so, a RAINBOW flower. Flowers were cool and any drawing of them was bound to be cool as well, but he absolutely fucking loved rainbows. Rainbow was the color of everything...well no that was technically white, but rainbow was so much more vibrant and magnificent compared to white. "Whoooooaaa~, that is so awesome looking Flower Girl, you really got a talent there."

"So, what's your story? Fruit Booter." Estelle smirked. "Well, I guess it might be better if I ask your name first."

Fruit Booter? That was a new one. But hey, Evan was all about nicknames, they were a sign of good will and friendliness...unless the person giving the nickname was being a total ***** about it. Then that was just no bueno. "Ya know, it's always more polite to give your name first before asking someone elses." His face turned neutral for a second until it exploded back into his grin and he chuckled, "I'm just messing with you. Name's Evan. Pleased to get to talk to you Flower Girl." He took a sip of his coffee as he tried to think of what to answer as what his story was.

It was quite the prophetic question truly, what was his story? Was his life truly just a story being written as time went alo-.... wait it probably just meant why was he here. Evan snapped out of his thought and said,"well Miss, I came here to get me a cup of coffee. As to why I'm talking to you it's because well ya know, talking to people and getting along with them is always more fun than chilling by yourself you know." He grinned some more as he went to drink more of his coffee.​

 

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"Things have just been fallin to shit for everybody these days" said the voice of Julius before the man rose up and sat up with a sigh. "Sorry kiddos for listening in...sorry to hear all this" Julius said resting his back on the pillows he set behind his back and let out a groan. "Maaaaaan this sucks" Julius said closing his eyes once more,

"well now...thanks for taking the time to visit" Julius said opening his eye as he stared up "I've been hoping things were more...pleasant for you guys...it disappoints me to hear otherwise..." Julius said with a sigh. Bryan's dead, Fatime and Noelle lost their brother, and he was injured...life just sucked at the moment and Julius just didn't know what to do.

His eye shifted over to Fatime's bed and he noticed a few lumps under the blanket. Was that the shy girl? or maybe the girl had been released. Julius was quite curious and was going to check later on for the girl. With a sigh Julius turned his attention back to the two others. Maria and Troval were always like cats and dogs but at the moment he was finding it hard to actually see them have a nice moment.

 

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☆ Clothes ☆ Mood» Surprised/Friendly?☆Character Theme ☆​

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Estelle smiled. She was glad he really liked her drawing. She didn't really show many people. He seemed to be really into it though.​

"Ya know, it's always more polite to giveyour name first before asking someone elses." His face turned neutral for a second until it exploded back into his grin and he chuckled, "I'm just messing with you. Name's Evan. Pleased to get to talk to you FlowerGirl." ​

She laughed. He was so.... sociable. He was really nice. "Hello Evan, my name is Estelle." Estelle told him smiling, then taking a drink from her hot chocolate. "I'm glad you came to talk to me, I don't usually talk that much." She said to him honestly. ​

"well Miss,I came here to get me a cup of coffee. As to why I'm talking to you it's because well ya know, talking to people and getting along with them is always more fun than chilling by yourself you know."​

She nodded, She knew what he meant. Being by yourself was boring, lonely... too bad she didn't really talk to people. She probably wouldn't have talked to him either, she was still a little nervous about boys, but he was so outgoing and friendly she couldn't ignore him. ​

"Ya you're right. I'm a little bit shy around people sometimes, but you were just so lively and outgoing I couldn't just blow you off or something." Estelle laughed nervously. "It's cool that you're able to RollerBlade too, I'm not good at stuff like that" Estelle explained. ​

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"I hope this isn't too forward" Estelle took out another piece of paper and wrote her number down on it. "Here, call anytime." Estelle laughed, passing her number over. "Maybe we can hang out again sometime, if you want to anyway." ​

She smirked. "If you're as good at RollerBlading as you look like you are, maybe you can teach me. I wouldn't bet on it though, I'm really hopeless." She started to laugh, this has been the most fun she had in a long long while. She hope things were going ok. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if what she could say was proper, or not. She smiled at him, she was getting really worried about everything now. ​

 

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Torvald was silent for a bit after she asked him what was up. For a minute, she didn't think he was going to respond and they would go back to their cone of silence. When his voice sounded, her icy blue eyes lifted to him now sitting across from her on the floor. ❝ I ... lost something integral and important to me. I tried fighting to get it back, but fighting is meaningless when you are to lose from the start. When you know your very own goal is meaningless, deep in your heart. But it is nothing ... ❞​

She sighed. He wouldn't look at her, but for once, Maria looked at him -- really looked at him. The corner of one of her lips twitched as if it wanted to smile but physically didn't have the energy to do so. Torvald was handsome with his blond - haired, blue - eyed, Arian race thing. That didn't change the fact that she disliked him as a person, but this person sitting in front of her seemed different. He wasn't shoving his ideals down anyone's throat and he actually sounded like a human being, not an overzealous robot. She parted her pale lips and blinked her blond lashes. ❝ I get that, ❞ she said softly. Who would have thought that Torvald would be the person she needed most to talk to? ❝ You probably won't believe me, but I know exactly how that feels. ❞​

Maria pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her cheek on her knee. She was so tired. She wouldn't be surprised if she just tipped over onto the tile floor and went to sleep right then and there. It didn't matter how hard and uncomfortable the floor was. She was desperate for sleep. Sleep had been hard. Eating had been hard. Now, all she wanted was sleep, desperately. Trying to fight was exhausting. ❝ I fought too, but fighting requires so much energy. I don't have the will to keep fighting anymore. ... ❞​

❝ Things have just been fallin to shit for everybody these days. ❞

Maria gasped and looked up to see Julius rising in his spot on the bed. God damn! How long had he been awake for?

❝ Sorry kiddos for listening in...sorry to hear all this. ❞ Julius said resting his back on the pillows he set behind his back and let out a groan. ❝ Maaaaaan this sucks. ❞ He closed his eyes. For being close to his thirties, he often times talked like a teenager. ❝ Well now...thanks for taking the time to visit, ❞ Julius said opening his eye as he stared up. ❝ I've been hoping things were more...pleasant for you guys...it disappoints me to hear otherwise... ❞

Maria scrambled to her feet. ❝ Julius! How are you feeling? ❞ She disregarded what he had to say about their lives. He was the one in the hospital bed after all. ❝ You shouldn't worry about us when you're still here in the hospital. ❞

✜ Wearing ❖ Music ❖ Date: 01/01/2016 ❖ Day: 12 & 3/4 ✜​

✜ Mood: Exhausted ❖ Interaction: Torvald ✜​

✜ ❤: ✘ ❖ Location: Hospital ❖ OOC: ✘ ✜​

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◀ MOOD⦂ PARENTAL ✎ INTERACTION⦂ TUCKER ▶​

◀ ☼ ✎ ♫ ✐ DAY⦂ 12 & 3/4 ▶​

◀LOCATION⦂ HOME ✐ OOC⦂ ✗ ▶​

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Tucker seemed to enter a bit of a daze after that. "Uh. Yeah. No. I get it. I feel better. Yeah." Well that was good? He fumbled for his phone. Erik watched him, rising from his seat. the cherry - haired male dialed his voice mail and put the phone on speaker. Erik came to a stop beside him as Maria's voice sounded through the line.​

"Tucker... I - I'm sorry for what I said. You probably - probably don't want to talk to me after that and I can understand w - why, but I didn't know who else to call." She sniffled. "There's something up with Stephan and I was attacked for it. Now the apartment has been ransacked. I just ... I don't know what to do. Evan doesn't get it last night he thought dragging me to the bar would help. I didn't. Sure, Erik was there, but we didn't talk about anything particular. Noëlle is probably out of her mind right now and Bryan's ... Bryan's dead. How can he be dead? Tucker, what happened to you -- to us? After I kissed you and you opened up to me at Christmas I thought ... well I thought we were working towards an actual relationship. If you didn't feel that way, you were supposed to say something. I told you to. Then the other day it was like nothing ever happened and you were wearing that smile you give me but it wasn't - it wasn't directed at me. Who was texting you? I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. I'm going to visit Julius and then Noëlle. Maybe later we -- later Tucker."

Erik bit his lip and leaned on the table. He couldn't really tell what was going on inside Tucker, but it didn't look good. Slowly, Tucker turned to look up at him. His friend looked so lost and scared. He seemed so confused. Girls were not a strong suit of his and this was obviously eating away at him. Erik shook his head. He let out an exasperated sigh. "I-I... Erik. What do I do?" he chocked out. "... I think I'm going to go back to Freya."

He set a hand on Tucker's shoulder, still shaking his head. "Do you really think that is going to solve anything? No offense Tuck, but I think that would only make the matters worse." The way Tucker was looking at him was if he wanted help, but what help could Erik give him when he was bound to reject it? "I don't know what to tell you." He set a hand down on the phone and slid it away. "You need to talk to her, but I'm not going to tell you to go chasing after her either. If you really think going back to Freya is going to solve your problems, then you should just go." It wouldn't. Erik knew that. He only wished his friend could see that as well. Freya was his student. This felt so completely wrong. It made Erik feel sick, but he couldn't tell Tucker that.

"You have options, so you shouldn't feel like you don't." He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "You can go to Freya, and pretend like everything is all right, only to have it come back to get you later. You can find Maria and actually talk to her. You can stay here with me, someone who understands you. You can go home Tuck, but I'm guessing you don't want to be alone. There's the shelter, but ultimately, until you confront your problems they will not go away." He walked away from the dining area and took a seat at his piano bench. "Bryan's funeral is tomorrow afternoon by the way, if you didn't know." He picked up his pen and sheet music, writing more scribbles on the page. If Tucker left, then so be it. His friend still had a lot of growing up to do, but hey, he is only twenty - three.

 

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♙ Mood: Nervous ♙ Wearing ♙ Music ♙ Location: Seraphina's Home (Guest Room) ♙ OOC: ♙

"You're welcome to also in one of the guest bathrooms, I'll show you don't worry."

"Thanks." Shane said, getting up. It was good to know that there was a place that he could used to get cleaned up somewhat without causing much of a fuss. Following behind her lead, he made sure this time to pay attention to his surrounding as to start to get a feel for the layout of the home. He figured that now was a good time to start trying to figure out where some of the rooms were.

"First door on the left hall, is one of the guestrooms, with a guest bathroom also. My room is the last on the right hall, you can come find me whatever you're ready. Oh, and thanks, for not leaving. Last night I mean.."

"Uh sure, no problem." As Seraphina made her way towards her room, he stepped inside the guestroom and headed towards the shower. It probably was a good idea to take one. When that was finished, he stepped back into the bedroom and looked towards the drawer. Since his clothes weren't exactly clean, he wonder maybe there was something in there. Surely Seraphina would understand if he just explained his reasons.

Looking through, he found something for him to wear. After trying it on, he found that it fit him fairly well. That took care of one problem, now to meet up with Seraphina. As he opened the door and stepped out, he thought back to where she said her room was. If his memory was right, then it shouldn't be too far away from where he was now. Once the door was closed he headed down the hall, keeping an eye on the doors to the right.

Eventually he came to the end of the hall and there was only one door left. Clearly this had to be her room, so giving it a quick gently knock he waited for the door to be opened.

 

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✿ OUTFIT| MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ RABBU RABBU ✿​

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✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖​

As soon as she had pressed send a pair of hands gently gripped on her skinny arms and pulled her back onto the bed. The soft covers felt like clouds when her body landed on it. Her hands were sandwiched between those soft covers and Ryder's strong, warm grip. She looked up at his deep blue eyes and smiled. He, however, wore a pouty and hurt expression on his face.

"Can't it just be the two of us for a little bit longer? No Richie getting in the way?"

Before she could even get to teasing him about his adorable expression and selfish yet strangely sweet words, he planted a kiss on her. Caught off guard, yes, but that didn't really matter. Her eyes fluttered to a close while her heart seemed to fly away into the heavens and dance around happily. Despite the kiss being probably just to shut her up, it was still showered with fairie's dust and magic. His lips were still as soft as rose petals and she knew she would never tire of it. The way he pushed against her so firmly yet at the same time gently made her feel like her princess self had finally found that heroic prince of her dreams.

BZZ! BZZ! BZZ!​

Immediately, Ryder pulled back from the kiss with a sigh and released her. For a second Elisa thought he just took a breath and her head craned up to continue kissing him but when she felt the warm grip on her hands disappear she opened her eyes and realized the boy had curled on his side and faced his back on her.

"He's gonna throw a fit about this ..."

She sported the infamous pouty lip of hers as she looked at his messy head of blonde hair. It was true. Her best friend did have a condition after all and she felt worse by the minute when she thought about it but what she felt now as she looked at him? At the prince that lay on her bed with his face buried into a pillow? That was a lot worse. Her heart sank at his disappointment. She reluctantly looked down at her phone.

To Elisa:
happy new year babu!! ^ u ^
i hope yours is super awesome too!
buuuut... i / do / have a question for you...
um... where did you go last night??
i was really worried about you
since you usually don't do stuff like that... :c​

Oh. Snap.

She looked at the older twin in panic! Yipes! What was she supposed to say now? Urg. Well, she kind of had an idea - actually two! For both options, things were only going to go for one twin's favor and it all started with lying to Richie - which already made her feel terrible. She would tell him that she was out with her family where they took an impromptu road trip and had a lovely dinner at a town nearby. From there she would either say two other things.

Option A meant that she would say she was on her way back home from the trip and that she was to be dropped off at the Duvont's home to spend the entire day there and make up for lost bonding time with her best friend. That would be a plus for Richie but not for Ryder because they wouldn't be able to hang out like they were hanging out ever so magically right now.

Option B meant that she would say she was still out of town and she wasn't going back till very late tonight. That would set up a valid excuse for her to spend the rest of the day with Ryder and have much more cuddles and kisses and probably cardiac arrest for how much he made her heart soar. Sadly, that would probably upset her best friend completely.

Both options weighed out equally in her head and she grimaced, gripping her phone tightly in her hand. She didn't want to do any! She loved both of the twins as much as the other - just in very, very, very different context. So much for the golden trio she always mentioned about. This obviously complicated many things. How was she going to hang out with Richie when she knew Ryder was going to be there? How could she hang out with with Ryder when she knew Richie was probably upset? Oh, she wished she could just tell Richie about how much she liked Ryder!!!

Wait.

Hold up.

That actually didn't sound as bad as she thought it would. She blinked as the realization hit her surprisingly. Her aquatic eyes traveled to Ryder, who was still sulking on his side. She propped herself on her fours and crawled over to the boy, bridging over his torso. She tilted her head to see his almost-hiding face and brushed the blonde hair away from his eyes. She wore a curious and innocent expression on her face when the words came out of her mouth in genuine tones, "Why don't we tell Richie?"

 

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⟣ DATE⁞ Friday, January 01st, 2016 ⟡ DAY⁞ 12 4/4 ⟡ ♫ ⟢​

⟣ LOCATION⁞ Elisa's Bed ⟡ INTERACTION⁞ Elisa ⟢​

⟣ WEARING ⟡ OOC⁞ ✖ ⟢​

There was a lot of shuffling on the bed, but Ryder just stared at the wall. He should probably just go. Even now Elisa was going to put Richie first. He sighed into the pillow. Why did he even bother? Last night didn't really change things. He was fooling himself to think it would have. He just -- Elisa was draped over his body. Her hands were pressed to the bed, arms extended, and shr hovered over him. Ryder could feel the warmth radiating off of her and suddenly her her face was angled directly in front of his. He watched as her turquoise hair dangled from her head and she brushed his blond bangs out of his face. Ryder was ready to wrap his arms around her and pull her down on top of him when she asked, "Why don't we tell Richie?"

It was like slap to the face. He inhaled a sharp breath and sat up, making her have to scramble not to fall over. Ryder wrapped his arms around Elisa's waist and pulled her onto his lap. He buried his face in her neck, enjoying the sweet scent that belonged exclusively to her, and sighed. Ryder kept her hugged close to his body -- her back to his front -- but he lifted his head so that his chin rested at the base of her neck. "And then what?" He asked. "If we tell Richie, he's just going to blame me. I don't exactly have the best track record with my brother and he's a bit of a baby. He'll say I tricked or something -- that this is another prank. He might even question how much you really like me." To cement his point, he followed up with: "I question how much you really like me, because I like you -- a lot."

He gave her neck a light kiss before turning her in his lap to face him. His back was pressed against the pillows and his right hand stroked her soft blue hair affectionately. "She he actually come to terms with it, then it's going to be a never ending battle for time along. Whenever you and I are around each other, he's going to feel excluded and sadly I get that." He took his blue eyes off hers, thinking of all the times she had bailed on him for Richie -- the number of times he had just been her backup plan. He shook his head. There was still a smile on his face, but it was remorseful. "If you really wanna tell him, that's fine. It's not like I'm going to stop you," he said softly.

 

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♫Clothes♫ Mood» Hmmm ♫ Character Theme ♫ Day: 3/4 ♫​

Location » Home ♫ OOC: ♫​

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She jumped up, hearing the knock at the door. She opened it. "Hey." She smiled at him. "I want to show you something else, before you have to go anyway.." Seraphina told him. She made her way down the stairs, getting anxious with every single step. They arrived in the front foyer at the very first floor of the house. She took a quick look around, today was busier then normal. She looked again for her mother. She saw them walking up the stairs on the other side, not paying attention to them on the bottom floor. She took a sigh of relief. She didn't really want to explain anything to them right now. Lucky, theymade it to the door leading outside without interruption. She opened the door for both of them, and then went outside to the garden. "I love it here.." Seraphina explained, walking down one of the paths. ​

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"It's a very nice place just to relax in." She smiled at him. "It's also very beautiful, don't you think?" She asked him. 'Say something to him' She thought to herself. 'I don't know i don't want to be too forward or freak him out'. 'You're really paranoid, can't you just relax?' She asked herself. The answer was most likely no. ​

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For the first time in her life she was tongue tied. She listened to the silence, the wind blew by a bit on her soft skin. She heard birds singing, but the silence between them seemed to cancel everything else out. She felt like she had to do something before things could get really awkward. Or maybe it was ok for it to be quiet. 'Actions speak louder then words' She thought, then realizing she didn't know what she could do. She took a deep breath. She just had to be herself, and try to use her beauty to her advantage.​

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"I'm really glad you've hung out over here so much, Shane.." She told him, her eyes sparkling as she looked over at him. "You're really nice, and sweet.. Confident.." She told him. She wondered if he was being himself around her, or trying to act higher in class. "Don't change yourself to please others, because you're fine the way you are." She said. "I mean.. I like you the way you are.." She hesitated, she didn't know what else to say.She walked a bit slower taking one of Shane's hands, and moved closer to him. ​

 

Evan continued to listen to Flower Girl explain that her name was actually Estelle and that she didn't actually talk that much to people. Which Evan found weird because she had just recently apologized for being so rambley. Which Evan also thought was strange because well, Flower Girl didn't seem to go on about a topic more than any other person he knew of. Regardless he continued to sit there and drink his coffee as Flower Girl told more about herself to him.

"Ya you're right. I'm a little bit shy around people sometimes, but you were just so lively and outgoing I couldn't just blow you off or something." Estelle laughed nervously. "It's cool that you're able to RollerBlade too, I'm not good at stuff like that" Estelle explained.

Wait she was shy? Evan had found it strange that she figured herself to be shy, because other than the sitting by herself at a table and drawing silently, she seemed like a total extrovert. Not to mention he didn't really understand what she meant by him being so outgoing and lively. Evan thought he was just as lively as any other not depressed person and/or someone who wasn't a government official. Not to mention he thought that he was being average by trying to always be friendly to people. Regardless it was nice to know that his hidden powers of liveliness that even he didn't know about were able to keep him from being blown off by Flower Girl. "Well it's good to hear that you decided to keep talking to me then. The more friends the better." He also heard her comment about rollerblading and how it was cool that he was simply able to do it. Man this girl had like no self-confidence.

"I hope this isn't too forward." She then proceeded to write down something on a sheet of paper and handed it to him. After examining it he saw that it was a series of number, either a secret code or a phone number. "Here, call anytime. Maybe we can hang out again sometime, if you want to anyway." It turned out to be a phone number. Slight bummer. But oh well this meant that they were totally buds now. "If you're as good at Roller Blading as you look like you are, maybe you can teach me. I wouldn't bet on it though, I'm really hopeless."​

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He waved his hand casually and said "oh come on, it's not that hard to rollerblade. And besides, I'd be a horrible teacher. Though maybe both of us being horrible in our respective ways will balance it out." Evan looked thoughtful for a bit before he continued to drink his coffee. That is until he realized it was empty. He sighed, threw the cup at the trash can...and completely missed. Oh well.​

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› Freya watched as Tucker walked off, leaning up against the doorway, gazing at him until his car disappeared on the horizon... › As soon as he was gone, her small smile slowly faded into a look of concern. › What had she done? › When she was with Tucker, all doubts seemed to disappear, but now she had time to think, and all she could ever seem to think about was what she had done to Tucker. Y̶̛oư d́͡i͞d͡ ̶wh̴͢a̢t̡ ̀y͠o̡̢u̴̵͟ ̨͜͜h͝ad҉̛ ̕͞t͏͟o ̛d̴̸ó͟

› She had to talk to someone about it. › There was one person she knew would understand, aside from Evan, the only other person who knew what she had..or rather, had been planning to do.

COMPOSE NEW MESSAGE​

From: Freya To: Richie › Richie, I need you to come over...right now. I did it. I gave it to Tucker and I feel like I'm going to be sick about it.​

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› Freya didn't know what to do with herself, Richie would probably take some time to reply. › Could she talk to her aunt about it? › No. › She almost laughed at the thought of reconnecting with her parents over this...she plopped herself down on the couch as Enywas snuggled close.

『I don't suppose I could talk to you about it?』​

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› She said softly. › As she sat on the couch thinking about everything that had happened, Enywas' light rhythmic breathing and the warm glow of the sun through the window all worked together to do battle with her consciousness, and slowly, she drifted off to sleep.​

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› Freya stood in the colorless world, the very sight of the cardboard trees and animals instantly made her aware that this was a dream.​

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『I hate this. I'm so happy, but I hate this. What did you have me do? Why was I so impatient, why couldn't I have just talked to him, why couldn't I have just had him fall in love with me the natural way?』​

› She knew that even though the figure was nowhere to be seen, it was still there, listening.

『I͡s̕͞ ̶͞th̕͘ì͢s͏̨ ̕͏̢ǹ͝o̢͡t̴͘͠ ̀́wh͘a̡͡t̢ ͡you ẃ̵a̷n̷t̷e͏́͜d̷͢?͏͜҉ ͡Yo͝͞u̵ ̷̢à̶s̵͞k͟͏e͏̕d͏ ̛͏f̵or͞ ͠͏m̶͘͜y̛ h̡̕e͜l͘p̶,̶̢ a̴͞n̵̷͘d̶̨ ͜͠I̴̸̛ ̶͠g̸͘a͟͏v̨͝e ͡i̵̧͘t̴͡ ̸̴̡t́o͘ ̀͘yó̶ų͟͡.̢̛̛』​

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› The figure asked from behind her, as if appearing from nowhere. › Freya turned to face it.​

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『I don't know. I wanted Tucker, I did, but now that I've done...that...I feel terrible about it. I-I don't know what to do with myself.』​

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› The young lady stood there trying to fight back tears as the shadow came close to comfort her. › As it put a hand on her shoulder she felt a chill run down her spine. › She knew it wanted to help, but everything about it was so unsettling to her.​

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『Y͏̷o͡ų͜ ͜p̸͏̛oơr̸̡͟ ̨c̡h̴͞i͘l̡d̡͠, ͏Í͟ ̡͘h̷̨a̴͘͡v̵̵è̵ aļ͡w̷a̵͠ys̡͟ ̨b̢͟ee̢n ̀͝h͏̧è̡͘r̢e.̶̴ ͠D̕ee҉p͞ ̶͘w̷͝i̷̕ţ͘̕h́́͝í҉n͠ ̢̛y̛o͏u ͜s̶͝į̴̛n͏̕c̵͡͡e ̡b͟i͠r̴͡t̨̢h̕͏̴,͢͢҉ ͞I ̶h̕͟a͢͟v҉͞e̶ be̛en͠ i̕n̸͘s̛҉i̶͡҉d̶e͘ ỳo̵͝͞ur̷ ͏mi͏͠ń͘͞d̵.̸̵̨ ̢Į ̶́k̶̨no̕w̷ ̛e̷͞v͜͠e̴ŗy̵t͞h̛í͡҉ńg̕͜ a̶͞b͘͢o̵u͟͞t̢ ̵̡y̷͏͜o̧u҉,̸̨ ҉̷I͏̷͞ ̀a̷̸m ̷̛͞ỳ̧̛o͘͢u̶̡.̴ ̵̸T̸͢h҉i͏̀s̴̛͢ i̶s̨̀̕ w̷̢h҉̨͞àt̸̴͟ y͟o̵͘u̡͘͝ ͜ņ҉͝e̶̢͜e̵͢d́,͘͠ ̵͢m҉̶y͠ ̴c̀҉h́́ìl̨d,́͘ ̷̕w̛͝hąt͜͞ ỳ҉ǫ̛̕ų̛ ̢̨w͟͠a̢nt̷̡e͢͝ḑ͟͡.̷̨͏ Y̷̛o̶̧u̕͟͝ ̵śh̵͏͞ò͞ul͠͏d́͘ ̴̸b͞͠͝e͠ háp̴pý.̸̨͟͡.̢̛̛』​

› For a moment, Freya resisted the touch of the figure, but slowly she let herself be taken in by its embrace.

『What can I do? I don't know if I can continue facing him like this. I'm going to fall apart.』​

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› She searched the shadow for a sign of comfort, but she couldn't make out anything distinguishable. › The figure moved faster than Freya could register, or perhaps it didn't move at all, but simply WAS behind her, a shadowy hand lay on her shoulder.​

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『I̸͠f҉́ ̸̵y͝ou̢͞ fí̴n̵̨͡d̢͟ ̷yo͘͢ù͟͞r̢̀sęlf̴ ̵̶u͝nabl͝e͢ ̴́҉t͝o͢͟͠ ͏h͡͞҉and̷le ҉̵͟t̛͡he̕ ͞͠wo̡̕ŗ̀ld̨,̡͜ ̵͡a̡l̸̀l̶̵ ̴̶yo̴͡ư ̧̧m̴͝u̵͠s̨҉̴t͞͏ ͞d̕o̴͞ ͞iś̶͝ ҉͜ąs҉̷k̵̕,̶̕ ͜a̕͞n̢͡d͡ ͝Í̶ ẁ͘i̵̧͜l͢͏l ̴c̛͢om̧͜f̸or̡͜t̀͏ ̶̀͘y̷͘ó͜ur̀ ͘m̀͘i̶̸n͏҉d,̸ ỳ͞o͘ù̡̀n҉g͠͡ ̸͘ch̢i̵̸͡ld́͜.̡͠ ̛͘Le̡ţ ̴҉me ͠͡in̨͘͞,̡ ̕͏͜a̶͘n͢d̶̕ ͘a͏ll͘̕ w̴̡̨i̷l̡̧l̕͟͡ ̧b̴e̛ ̶̛͜ea͟s̶͟͞é͏͝d̢̢̛̛͜』​

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› Freya hesitated for a moment, then turned to face the shadow once more.

『If what you say is true, then I ask of you, please, help me with this terrible guilt...』​

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› The figure smiled, Freya couldn't see it, but she felt it. › She felt sick to her stomach at the notion, but remained composed.​

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『T͡h̛̕en̶͟ ̴͝aw̷̷̴a͠k͟e̕͜n̴͜,͡ c͡҉̢hí̶l͏͟d̢̛, a͟nd a̢͟l̀͢l ̷̵̢w͏i҉̶̨l̨͘l̀ ̷̶be҉͢ ̕͘w̕ę̨l̢l̶͠.̡̡̢̢̛̛͟͜』​

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› In an instant, the shadow wrapped its hand tightly around her throat and the last thing she heard was her own desperate gasp for air.​

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› Freya was jolted awake, panting heavily, as if she had been choking. › She caught her breath for a moment and noticed the TV was on, she quickly looked around to figure out what was going on and noticed Richie sitting in a chair close by. › She sat up straight for a moment and stretched, then fell back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling. › She thought it strange for Richie to just let himself in, but she knew about his DPD. › Sometimes he needed attention, and would occasionally do strange things for it. ​

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› Freya realized what state she was in. › Hair, a mess. › Clothing...barely. › Morning breath, devastating.​

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『Uh...help yourself to anything in the kitchen, I'll be right back.』​

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› She rushed upstairs and quickly put herself together as best she could before heading back down.​

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『S-sorry about that...I uh, I need to talk to you.』​

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› Richie looked her up and down a bit, seemingly having an intuition about this sort of thing, she could feel him putting together how she'd spent her night. › He cracked a wry smile and began their conversation.​

 

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☆ Clothes ☆ Mood» Surprised/Friendly?☆Character Theme ☆​

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"oh come on, it's not that hard to rollerblade. And besides, I'd be a horrible teacher. Though maybe both of us being horrible in our respective ways will balance it out."​

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Estelle laughed, smiling and then putting her hair back again. "I looks pretty hard to me." Estelle told him. "Maybe we a little practice but I'm more a music and arts person." She said, looking out the window for a second. ​

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He was.. different.. kind of corky. Not really afraid of what people thought. She wouldn't Rollerblade in here thats for sure, she would be waaaay too embarrassed. After doing her personality dialysis, she remember that she should say something.​

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"I can't believe the break is almost over, it feels like it just started yesterday, Ya Know? Time flies by so fast. I kind of do want to go back though." She told him.​

She didn't just kind of want to go back, She longed to go back. Try to make some new friends, or at least get to know some more people. But Hey, this was a start right? Baby steps. This would be a very good start since he seemed easy going and wanted to get to know people. This would be good practice. She realized that she had gone back into a daze, and tried to think of something to say.​

"Hey, what school do you go to?" Estelle asked him curiously, saying the first question that came to mind. ​

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{ m u s i c }​

[ their eyes were watching god ]​

Fatime had been hearing and watching everything so far, saying not a peep beneath the pillows and blankets.

She sat cross-legged in her little fortress, with her worn glasses lounging by a few sheets of white paper and markers. The book of origami was open to the page of a rose, but when the visitors arrived she had almost completely forgotten. Now she was well invested in the strange uncertainty between the terribly frightening and insidious duo of Torvald and Maria. She channeled years of experience in standing as still as a statue, and keeping herself without existence within the room.

To her surprise, the sparks did not fly this time.
She had readied herself in her little bunker, but only her ears pricked at the few words those two sheepishly tried to exchange. Were things perhaps improving?
The more she heard them speak, however, the more she felt pits at the base of her stomach weigh her down further and further into her bed. It was New Years', and these two -- perhaps the most volatile of them all -- felt so drained that the room's own little energy was being sucked out by their presence! Fatime felt lethargic, not wanting to move much at all, but she couldn't help but passively listen to everything ...

There was more silence as Maria had relayed her own personal fights. Ah ... these two were more similar than they would be willing to admit, was it not?
Fatime wanted to giggle, but she quickly suppressed it upon clamoring at recent dismal memories.

She began to carefully fold a paper airplane.

The low growls of Professor Julius groggily drifted through the room. He was awake as well! Fatime felt her heart shift, but she diligently continued her work.
Ah ... she was, very much a lost cause in this state ... but what was stopping these strong ones from stepping forward? Throughout her time, Fatime had gazed upon these adults from afar. The edge of the stage, paces away in the hallways, from the backs of classrooms. A careful yet sentimental gaze; as if seeing unicorns or mermaids or any other mythical beast for the first time. They were the titans and giants in Fatime's life, and they were inaccessible gods that spoke godlike things and had godlike conflicts. She was little but nothing to them, and she was little but nothing to many of these adults in her life -- what good would her own words do from someone who was a lost cause? Ah ... it was why gods needed the help of mortals when beliefs wavered and their existence was in jeopardy. After all, Fatime mused, what was a god to a non-believer?

She neatly and carefully wrote something down on the paper airplane in black marker, and carefully peered from below her blanket. All three were busy looking at each other, paying no attention to Fatime's insignificant little bed.

She quickly stuck out her hand and tossed the airplane in Maria's direction, before jetting back into the blanket, careful not to shake any of her pillows down. It would seem as if nobody had seen her, and the airplane had come out of nowhere ... hopefully.

Fatime shifted herself back and sat quietly, listening to the conversation.
The plane flew threw the air and landed by Maria.

Spoiler: Message

Please keep fighting, Miss Hartwick!!
If you do not fight then how can things change?
We fight to accept our situations and emotions
We fight to change our livelihoods
We believe in you, Miss Hartwick!!

 

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"I want to show you something else, before you have to go anyway..."

"Uh, sure." Now what did she have to show him. They just were at the observatory so he had reason to wonder what else was in this place. Still he followed behind Seraphina as they headed outside the house. When they arrived at the destination, he was surprised to see that they were at a garden, a pretty big one at that.

It's a nice place to relax in. It's also very beautiful, don't you think

There was a relaxing feel to the sight of all flowers. Hearing Seraphina's question, he gave her a slight nod. "Yeah, it certainly is amazing." Even if he barely paid much attention to the other gardens that he's seen before, he still could deny that this was pretty amazing.

Well if he'd hadn't hung out here, he'd probably be coupe up in his room for most of the day so he figured why not. Still hearing that she thought he was confident among others thing was a surprise. Sure he wasn't timid, but he didn't think that he was that confident. Feeling the warmth of her hand touch his brought a light blush to his face, which he sorta managed to hide by turning his face away from her as they walked.

 

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Noticed he had blushed, and she started blushing herself. She looked over at him, and then her watch. "Oh gosh, you should probably get home, your parents might be worried." She said to him, then turning them around, still holding onto his hand tightly, and then going back inside of the Mansion. ​

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She called on one of her drivers, which quickly left to go get one of the small Limo's in the garage, a long ways away from the Mansion like Palace. She walked over to the front door, and opened it, stepping outside, and then shutting the door with a click. She moved her shoulders in a way where the straps on her dress moved a bit lower on her. She realized she was still holding onto his hand. She took the other one, just holding them for a few seconds, moving a bit closer to him. ​

"Thanks for coming over, it was really nice." She said, just inches away from his face, her eyes sparkling as a small smile spread across her face. "You can come back tomorrow, if you like." She told him, they were only an inch or so from being pressed up to each other now. She took a breath. She could do this. She starting to lean in to kiss him, but then hastily pulled away. No, she couldn't, not yet. No. Her face blushed redder then her hair, Slightly Embarrassed, she moved back, then saying her goodbyes. She heard the Driver pull up, and then went back into the house.​

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Seraphina lied down on her bed. So close. She was so close. She just couldn't. She had a lot of dates before, but she had never kissed any of them. She wasn't as experienced as she had lead on. She hugged her pillow tightly, her silk Nightgown landing softly on her skin. ​

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At least her cold was gone. That was something to be glad about. School would start soon and she didn't need to be sick on the first day. Right... school. She sighed. At least they would see each other in class, and things like that. ​

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She put her pillow back on the head of her bed, and tried to fall asleep. All she could think about, was what Shane would've thought about her.. maybe he had taken that personally or something. She facepalmed. She didn't think of that happening. Making herself more worried as the night went on, she finally found herself in a peaceful sleep. ​

 

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"Right." Shane said, his face about as red as hers was as she leaned in closer to him. He was expecting her to kiss him due to how close they were, but it never came. Instead she left and headed back inside the house. Leaving him to ride back to his home with the driver. When they'd arrived, he gave his thanks to the driver before exiting and heading towards his home. As expected his parents asked where he was and he gave them a slightly modified version of what he told them last time. Though based off the reactions on there faces, that excuse wouldn't work much longer. With that out of the way, he took another shower and headed to his room where he went to sleep.

Most of Alex's day was spent helping his parent with another project they had in mind. When that was done, he went back to his room and fell asleep.

 

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD » HURT ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » ERIK'S/SHELTER/HOME ≛OOC ✌​

He had been able to bite his tongue the whole time Erik was speaking but clearly, he was offended by what he was saying. A scowl replaced his signature happy grin and all he felt was anger.

It was literally like he was on a roller coaster. Everything that went up, just went speeding down. How was Freya going to make anything worse? She made everything a hundred times better. Plus, why did it seem like it was his responsibility to make Maria happy? Erik was a close friend too! Not too mention other friends like Evan and Julius! Was it because it was his fault? What did he even do? Reject her? He didn't get it!

He did remember that they shared a kiss - but that was because she had kissed him! He couldn't get away. He had no choice. He was caught completely off guard. The recurring image of people doing things to him pried at his mind. A shiver went down his spine. He wish it never happened. He didn't regret telling everything to Maria though, that was okay. But that kiss. Urg. It made him want to keep his distance even more.

Aside that, he found it a bit ridiculous how Erik was saying he understood him because he clearly didn't. Though of course, Tucker knew his intentions were good but this was really crazy. He let out a sigh.

"Bryan's funeral is tomorrow afternoon by the way, if you didn't know."

He looked up at the older man, that wasn't exactly something he wanted to hear at he moment but it did give him a reason to leave. Kind of. He quickly got up from his seat, "I'll see you tomorrow then." and with a small thank you for letting him come over (even though he did kind of crash instead and things didn't exactly go well) he hopped into his car and left.

He wanted to go to Freya ver badly but he knew it would be a lot better but as awful the words that spilled out of Erik's lips were, he considered it - well, some of it. Instead, he went over to the shelter and did some work. Sean was there but he seemed pretty off too. It felt rather distant with everyone and it made Tucker feel even worse. Only the animals and Freya seemed to be the ones who were happy to see him. It felt incredibly lonely.

He stayed at the shelter until very late, trying to tire himself out completely. When he went back home, he pulled out his phone and quickly sent Freya a text he's been meaning to send.

To: Freya​

Good night : )​

Hope you've had a good day.​

And he really meant it because he felt absolutely awful and it would kill him if he knew she was having a bad day as well. He finally changed out of his two-day clothes, took a shower, and jumped into pajamas. He waited for a moment for a reply from her, which felt like an eternity when it was only a couple minutes (not more than ten), and he fell asleep because he was just way too tired.

 

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Julius closed his eyes and let out a hearty laughter "How am I feeling? I feel like shit! but regardless you really shouldn't be worrying about me" Julius said closing his eyes as he let out a deep sigh. "I've been sitting around in this hospital for far too long now...its about time I get the hell out of here" Julius said resting his head back.

"Sitting around, doing nothing...its really not my style...stuff has happened...and all I can really do is just sit around" Julius said closing his eyes again. "I'm going to try and convince the doctors that I am ready to get out of here..." Julius said before glancing back at the others with a smile "I know its hard for you to, but just fight on...things wont go the way you want it sometimes, but sometimes its just for the better" Julius said

"Ahh...but this is just the rambling of an old man..." Julius said with a grin. "It makes me smile to see you guys here...I do love company" Julius said happily. He needed to brighten the atmosphere, that was his job. He hated seeing others miserable, and liked seeing others enjoying themselves.

 

He continued to listen to what Flower Girl said and was quite pleased to hear she liked music and arts. That was always a fun thing to get into. Playing that good old glass harmonica of his, which he had not been able to do over break yet, was always such a pleasurable pass time.

"I can't believe the break is almost over, it feels like it just started yesterday, Ya Know? Time flies by so fast. I kind of do want to go back though."

Evan sat there thinking about this. It was true break was nearly over and it did feel like it flew by in an instant. Granted he hadn't spent most of it at home anyway, his career did call him away. And he was a bit disappointing with missing the musical, he did enjoy watching the kids preform with all their hearts to pull it off. But hey, he had managed to come back when all the really life falling apart crap was going on and managed to help Ria, hopefully, get herself back together a bit. In the end though, he was coming to a close on his time at school, though it was still far an away it was still drawing in on him ever closer. "Man you're right, School is quite the place to be. Might not realize it yet, but it's probably going to be the most fun of your life, granted it's not like I'm some old man who's seen the world an all, but ya know, it's just a feeling I got."

"Hey, what school do you go to?"

Oh yeah, they were going back to school soon and they didn't even know where they were going to. "Well Flower Girl, I'm going back to good old Fortissimo academy, best place on this fine planet...minus all the rumors about curses, and the crime rate, and the um...well ya know it's still like home to me." His phone buzzed and he looked at the time. "Oh sorry Flower Girl, I gotta go get some cake. See ya later probably." With that he hurried out of the cafe and went to his baker.

After apologizing for picking it up a day late, he ended up grabbing his new year's cake and bladed his way home. Once at home he dove into his cake, eating about a fourth of it, before his stomach revolted against him, essentially telling him that enough was enough. Having an odd feeling in his stomach, Evan eventually went to bed early for the day.