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“Thank you,” she said, feeling her cheeks turn a little pink. The praise wasn’t something she was particularly used to, but she appreciated it all the more because of that. “I guess they’ll brighten up the fridge,“ she joked. “Are you cooking? I mean, are you going to be.”

“Eh, not too bad.” Aleja shrugged and continued to look over the artwork. “They’re amazing.” He let her know.

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“Um... well, pretty much. I had a ton of colouring books as a child,” she laughed softly, her eyes scanning over the pictures in front of her. At least she had improved since then, when it was just about staying within the lines. “I wanted to be a sculptor for a while, but I always just loved art in general.”

Ryder nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “Have you painted your whole life?” He asked. He didn’t want to sit down or even be close to Em. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, he just felt like he smelled bad and he didn’t want her to smell him.

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kennedy-monroe:

Kennedy laughed. “You’ll become a famous painter and I’ll become a famous musician.” She said with a smile and looked at the drawing again. “When and if I ever leave her, I want to take this picture with me.” She looked at her. “And I want us to stay friends.”

“It’s all yours, of course,” Emi said, practically beaming with joy. She hadn’t expected a response this positive, and she was already excited to go back to her room and do more work. “I want us to stay friends too. I really like you, it’s a lot easier to be in this place with people like you around.”

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kennedy-monroe:

Kennedy giggled and wiped her eyes again as she looked at the picture. “It’d be the nicest gift I’ve gotten in a long time.” She told the other girl with a nod. “Hell, I don’t even know the last time I got a gift randomly or for my birthday or Christmas.”

Emmanuelle smiled brightly, extremely proud of herself for making something that made someone so happy. “Well, let me finish the actual painting and make sure it’s good enough to put on the wall. If we’re lucky, it might even be worth a lot of money someday. Maybe you’ll be the next Mona Lisa,” she laughed, not that she was under any illusion that she was that talented. “At the very least you’ll have an original artwork.“

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“I’m glad too,” she smiled, standing up to give Kennedy a hug. It seemed like she kind of needed it. In any case, if her friend started crying, Emi knew that she would soon join her. It had to be stopped. “I was going to just give it to you as a present, um, once it’s done I mean. But... well, not everyone wants to randomly get a painting of themselves, so I thought I should ask first...”

Kennedy smiled and quickly wiped her eyes. “Sorry.” She apologized with a giggle. “It’s just…so nice and amazing and so are you.” She looked at the other girl and smiled. “I’m glad we’re friends.” She told her.

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Emmanuelle nodded, daring to smile at the other girl, "None other.” It seemed to be well-received, and she was thrilled about that. Telling someone you had been secretly drawing them was a pretty daunting task. “Well, it’s beautiful because you’re beautiful. Although it's just a draft, I should really clean it up... but I just wanted to show you now.”

Kennedy blushed when she saw the picture. “Is that me?” She asked and looked at her friend. “No one has done anything like this before. It’s so beautiful.”

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Emmanuelle bit her lip, trying to decide if she should show her. After a long moment‘s consideration, she decided fuck it, Kennedy wasn’t the kind of person to be weirded out too easily. And she would be honest. Emi loosened her grip on the sketchbook, quickly flipping through it to find the right page, "Okay, but... um... tell me if it’s too creepy, okay.” She blushed slightly as she placed the book on the table, revealing a pencil draft of a portrait of Kennedy.

Kennedy sat down at the table next to her friend. “Anything.” She said with a nod and rubbed her eyes.

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beenhacked:

        she approaches, and plops herself in the seat next to her, and opens her laptop. her legs are kicked up on the table, laptop on her LAP, lines of code running across the screen at incredible speeds, and she has her earbuds in, bouncing to some music that blast through them. “ what do you want? “ she asks monotonously, pulling an ear bud out of her left ear. she scowls at the other’s curiosity. “ what’s it to you, PRINCESS? “ she sneers, the pet name coming off only as mocking. “ none of your fuckin’ business. you’re not gonna find out either. ”

Emmanuelle frowned and looked away, surprised by the girl’s hostility. She had been doing so well lately, fitting in with everyone and actually making friends. Now this attitude, and that word. She didn’t want to blow her own cover; after all, it wasn’t he first time someone had called her princess as an insult. Still, caution was her best option, and she just cleared her throat, “Um... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry, I was just... trying to be friendly.”

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Text: Theo → Emi

Sandy: ii got carried away watching tely in tbhe bath and had cwine and cor got carried away wiht it and now i have bubbles and bubbles and bublles in my head this sis so good you should come bath with me thatd be LIT

*Cupid changed her name to Rubber Duckie*

Rubber Duckie: Aw honey, I'd love to!!

Rubber Duckie: ... Are you naked though? because that's a little bit awkward tbh

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kennedy-monroe:

Kennedy walked into the kitchen. She was still in her pajamas and her hair was up. “Just waking up.” She admitted with a yawn and looked at her friend. “You did all of this?” She asked as she looked over the artwork. “Damn Emi, these are great.”

“Kennedy!” Emi greeted her excitedly. She was happy to see her friend; just the person she needed. When Kennedy came closer to look at the paintings, Emi spread them all out a bit more on the table to let Kenny get a better view of everything. “Thank you, but I’m still getting back into it... it’s been a while.” As she talked, she reached for a large sketchbook at the end of the table. She quickly flipped through it, then second-guessed herself, holding the book against her own chest, “Um, I wanted to ask your opinion on something...”

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ryder-smith:

Ryder had just come in from a run and was sweating, and was shirtless. “Uh, getting some water.” He said. “Don’t worry about the space, I need to go shower.” He chuckled as he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. Ryder opened the bottle, shut the fridge and began to drink and walked over to where Emi was sitting with her work. “Wow, you’re talented.”

Emmanuelle had to stop herself from staring at his naked torso, quickly forcing her eyes back to the paper and paintbrushes in front of her. She still didn’t look up when he complimented her, and only managed to give him a quiet “thank you” in return. In her somewhat embarrassed state, she vaguely wondered if it would be creepy to ask to paint him. If he felt comfortable enough to walk around shirtless, practically half-naked, he might be okay with modelling. Ultimately she decided that asking would be all kinds of awkward, and instead she told him,  “I haven’t painted in... forever. But I guess it’s something to hang on the fridge.”

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its-alejandromartinez:

“Just getting in from work.” Aleja said and gave her a smile. He washed his hands and dried them. “Now I’m getting food.” He chuckled and walked over to the fridge. Aleja grabbed some of his leftovers out of the fridge, shut it and walked over to the table. “You did all this?” He asked. “Damn, they’re amazing.”

“Oh, that’s nice... How was your day at work?” She said, wondering if she should get a job of her own. And why she sounded like a housewife whose husband had just returned. Perhaps it wasn’t that far off, it wasn’t like she’d ever had to work a day in her life. When he approached her, she blushed slightly, nodding in response to his question, “Um, yeah, that’s... all me. They’re not that great.” She frowned, only noticing the flaws and her evident lack of practice. Art school felt so far away in the past. "I just wanted to do something creative, you know?”

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“Um, yes, I brought tea... I don’t drink it myself, but I stole some from my brother," she reached into her bag and pulled out a thermos as well as a mug with mermaids on it. Her brows furrowed as she realized mentioning Loïc was perhaps not the best idea in the situation. “I didn’t tell him anything, by the way. I just said I was making tea for a sick friend, so now I need to find someone with a cold or something,” she smiled wryly and handed Kennedy a cup of tea, the universal cure for anything. “I think it’s very fancy, so enjoy.”

Home Remedies | Em & Ken

Kennedy giggled and sat up and wiped her eyes. “Did you bring anything to drink?” She asked. “Not alcohol wise, just in general.”

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“Well, they're kind of so bad they’re good... but yeah, I mostly bought them for the novelty of it,” she laughed softly. The novelty of bacon things had resulted in her hoarding several shelves worth of various bacon-flavored items. “I also have some waffles, because... I guess I’m a stereotype. And I thought they might be nicer in the long run.”

Home Remedies | Em & Ken

Kennedy wiped her eyes and then giggled. “Those sound really gross, honestly.” She admitted. “I’ll try them though.”

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Today was a nice day. Emmanuelle was sitting at the dining table, surrounded by a display of various watercolors and brushes as she painted in her sketchbook. Ever since the incident she had barely managed to do anything artistic at all, but everything somehow felt nicer today. She felt calmer, and even a little inspired. Maybe staying at the house really was helping her get better. The sound of approaching footsteps managed to penetrate her bubble of concentration, and she looked up at its source, “Oh hi, sorry if I’m taking up too much space... I was just feeling creative.” She shrugged lightly, looking curiously at the other person, "What are you up to?”

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ryder-smith:

Ryder looked down. “Maybe one day.” He said. He looked at the girl and smiled lightly.

“I’m sure they will. Things just take time, you know?” Her motivational words were basically on autopilot now, while she pondered her own situation. “The people in the house is here to help, so at least you’re probably in the right place. Baby steps.”

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kennedy-monroe:

“A sale to me is like five dollars.” Kennedy said and looked at the pants and then at her friend. “If that’s what you want.” She nodded. “Lead the way.”

“Five dollar pants? Really?” Emmanuelle looked at her, raising a brow. She wasn’t trying to be elitist, but that just sounded unbelievable to her. She shook it off quickly, though, and led Kennedy into the house and down the hall to her room, now kind of worried about all the epensive things in her room. She didn’t want to appear like a show-off. “This gives me a chance to show you my Brtiney vinyls. And that I’m a huge hipster.”