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Arabella weakly chuckled. "Uh.. we roll it out next, I guess?" She shrugged and placed the roller in the right position and started rolling. This is going to take forever, Ara thought with a sigh after a few minutes of struggling with the rolling. ~few hours later with aome helping ara~ Ara wiped the sweat over her eyebrow. "Phew! We're finally done." The blue lantern ended up looking decent enough and it was dark out. With a smile, Ara said, "Thanks so much, Aome. I couldn't do it without you."

Aome sat up, feeling her back ache from leaning over the table, but she grinned in triumph.  "It looks pretty good!  You really didn’t get yourself enough credit, Ara; you definitely could have done this without my help.  But I’m glad I could help anyway!"  She leaned back on the couch, making sure not to smear any clay on the material or floor.  "It’s pretty dark out already…  Do you want anything to eat, or do you have to get going?  I wouldn’t wanna be the reason why you got in trouble for staying out late," she said with a laugh.

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creditos *-*

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"But I'm as artistic as your twelve year old self..." Ara muttered as Aome went to go get the clay. Well, they better get started before she has to get home. She took out the piece of paper with instructions. "Alright, it says that we first have to roll out a piece of clay. Do you have a kitchen roller that I can use? We can wash it out afterwards, I promise." ((I'm not going to make them go through all the steps, just the first one and the last one \ouo/))

(( Hah, that’s fine!  I’m not, er, educated in all the steps of clay Japanese-lantern making anyway… ))

Aome placed the clay on the dining room coffee table before meandering into the kitchen to grab the kitchen roller.  "Sure thing!  Aunt Lonnie has, like, five anyway…"  After retrieving it, she took a seat on the floor, in front of the table, and motioned for Ara to follow her.  "Alright Little Miss Artist-to-Be, what next?"

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Mun and Muse

Send me ‘★’ for similar personality traits we share

Send me ‘♦’ for different personality traits we share

Send me ‘☼’ for things we both like

Send me ‘▲’ for things one likes but the other doesnt

Send me ‘✖’ for things we both dislike

Send me ‘❤’ for things similar about our lives

Send me ‘◘’ for things different about our lives

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Arabella's eyes widened at Aome's statement. Oh no, if Aome's didn't end up looking like a lattern and Aome's an artist, how would Ara's look? Ara let out a breath before nodding. "Okay - okay, yeah we can do it at your apartment."

"I mean, I was like twelve when I made it, and I wasn’t as dexterous as I am now," Aome admitted, trying to ease Arabella’s worries.  "I’ve gotten a lot better at sculpting and molding things, so this one should definitely work out better, yeah?"  Fortunately, her apartment was only a couple minutes away from school, so they arrived quickly.  "Aunt Lonnie’s not home," she murmured, more to herself, as she quickly went to her room to retrieve the clay.  "Alright, here it is!  Let’s get started!"

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(( So in this post I said I wanted to stick Aome in the Renaissance, so I figured, hey, I have thirty minutes before I need to train my Spartan children, so why not do it?  I used an old design of Cristina Vespucci (from AC: Brotherhood) for Aome's dress.  I thought about coloring it, but realized that 1) it was a disaster last time and 2) I'm lazy, so... here's this.  Eeee, Renaissance, my beloved. ))

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30DCD - Day 6

Why do they have their resources? How long have they had them, and how have they served the character over time? (Ex. Contacts, money, political power, fame, etc.)

Her parents and her auntie are her primary resources, though they don't give her as much now that she has her own job.  They still give her an allowance (her mom likes to slip in extra money into the envelope/Aome's bank account when Dad isn't watching), but it's starting to get to the point where Aome needs to come up with her own leisure money.

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(( Unfortunately -- or maybe fortunately depending on how terrible it is -- no.  It was an Armin/Candy/Ken fic, so... that was interesting. ))

(( I spent too much time on this instead of homework.  Also, once I read fanfiction where Auntie literally did this.  I think it’s pretty accurate characterization I mean come on let’s be honest…. ))

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a drabble a day: Snowflake

Aome yelps when something cold lands on her nose -- a snowflake.  "Oh geez," she murmurs, extending an arm to catch a handful of the sudden flurry.  "Snowing already...?"  She leans her neck back so that she can peer up at the sky, white, endless, and cold.  Is it really already winter?  It feels like just yesterday that she arrived in Sweet Amoris, dressed in shorts and a blouse to soak up the sun.

While she laments the quick passing of time, Alexy comes up from behind and pulls up her hood, managing to both save and tussle her hair in the process.  "It's gonna really start coming down!" he says, laughing as she scowls at him.  "We better get to school!"

"Alright, alright..."  She fixes the hood, tries to salvage what's left of her updo, and walks alongside her friend.

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Aome had always been a touchy-feely kind of person (growing up with a hippie of a mother will do that to you), but she was startled when he took her hands.  Maybe it was because this was Ken who, despite being her best friend, had never been this forward.  "Forward?" she thought.  "It's not like he...  Likes me like that or anything."

While, silently protesting against the inner workings of her mind, she bore a grin for him.  "I've really missed you, too!" she repeated.  His eyes were intense and his gaze was making her knees all kinds of wobbly.  "Maybe it's because he's not wearing glasses anymore..."  Maybe he's always looked at her like this, and she's never noticed because of the glasses.

When he dropped them, Aome clasped her hands together in front of her, unsure of what to do with them; they kind of felt cold now.  "Ahh, nothing too new.  Just the usual," she laughed.  Telling him about Amber's constant harassment would just get him riled up, and wanted them to reflect on the good things -- for now.  "Lots of detentions, being late to cla--  LATE!"  She suddenly yelped, realizing that the long hand on her clock had gone further down the curve.  "Oh gosh, I'm late and you're late your first day back...  We should get to class, um--  Let's meet up for lunch?"

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Kentin smiled softly. “It was a rough couple of months without you," he said, reaching for her hands. The old Ken would’ve been too shy or would freak out if he made a move like that, but this is new Ken; Kentin. He became more confident - though not as much as Castiel, no one can be as confident as him - in himself, but not to the point where his ego would blow up. Kentin’s eyebrows furrowed.

"Of course I’m here to stay," he said, “I can’t go with a few more months without seeing you." Kentin grasped her hands tightly, looking into her eyes. “God, I missed you," he murmured under his breath. Clearing his throat, he dropped Aome’s hands. “So, what did I miss? Anything new?" If Amber bothered you again, I can really show her some things from boot camp…

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Arabella snorted and muttered. "Whatever you want to believe..." She nodded, trying to calm herself down. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Alright, at least you've done these before!" Ara looked down at the paper Aome was holding and read the materials needed. "Okay, so we need clay... and where exactly do we get clay?!" She sent a hopeful look to Aome. "Do you think you have any left overs from past projects?" Arabella pouted desperately. "I don't want to go get some clay from the Dollar Shop..."

"Ahaha, I’ve only made one, and it definitely didn’t look like a Japanese lantern…  B-but I’m sure this one will turn out great!" she said, correcting herself before she could worry Ara anymore.  She already looked like she was well on her way to developing an ulcer.  "I have some clay in my room, and if it’s not enough, Aunt Lonnie definitely has some.  We can do it over in my apartment, if that’s alright with you."

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"Aome, now is not the time to lie and blush about Kentin!" Arabella sniffed. She dug her hand into her bag and pulled out a wrinkly piece of paper. She took a glance at it, and groaned. "For one thing, we're doing pottery! The art teacher assigned us this project a week ago and I still didn't even start on it and it's due tomorrow!" Arabella took another look at the paper. "We have to make Japanese lanterns?" She didn't really read the paper before. "Out of /clay/?! Aw man, I'm going to fail!"

"I am not blushing," Aome muttered, unconvincingly, as her hands rose to her cheeks.  Needing a diversion (for both Ara and herself), Aome took the paper from her friend’s hands and quickly read the instructions.  "Oh, these things!  My mom used to make and sell them all the time; she learned how to when we were living in Tokyo."  She placed her hands on Arabella’s shoulders, trying her best to get the redhead to calm down.  "Not breeeeeathe, Ara.  We can do this!  It might take a while to dry, but…  Well, we need to get started soon!"

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She gave a light, teasing tug on the sleeve of his shirt.  "That sweater definitely grew on me, but it's a good look for you," she said, joking but genuine at the same time.  "It's like you're all grown up now!"  His physical appearance had changed drastically.  His height, his build, his clothing -- but more than that, the way he held himself.  He was so much more confident than he used to be, and something akin to proudness swelled in Aome's chest.

"Boot camp treated you well," she observed, "though it was a rough coupe of months without you..."  Getting detention, getting in trouble with the principle, nearly getting bitchslapped by Amber (numerous times), trouble at the beach with Dake...  "I wonder if I changed as much as he did," she thought, looking down at her clothes.  Nothing seemed different in the mirror, and she felt the same...

"But you're here to stay, right?" she asked.  Aome did her best to stifle the hope; she'd be crushed if this was just temporary.

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"The one and only," he said with a laugh. Kentin automatically grinned with he saw the smile Aome had - like he said, her smile always blew him away. It was contagious to everyone, especially him. Kentin’s eyes widened as she threw herself at him, which resulted in a huge blush forming on his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly before she let go.

"Haha, yeah.. I got so used to wearing this outfit back at boot camp that it kinda stuck with me…" Kentin said with a chuckle, locking eyes with her. Maybe the reason why she looked so enchanting was because of the fact that he can see her without anything blocking his way, like his old circular glasses. He was a bit nervous still, wondering how Aome thought of him. Did she think he was a fake? 

"I-I’m still me, though," Kentin said, stammering with his words. He took a deep breath before speaking. “Only my appearance and name changed.. I’m still Ken." He hated it when other people called him Ken still, but the way Aome said it…. he can handle it.

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"Aome! I need your help, quick!" Arabella sobbed. "I have an art project due tomorrow and I have /no/ idea what to do. You know how badly I suck at art, and I know how you rock at art, so can you please, please, /please/ help me?" Arabella pleaded in a rush. "It's a big part of my grade and I'm on the brink of failing! I'll do anything! Walk your dog - if you have a dog - o-or plan a date for you and Kentin... Anything!"

"Woah!" Aome yelped, jumping back upon seeing her friend in such a frantic state.  "Well first of all, I wouldn’t say you suck at art," she began, patting her back reassuringly, “but of course I’ll help you!  What does it need to be about?"  At the latter comment, the grin on her face fell, replaced instead by a furious blush.  "W-what…!?  You don’t need to do that…  I mean, I’m all for thank-you cupcakes, but a date with Ken is…" She quickly stole a glance over her shoulder, as though making sure the before mentioned hadn’t overheard.  God forbid he get the wrong idea, or…?  "A-anyway, I’m here to help," she concluded, trying to change the subject.