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[abrasife]

@eunciia * ✶ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

It was nothing unusual for him to be spending hours at the park on his own. It was part of his routine, part of his way of life to sit on a bench and paint or sketch or whatever he felt like doing to form a work of art on the sketchpad he brought with him. Oftentimes, he'd find himself painting absentmindedly, tuning out the world around him and letting himself immerse in the process of putting the sight in front of him onto the page.

However, he wasn't sketching anything in front of him today. Rather, he was caught up in doodling an assortment of designs for yet another round of wedding dress concepts, the model for said dress being featured on the left side of the page as he worked on designing on the right. With the days passing by, the more Keith could sense that Rachael and Shane would soon make their proposals to each other, and by that moment, he wanted to have much more recent designs to work with.

But the scratching sounds of his pencil came to a stop from the sound of another person plopping themselves down on the bench. Turning to the familiar girl, Maudie, he gave her a quick greeting in the form of a question. He had never seen the short girl around these parts before, so he believed his concern was justified.

Taken aback by her blunt response, he couldn't help but connect the similarities to what Reanne dealt with on a nearly daily basis. He hadn't thought of how many different people would be harassed like this, but he was certainly glad the ones he knew were getting out of these scenarios safely. Although... he found himself miffed at how both of them approached sharing about these things.

❝ God— ❞ Keith couldn't hold back the urge to click his tongue, ❝ you and Reanne talk almost exactly the same way about this kind of shit. You talk as if these things aren't serious matters and expect me to be like 'oh, okay' about them! ❞

Almost scowling, the redhead shook his head to refuse her offer of a snack, ❝ But anyway, I don't want those store-bought snacks. They're literally poison. ❞

[aeviterncl]

@eunciia​ * ✽

❝ I kissed I guy I thought was hot. ❞

[aeviterncl]

❝ you’re doing well. you’re just discouraged and tired. ❞ ( maudie to zerah, about their undead crushes )

MEME ┊accepting.

While he normally encountered people while working, he was more than glad to have an encounter with Maudie outside of his hours. After their little discussion over love and shared witch identities, Zerah was more than happy to consider her a good friend (although he had no idea if she felt the same). It was nice to have more people he could be openly honest with without having to explain exactly what magic was and all that.

Today seemed to be a chance encounter with her, and it somehow ended up with them heading over to a nice little café (as per his own insistence to get out of the cold) for a little chat. It was only after they had sat down with warm drinks in hand that the necromancer even realized he had been pretty down lately. Even without love problems, he was still feeling quite isolated and the presence of a single regular customer didn’t exactly fill the void.

Regardless, spending time with Maudie certainly helped him out. Even if they were just complaining about impossible romances, it was a shared experience they could bond over. As the smaller girl encouraged him with his romantic endeavors, he really hoped hers would work out. Heck, he wanted hers to work out because she had been so nice to him thus far, as much as she might have initially thought of his brews as bogus. 

Taking a sip of hot cocoa from his cup, he lifted his gaze and pulled himself out of his sullen thoughts, ❝ Really now? I didn’t even notice. I thought I basically killed it for being too desperate to hang onto the potential that is our relationship. I mean, I hadn’t really heard from her since I gave the gift. ❞ And then there was the issue of also possibly forming a crush on another person as well (god, he was so bad at this—just how easy was he?? Just a little bit of attachment and his imagination and wants skewed towards wanting intimacy). 

❝ But enough about me. How are things going with your love interest, hmm? Niko, was it? Any progress? ❞