There's Magic Here,Dear (0/0) (CLOSED!)

"Again. Just a pup. Not elegant." She tapped his nose and got up,heading to the shower, leaving the icecream there to melt.

Claude rolled his eyes, getting up as well. He closed up the ice cream tub, walking back to the kitchen to put it in the freezer.

She came out of the shower and got dressed, and stayed there. She still didn't really want to get out of bed.

Claude checked the time. 11:30. He walked back to Crystal’s room, knocking on her door before coming in. “It’s almost noon, Crys. Are you really just gonna stay in bed all day?”

"Yes." She said strictly. "And before you ask I do plan on eating nothing but icecream all day."

“..God, that makes me nauseous just thinking about it. You’re gonna feel worse than if you just.. like.. eat a vegetable or somethin’, I don’t know.” Claude sat back down on her bed. “Can I at least get you water?”

"Some rosehip tea would be wonderful dear." She said with a smile. "And I eat plenty healthy! I just had my heart broken thank you very much." She said smartly. "Leave it alone."

“‘Dear’?” Claude raised his eyebrows. “You sound like a grandma or something. But yea, I’ll get you that tea.”

"I call everyone dear. It's just how I am." She said with a shrug. "Thank you." She then drew up her blankets around her, not used to people not liking her or pointing things like that out about her.

“Huh. Yeah, okay. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I guess.” Claude rolled his shoulders, moving to pull his hair back in a low, messy bun.

"You're hair looks so much better down." She said softly, looking at him curiously. "Now go get that tea."

“For your information, I happen to like it in a bun! Much more manageable that way.” Claude snorted, walking back to the kitchen for the tea.

"Are you going to try and braid it too?~" She called from her room teasingly, laughing loudly. She then got up and began to clean her room a little bit, humming softly as she cleaned about.

“I know you’re trying to tease me right now, but I sleep with a braid in to prevent tangles.” Claude came back in with her tea, leaning on the doorway.

She took her cup of tea and took a sip with a satisfied smile. "It looks the best down. No wonder it's so wavy." She said with a smile.

“So I’ve heard. You’re very vocal about what you think looks best on me, huh?” Claude grinned, keeping his shoulder leaned against the doorframe and his arms crossed.

"I simply want everyone to look their best. Don't want people making fools of themselves." She said with a shrug. "I'm not going to stop you wearing a bun. But I like it down,shows off the waviness of it better."

“Oh, I make a fool of myself just fine with my hair down.” Claude laughed, cocking his head to the side. “But if you insist, I guess I can take my hair down.”

"I don't insist, only giving advice. It's on you whether to take it or not." She said with a shrug, as she began to make her bed, humming a bit, taking breaks now and then to enjoy her tea.

“Oh, sure, sure.” Claude nodded, moving to where he was actually in Crystal’s room. “Are you feeling a little better, then?”

"I guess." She shrugged and rubbed at her eyes. Her face was covered in freckles everywhere but she always covered them up. An old childhood nickname of hers was Dotty,which she hated.

“Didn’t know you had freckles.” Claude rapped his own cheek, referring to the freckles on Crystal’s. “They’re cute.”

She blushed and looked away. "Thank you darling." She said softly, surprised by the compliment. She finished cleaning and sighed. "What. Would you like me to cook for dinner?" She asked softly, looking at him.

“Anything’s fine, but.. you know it’s only like- noon, right?” Claude gave Crystal a confused smile. “But if you’re the only one cooking, it’s your choice.”

"Well. Even if it's noon, I still need to go out shopping for groceries." She said simply. "You choose since you had to deal with me being…well, a mess."

“I’ve dealt with messier breakups, don’t worry about it.” Claud reassured her, stretching. “If it’s my choice, though, I just want the easiest shit possible, ‘cause I just finished cleaning dishes and don’t wanna do more.”

"Hmmm…I guess we could have the pizza in the freezer." She then began to grab stuffies off her bed, jackets and shirts from her closet, pictures. Everything that reminded her of her ex. She then headed outside, asked someone who was smoking a cigaratte for their lighter, and lit the whole pile on fire.

“That wouldn’t hurt- what are you doing, good God?” Claude stared at the fire when he walked outside, pulling a cigarette from the box. “That’s gotta be violating at least two laws, right?” He used the flame to light his cigarette, taking a few drags.

"It is NOT." She said sassily. "At least…I don't think so dear. Oh well. It's better than me beheading the fucker." She said casually.

“I mean.. burning shit in public has to be some sorta illegal.” Claude wrinkled his nose at the smell of burning clothes, which felt more than a little ironic.