"No," he gently, playfully declined, "I need my guitar, of course."
Roleplay?
“Aww.”, she replied, slightly disappointed but also touched by this sweet act on Cruz’s behalf. “Does it have words?”
"Yes. But it's all in Spanish." He replied with a grin.
“I guess you’ll just have to translate, then.”, she replied in a quiet, joking tone. “Can you sing it to me?”
"Mm. I guess." He replied, "The rain is getting cold though,"
“Yeah.”, Fae agreed. “How’re you getting home?”
"I'll walk, probably." He answered.
“Same. I have a fear of cars, and my wings don’t actually work.”, she admitted.
"So… hm.." he pondered something.
“What?”, she asked, curious.
"I want to play my guitar and sing, if I'm going to show you the song.."
“And..”, she prompted.
"And?" He blinked.
(Oops, I got a bit moxed up on which Roleplay I was doing sorry!)
(I gtg)
(Dyou want to skip to tomorrow or keep going?)
Skip to tomorrow )
Ahh yes i finished writing the song hes gonna sing xD )
(Aww, that’s so sweet! Can’t wait to hear it.!)
Fae yawned as she sat up on bed, checking the time.
(Hi)
Cruz was already at the pottery shop. He wasn't sure why, but he'd woken up earlier than usual, restless, and he needed to talk to his closest friend.
(@Natasha, I feel really bad cuz Sabine has nothingness to do, do you want her and Macha to do something together? Idk)
(It’s Cruz’s birthday the next day, right? Not today?)
Fae’s phone started to ring, so she picked it up. It was Macha. “So, how’d it go?”, Macha asked immediately. “Morning Macha.”, Fae replied, laughing. “And it went great.”
“Did you kiss?”
“Macha!”
“Fine, fine. How was the food?”
“Really good [insert explanation of prank here]”
Fae leaned against the headboard of her bed , chatting happily with her best friend.
Yeah )
Cruz spun on the rotating stool behind the cashier.
August rested his arms on the counter, exchanging with Cruz, "You told her about the incidents?"
Cruz stopped spinning, "Yeah," he confirmed, "She took it well, I think," he replied, picking at a sticker on the counter. "She's been through some [stuff] too," he expressed. August didn't mind it when Cruz cursed.
"Well, that's good. Not– not for her. But in the sense that you guys have someone to trust now,"
"Yeah," Cruz nodded. "I brought my guitar today." He winked at August.
"Oh dear." He laughed.
“I, um, told him about… you know.”, Fae said quietly to Macha. There was silence on the other side of the phone for a minute, before Macha cleated her throat. “Good for you, Fae. He seems like a really good guy:” Fae smiled. “Yeah.” After another moment of silence, Macha said. “You’re daydreaming about him, aren’t you?” with a cheeky connotation. “Macha!”
“Alright, Alright!”
The two friends laughed warmly.
"I can't wait for her to come over. I worked all night the other night on a song for her."
"I simply can't believe that," August refuted, "You don't seem poetic at all," he smirked.
Cruz slugged Augustus' arm.
Fae was in the kitchen eating breakfast as her mom paced around her anxiously, giving her boy advice. Fae smiled. “Thanks mum.” She gave her disracted mother a kiss on the cheek as her dad grumbled. “When did you become old enough to get a boyfriend..”
Ten minutes later, Fae was out the door.
Augustus sent Cruz to the back to clean up the mess of clay while Cruz had the time.
Fae stepped into the cute little clay shop, calling out: “Good morning!” cheerfully, feeling butterflies on her stomach as she caught a glimpse of Cruz in the back room.
Augustus looked up, faintly freckled cheeks lifting in a grin. "Fae!" He greeted cordially, setting down the book he was reading right now— 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.
Cruz was bent over the floor, earbuds shoved in his ears while he tried to viciously scrape off the dried clay on the tile floor.
“Hi Mr. Ponticelli! How’s your morning been?”
"Excellent," he replied warmly, "And you?"
“Pretty nice.” Fae smiled. “I brought some Eclairs from the bakery, should I leave them in the back?”