“You’re on.”, she grinned back, forgetting that she didn’t actually know where his room was.
Roleplay?
He began off in a run.
Fae sprinted after him, realizing she had no idea where his room actually was.
He turned quickly behind a door and shut it behind himself, laughing brightly.
Fae thumped on the door, laughing, her sides heaving. "Cruz! pant Let me in! You win–pant– fine!"
He finally opened the door, his face near as red as tomatoes with laughter when he let her in.
Fae, who had been leaning against the door, tumbled in when he opened it, doubling over in a fit of giggles.
He made sure to catch her, "You suck at races," he laughed and laughed.
Cruz caught her, and she gasped, giggling, as his finger poked her stomach, tickling her.
(Fae is so incredibly ticklish you wouldn't believe)
Ohhh yes )
He let her go to steady herself, and he shut the door behind them. His room was colors a warm slate grey, black curtains shutting out the outdoors. A tall, single lamp lit up his room, largely bare except for his bed, a desk and stool, a shelf with some trinkets and his two guitars.
Fae leaned against the closed door, eyes passing over the items in the room. A tiny twinge of fear prickled in her stomach. It's his room Fae, so what?!
Cruz traipsed casually to his desk, pulling out the antennae of an obviously old radio, turning it on and flipping through the stations.
Fae came over, fingers trailing across his desk. The static of the raidio was the only noise in the rrom. "I am never racing you again.", she joked, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Smart choice," he replied back softly, settling with a cheesy country station since all the others were flawed with static.
Fae indicated to one of his guitars. "Could you teach me?"
"Choose one," he allowed, pulling the stool from his desk to the foot of his bed.
Fae picked the one on the right, handing it to Cruz with a wide smile.
"Electric?" He squinted at her with a challenging smile. "You sure?"
She raised a teasing eyebrow. "You think I can't do it?", she quiped back jokingly.
"Well, honestly," he shrugged, "No,"
Fae huffed, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "Try me." She hopped up on the bed.
"I will." He smirked, handing her the intrument and plugging it in.
Fae pushed down on the strings, testing out each note and comparing them to the notes of her clarinet. Grinning at Cruz, she played a slightly clumsy McDonalds theme sone.
*song
He squinted at her, saying with a stereotypical emo teenager accent, "Stop trying to Americanize me,"
Sabine waited for Macha at the other end of the fair. She grinned. Beat ya She thought to herself.
Fae giggled, playing a few scales so that she could figure out where all the notes where. After a few minutes, she had figured out a bit of the Harry Potter theme song.
Macha shot above the festival, flapping her huge wings.
Cruz sat on the floor against the wall, watching her with his lopsided smile.
Fae could feel Cruz watching her, and she raised her head a bit to smile at him. “How’m’I doing?”, she asked, playing another scale, slowly.
"Eh, good, for an amateur." He teased, picking bits of dandruff from his hair.