Roleplay?

(okay! so, that's about 5 hours of work, which is perfect considering her other responsibilities, such as the bakery, the hospital, theater classes, and her movement for gender equality [but more on the last 3 later ;)])

Fae nodded. "Understandable. I myself am an atheist, but I have nothing against religious people, unlike a few of my classmates." She made a face. "This place is great! Thanks for showing it to me!", she brushed her wingtip against the window by accident, the cold shocking her for a moment.

"Welcome," he chuckled, "So, the flower shop next, yeah?"

Fae got up from her seat, smiling from ear to ear. "Yeah, if you think that would be alright with Mr. Ponticelli. I need to pick up some little gifts for the kids at the hospital." This is so much fun!, she thought to herself happily.

"Oh, if he gets mad, blame it on me," he grinned.

Fae grinned back, a laugh bubbling up in her chest. "Oh, I will. You can count on my excellent memory.", she said dramatically in a hilariously ominous voice. "I'll explain more on the way.", she said to him as they shrugged on their coats and headed out, thanking the man behind the cashier on the way.

Cruz held his admiring smile, trailing her path in a bit of a bubbly daze.

(freaks out and melts into a pool of aaahhhhhhhhhh)

I really should've brought my tuque, Fae thought regretfully as the frosty wind whipped her in the face. As they crossed the street, she began outlining her memorized shopping list. "My Gran is staying at the hospital right now, and I usually bring her a little gift every time I visit. There are a lot of little kids in her hallway too, and they've gotten to know me quite well over the last couple months, so I usually bring them a little something too. It cheers them up quite a bit, considering how long most of them have been cooped up." Many of them didn't have good families to go home to, some where in the hospital because of their families. Fae shook her head sadly. "They're usually so sad, despite all the wonderful nurses, so I try to help a bit, you know?" Fae hopped onto the sidewalk, secretly playing that game of 'don't step on the lines' as they strolled towards the garden emporium.

(sorry, that was awkward)

No, its fine! :3 ))

Resting his hands back in his pockets, "That's very mice of you. I don't know much people who'd want to take the time to care for people like that," he kept up with her in a confident stride, "Caring's a good habit to get into I think,"

(What's the setting for this? There is a slight possibility that I might join in soon.

Also, I've never done this type of thing before, and I'm not a good writer. I might be awful.)

(thanks!)

Fae felt a pleasant rush of warmth, as if she'd accomplished something. "Thanks!", she replied as they entered the sweet smelling flower shop, British accent showing through more than ever.

(@Chronicle, it's in Niagara falls, New York, in March just before Easter. I'm not sure what "beta tester" means, but I know for sure that you can't be that bad.

(@TopazWyrmlet~, Are you guys allowing magical characters? The fact that it's in the real world is kind of putting me off. Most of my characters are fantasy characters.

If not, that's fine!)

"Hah, you sound like August," he lightly teased, reaching for her arm again with a light hand.

(yeah, of course! Fae is magic, as will be further explained later)

Fae breathed in the heady aroma of flowers, tilting her head at Cruz. "Is that a bad thing?", she asked playfully, not really meaning it.

"Not at all," he answered, "unless you want to be single and infatuated with dirt in the prime of your life." He snickered.

Fae couldn't stand it any longer. With tears springing to her eyes, she burst out laughing, doubling over with her wings shaking with each spurt of loud laughter. Luckily, there weren't many people in the cutesy shop, but even so, the pair at the cashier shot her and Cruz strange looks. Straightening up, Fae walked to one of the tables displaying a colorful array of flowers, an extra bounce in her step. "If you find anything yellow, could you please let me know?", she asked Cruz, selecting a sweet little potted jade plant. "This one's for Valentina, she's super moody and obsessed with succulents. Her present from last month broke on the way to the hospital, and I haven't gotten her a replacement yet.", she commented to her companion.

"Haha, okay then!" He humored brightly, expression lit up by her laughter. However messy it was, it just made him feel even more happily helpless. "I'll keep my eyes peeled," he promised, looking around the colorful shop, admiring the blooms silently. Though, he didn't get too outwardly obsessed, since he did still want to keep his "manly" image. Of course.

(Cruz is killing me so much in a goooooood wayyyyyyyyyy ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Amused by this obvious show of 'manliness', Fae turned to the counter, where an assortment of lollipops had been placed along with some fruity chocolates. Their presence bemused her slightly, as they seemed very out of place, put she was pulled towards them nonetheless. She ended up picking ten, five of them for the sweet-tooth children on Floor 5 of St. Micheal's Hospital, four for some of the sugar-loving nurses, and one orange-flavored one for herself.

Cruz kept a bit of a distance, but he seemed particularly interested in a pot of blood orange lilies, whether he admitted it or not. And it was easy to see his peeking fascination with the vividly colored blooms. Oh, and secondly, largely distracted by her, and her gentle enthusiasm. It almost made his jaw hurt, how badly he wanted something to say that'd reassure his confidence. Girls've never made him feel like that before.

(aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Fae could almost feel the tension between her and Cruz. Wings tucked neatly behind her, she stepped lightly over to where Cruz was standing, studying a vase of delicate bluebells as Grace hopped out of handbag to admire some nearby orchids that mirrored her gorgeous eyes. "What do you think of these?", she asked, showing him some gorgeous yellow peonies with lacy petals.

He looked between her and the flowers, but his gaze seemed more attached to Fae. "Beautiful." He commented simply; it was… a blurred line between if he meant the flowers, or her. A slow bit of a crooked, happy smirk lifted his lips.

Fae began to heat up again, wings sharply moving in short, agitated movements. A fierce blush rose to her cheeks as she sensed the underlying message, heart beating furiously. You just met him!, she berated herself. He's FOUR YEARS older than you, Fae!. Still, a broad smile spread slowly across her face, stretching the faint smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Grace tittered and hopped onto her shoulder, playing with a strand of loose pink hair.

"Anyhow. We should go check out." He commented in a smooth tone, tilting his head.

"Yeah.", Fae agreed, not letting the tremor slip into her voice this time. "Are you going to buy those lilies?', she asked, nodding towards the orange blooms.

He glanced back towards them, inhaling, "Nah… I'd probably end up killing them anyways,"

They walked in silence towards the cashier, where Macha paid for her items, opening a lollipop for herself and sucking on its smooth, sugared surface as they stepped back outside.

He hooked his arm around hers, "Back to the clay shack?" He asked, chocolate eyes flickering to her for direction.

"Yup.", she replied, secretly loving the feel of his arm against hers.. To break the tension, she said "Maybe we can make Mr. Ponticelli a statue of his beloved mud-wife?"