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Every Ending is a Beginning

Adeline found herself a bit more interested when the other spoke up about his art. Looking at him, now knowing he was a painter, she could kind of see it from him. Nodding her head slightly to herself as she agreed he seemed to fit the atmosphere of a paint, she listed as he mentioned more specifics of his works, such as realism and impressionism "I think art is really fascinating..." she commented lightly, finding herself opening up and talking a bit more willingly with the other in conversation "I know this isn't my place to ask....but would it be alright if I saw your work some time?" she asked looking to him curiously. She would understand completely if he didn't want her to, because of who she was - that being, a depressed stranger, whom he put himself in the situation to be stuck with.
 
Calyx felt somehow flattered when the woman began to engage in the conversation. He nodded along to her commentary in acknowledgement, though he wasn't really sure how to respond, until she asked if she could see his paintings. "Oh - well - sure thing! I guess you could come along to the studio with me, assuming you don't need to be anywhere. Fair warning, though, I'm pretty slow," he said, winking playfully.
 
Adeline was relieved at the others reaction to her request of seeing his work. Somehow, part of her actually genuinely did want to see it. She did love art after all, and always thought it was amazing what people could do with just some shades and colors. It impressed her, really. Unfortunately it probably wouldn't look as though she were so impressed because of her depressed state. Nodding her head lightly, she agreed "Thats alright, I promise I won't get in your way" she said. Honestly it'd be nice to do anything that wasn't anywhere she was familiar with. She wouldn't even mind staying alone in his apartment by herself. And going to his studio would be nice because it wasn't anywhere she was familiar with. "I don't have anywhere to be really, no..." she commented. She should have gone to work today, but she'd already sent a text to a coworker to let the boss know she wasn't going. She honestly didn't think she could deal with people right now, she wouldn't be able to pretend to be nice and cheery at her job.
 
"Good, it's settled then. It's still too early for the place to open, but that means extra time to sketch," he said, sipping from his mug. Sometimes insomnia had its perks - he was rarely late to things because he never overslept. He glanced down at his clothes, trying to decide what he wouldn't care about getting dirty today. Even through a smock he always managed to get his clothes messy somehow, so he often didn't even bother.
 
She nodded a bit when decided that they would both go. She was glad that he didn't think she was so much of a burden, that he could bring her along. She would really like to be able to not only get out and go somewhere, but to be able to see his artwork. She was interested to see what his work was like, as well as be able to just let her mind escape for a bit. She helped clean up the plates again from breakfast, still not having eaten any of her oatmeal. Though she was thankful for his thoughtfulness in making it for her, however she still didn't have any sort of appetite, and so cleaned up her dishes, though she did finish her tea, finding the scent calmed her.
 
Calyx noted how the other still hadn't eaten anything. He understood not having an appetite, but nutrition was still important. He decided not to push it. If she wasn't eating by supper, he'd talk to her about it then. For now it was just sort of impolite to mention anything, especially considering the circumstances that made her lose her appetite in the first place. He cleared his throat. "Thank you for helping. Your clothes are still in the dryer if you want to wear them today, and Rose's closet is, as was yesterday, open. I'm going to change real quick." He smiled and ducked into his bedroom, looking around for clothes to wear.
 
As she finished cleaning up the plates, she nodded when he said how her clothes were probably all set in the dryer, or if she needed to, she could borrow some of his sisters clothes. Wanting to be as respectful as possible, and disturb him as least as possible, she didn't want to use her clothes if she didn't have to. When he went to change, she went to the laundry room to grab her own cloths, bringing them back to the room she stayed in and changing into them there. She sighed a bit, sitting on the bed and just looked around the room curiously, looking at some old pictures or arrangements, trying to understand and get to know Rose a bit, as much as she could.
 
Feeling too tired to go to great lengths to choose an outfit, Calyx just threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then pulling a hoodie over that. The hoodie had been white when he originally bought it, but it was now dyed with something akin to a rainbow ombre; he had gotten bored one day and happened to have watercolours to spare. He dug around in his pockets and found some loose change and a lighter. He took the wallet and key ring off of his dresser, shoving them into his pockets as well, and once again stepped out of his bedroom.


He had some supplies stashed in the laundry room, such as his sketchbook and a few pencils. He pulled out a step stool and searched the cabinets, trying to locate the supplies.
 
Rolling over onto her back, Adeline laid down on the bed as she stared up at the ceiling, thinking a bit about Rose and the type of girl she must have been. Her eyes glanced over the room as she thought to herself. She could tell Calyx cared deeply about his sister. Her room was perfectly preserved, and it looked as though she still lived in the room, and not like it had been abandoned for months. She felt partly guilty, using a room that belonged to someone so special. She had to wonder if it really was okay for her to stay here. She could tell Calyx meant what he said. He truly was an incredibly kind person. But it was because he was so kind, and he didn't mind her staying, that she felt it was even more reason for her to go. He was too nice of a person to have to deal with someone like her. At least with how she was right now.
 
After quite a bit of time searching, Calyx finally found his sketchbook buried inside tons of extra linens and random miscellaneous items. He sighed in satisfaction. It took a bit of tugging to free the book, but it came loose through not too much trouble. The jar of coloured pencils, however, flung itself dramatically from the shelf, landing with a loud crash on the laundry room floor. He scowled at the thick plastic jar, climbing down the stepstool with sketchbook in hand.


Calyx knealt down to begin to gather up the pens, frustrated that his colour-organised setup had been compromised.
 
Adeline was letting her mind wander, spacing out a bit as she just laid there on the bed, absorbed in her own thoughts of misery that seemed to overwhelm her. She was suddenly snapped out of it by the sound of a crash in the other room, and she sat up, looking towards the door. Wondering if Calyx was alright, she headed over to the other room, standing by the doorway of the laundry room as she watched the male picking up the supplies "Are you alright?" she asked, watching him for a moment before walking over and helping him pick up all the colored pencils and other supplies that had clattered to the floor in a mess.
 
He had just started to put a dent in picking up his supplies when Adeline came in. He blushed when she asked if he was okay, embarrassed that he had spilled them in the first place. "Yes, I'm alright. Thank you," Cal said, still flustered by his mistake. He hastily shoved the last of the contents into the jar, suddenly not caring about their colour order. He stood and brushed off his pants.
 
She nodded lightly at his response, glad he hadn't hurt himself. Before she had even realized it, she had found herself caring about the man more than she thought she could care for anyone during her depression. She was so emotionless and careless before - and though she still felt that way, she actually cared about someone, where before she didn't. That must mean something, right? She pondered this though as she helped the other clean his supplies up, before getting up as well "Are you heading to work now?" she asked, wondering when he would be leaving. She didn't want to get in his way too much.
 

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