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lawless lolita
Mikaela
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Interacting With
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sad fairy
boyfriend jom
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Current Location
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broom closet
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Notes
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pls no cry bb darling.
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Stuff
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none
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Mikaela felt helpless. Had he ever felt this heartbroken before? He wasn't sure, but for some reason to see his friend in this state seemed to hurt him more than seeing anyone that was just as broken in his past attempts to comfort others. He cradled the boy in his arms, heaving a sigh and beginning to breathe alongside him, mimicking the tempo that he had hoped to create for the fairy. The two sat in silence like this for a bit, though Mikaela hadn't minded. The one thing he did mind was Jonathan's apologies. What was he apologizing for?? There was nothing to be sorry about.. "It's okay, don't apologize.." The witch boy mumbled softly to the other, not really sure what he was sorry for in the first place. It was then, only after another few moments of silence, that Mikaela knew that he would have sat there for as long as it wold have taken for the other boy to compose himself once more. Though, it didn't seem to take too much longer as Jon lifted his head from its resting place in its knees, staring up at him.
Mika let out a small sigh, giving the boy a comforting smile in the dark. "No, no, Jon.. You're not a loser. I could never think of you as a loser.." He chuckled softly, amused that this was what the boy was worried about at the moment. It was so like him. "In fact, I think you're one of the toughest, coolest people I've met! It.. It takes a lot to cry in front of someone, you know? And even so, it doesn't make you weak. People cry! I cry. It happens." His attempts to soothe the boy came out rather rushed, though they were compassionate nonetheless. And, even in the dark, the desire to make the boy feel safe and comfortable shone through in his words and actions.
Mika let out a small sigh, giving the boy a comforting smile in the dark. "No, no, Jon.. You're not a loser. I could never think of you as a loser.." He chuckled softly, amused that this was what the boy was worried about at the moment. It was so like him. "In fact, I think you're one of the toughest, coolest people I've met! It.. It takes a lot to cry in front of someone, you know? And even so, it doesn't make you weak. People cry! I cry. It happens." His attempts to soothe the boy came out rather rushed, though they were compassionate nonetheless. And, even in the dark, the desire to make the boy feel safe and comfortable shone through in his words and actions.
Nevore huffed. "I'm sure that Wayne has great capabilities.. But for now I'd like to work on getting things off the ground here, thank you very much.." He mumbled, chomping away at his pear. This was true. He would easily bring models onto the scene, as he wished to keep his online personality growing, but Wayne showed more potential as an.. Assistant! Something along those lines. He couldn't have someone possibly trying to backseat-manage just yet.. Soon, maybe. This, however, contradicted what he told Mistral completely. He was still steamed, and simply couldn't help but to desire to throw as many verbal daggers as he could, be it at whoever. While Omen King's lighthearted attitude on the manner did make him feel just the tiniest bit amused, it was Wayne's disappointed look that brought out the slightest bit of.. What was this? Compassion? In Nevore!? Gee, he must have liked this kid quite a bit for him to actually feel bad about something..
These lovely feelings of compassion and amusement were completely erased by the likes of Mistral. Though he was stunning, his words has a sharp effect on Nevore. This caused him to forget all about the beautiful appearance that made him oh-so overjoyed to look at. His teeth gritted, and his water seemed to bubble and boil. Though, of course, it hadn't been. "You, my dear Mistral, are rather agitating." He responded in a poisonous tone accompanied by a grin. He would then make his way into the classroom, throw out the remains of his pear, take a seat in the back, and pull his sketchbook and pencil from the dark dimension. As he began to draw his problems away, Nevore decided that he had no intention of focusing on the class.
These lovely feelings of compassion and amusement were completely erased by the likes of Mistral. Though he was stunning, his words has a sharp effect on Nevore. This caused him to forget all about the beautiful appearance that made him oh-so overjoyed to look at. His teeth gritted, and his water seemed to bubble and boil. Though, of course, it hadn't been. "You, my dear Mistral, are rather agitating." He responded in a poisonous tone accompanied by a grin. He would then make his way into the classroom, throw out the remains of his pear, take a seat in the back, and pull his sketchbook and pencil from the dark dimension. As he began to draw his problems away, Nevore decided that he had no intention of focusing on the class.