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"Hmm, ok, I'll buy those items when I have time. Do you have any where recommended to buy from?" It would be more convenient and trust-worthy to buy from reference of others. She smiled sheepishly at the question of why she brought the milk of all thing.
"Oh, I just feel drinking milk today. I mean, today isn't too hot for lemonade or too cold for hot chocolate and stuff." Twisting of the cap of the water bottle, she pour the white milky liquid into the cup-like cap, taking a sip. "There isn't any special reason about it, just a matter of preference. Well, if you don't count that drinking milk makes one big and strong! Don't you think so?"
Even though she hadn't seen herself growing in these years, but there was still that hope that she would grow somehow taller or grow somewhere. However, it may have been all contributed to growing her hair.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2018 4:24 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2018 2:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2018 4:33 am
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Alexus hadn’t actually needed to ask whether Alva created each painting, the evidence had been right there in front of him. It wasn’t like he thought her an illegal arts dealer, though possibly a connoisseur and collecter should she see fit and have the funds. Rather, he had been attempting to open a conversation on the matter, never having been the artsy type himself; and so, in trying to engage himself, he took a moment to mow over the fighter’s retort. He imagined the language was figurative, that what she meant was the hobby added a sense of life to the purer palettes of her home. He could be wrong, though, intrigued just the same by her choice of words. Pocketing the inquiry as not to hold them up, the once mortal released a gentle hum to show he was being attentive, satisfied with her answer. Art was supposed to be enriching to a person, much like classical music, but his talents had been directed towards acting and modeling- in his child years, anyway. Since he had eternity now, he may as well see into educating himself.
That was passed them now, Alexus lifting one brow as Alva confessed to not eating since the day before. Even being someone who needed virtually nothing now, he still recognized how ridiculous it was that she could look something so important over; he hadn’t forgotten that part of being mortal- loved his coffees and Italian, afterall. With a wiry smile, he shook his head, having to -upon seeing her graze her lips- keep his mind from taking a sudden dive before a proper reply could be made. ”Well, we’ll have to do something about that. So long as you're okay with Chinese?” The reaper was feeling it himself, an old aspect of his personality rising as he snickered under his breath. At his sudden dip into the gutter, he was tempted to tease about what she might’ve been looking to fill herself with, seeing as this hadn’t come up until he’d arrived at her home. Alas, he couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud. It was too late for other things, however; the man’s mind was back in usual places, though playing those out would have to wait for her bed.
Clearing his throat and scuffing one heel off the curb, the Italian bred male mentally sighed his relief at knowing Alva was willing to ditch her shift today. Working weekends had always been his least favorite, though he told himself her specific case let her be around at least some fun and action. ”Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” He hummed back, glancing for traffic before roaming across the next street or two. Unlike some people he knew, Alex was not a man of comfortable silences. He was well versed in small talk and knew how to navigate a conversation, or take it deeper when necessary. He kept a light back and forth where he could, mostly about what type of characters Alva delt with at work, even -half- jokingly trying to talk her into letting him come in during one of her shifts to have ‘fun’ with her...wherever, probably the bathroom or out back. The old Alexus sometimes came and went, along with his grasp on humanity, but today it seemed to be there and he was having fun, if only by himself.
Dropping the joke once they arrived, Alexus stepped inside behind the more experinced immortal and got the attention of a passing waiter. He was quick about getting them a table- a booth at his request, and he quietly thanked them as he sat across from his companion. He was also quick about his drink, ordering sake for himself before the man could so much as place the menus on the table. Lifting his hand to delay the other male for a moment longer, he then turned to the silvertte, incase the employee had figured the drink was for them both. ”Will you be having something different, Beautiful?” He’d ask, waiting to put the order in for her before allowing the waiter to go. Once that was done, he’d flip his menu open, only then considering that he had behaved more like he was somewhere...high end. Alexus chuckled to himself. ”So, tell me. What did you mean earlier when you said your art makes things less quiet?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 12:54 am
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Location:Home ♚ Company: Alex ♚ Money: $1000 ♚ Attire: [ Casual] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
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Truthfully it was a bit embarrassing, but Alva was so used to certain situations that it had become easy to overlook a number of obvious factors. Alva's lack of care for self had led to a small lapses in care for things she might have still needed to survive though she needed them on lesser levels than a normal person. She still felt hunger. Her eyes drifted to him, as blank as ever, as he mentioned something about Chinese food and the silver-haired simulacrum nodded her head in confirmation. Alva liked all types of food, as through her life she often lived in other cultures and so grew used to eating within them. It had been awhile, but she was down for it.
He did seem happy that Alva was willing to skip work in order to spend time with him, which was alright. The bar didn't really penalize as long as someone showed up and she was far from the only bartender there though who Alva was remained a mystery to her co-wokers since none of them saw her the same. She participated in the small talk, not dead enough to forget the need for it yet though she had lost a lot of herself in her many deaths. It had been so long since she reset...
Focusing on the conversation she answered questions and returned even when it came to her work. Alva made it clear that Alex wouldn't be the only one trying to get into her pants. Alva's job often brought her face to face with people who needed a getaway, or that her powers were always active around others so it often brought in people who over-payed hoping to spend more time talking to their desire, or simply hit on her despite her working. It was a subtle reminder of just what Alex was talking to. She in turn asked him about his clothes shopping and things like movies, small casual conversation. She avoided asking about his home life...it was none of her business.
Once they arrived she stepped out calmly and followed inside to take a seat across from her companion. His mannerisms were charming, treating this like a much finer experience than it was and not hesitating to complement her again. She did off a faint smile once again before choosing to order a bit of green tea, not quite in the mood for alcohol. She also probably had a better selection at home of rare, hard to find, and stronger drinks at her bar. They could indulge later.
She opened the menu to look things over, silver eyes darting up as he asked his question. She nodded "They're stories. Every image is a moment, whether true or untrue that constantly plays itself out." a bit odd to say, and she wasn't quite saying something along the lines of a common idiom "They speak to me as they would a first time viewer, different than what I imagine as I painted them." it sounded a bit weird, but Alva believed that paintings took on lives in and of themselves.
She was clearly meaning they kept the creature company, and spoke to her...not in a crazy way. Her palette was muted but the white was appropriate, still the paintings added something different to a life that kept on, and perhaps it was a lonely one most of the time. Alex had eternity just as she did, though he was not alone..he might have understood the greater meaning still.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 6:58 am
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Alexus got his confirmation and knew the way, even if the downtown area was a swap from his usual scene. Him going there for anything, even when regularly visiting the bars and clubs, was a prince sneaking out of the palace kinda thing. There was also Micky C’s he would stop by on occasion, mostly in defiance of any healthy food his spouse so desperately wanted him to include in his diet. Those vegetables would never touch these beautiful lips! Glad for the company all the same, Alexus kept pace with his friend and laughed ar her current insinuation. So she was fine with him coming down there, but he would have competition! He didn’t mind that, it made sense once she reminded him how her abilities worked. He didn’t care what other attention she got- she still fooled around with him on his schedule, no matter who she was indulging at her job; he was simply interested in whether she would screw around on the clock. Would she care if she got fired over something like that? Alexus would compete just for the fun of it, and for the perk of semi-public fun- if he could get that far.
When Alva began to return simple questions of her own, the reaper shared his easy-going replies. He had always liked to shop for himself and his spouse, given he had a decent sense of style. One might think letting him shop for someone else was a wish to be scantily clad, but this just wasn’t true. He was tasteful, preferring above all else, that most his wife’s attire was form fitting- that was it. So, he typically went for conforming, but not tight, clothing. The rest was fairly modest, as he went easy on high hems and low cut tops, and was -again- tasteful in all other aspects. On a personal basis, he liked shopping for suits- thus, looser, more casual outfits like the one he had on were outliers. He liked these too, though, and favored wearing whites, blacks, golds, and reds. A simple man, although a high priced one. As for movies, he was narrow in his interests, but open minded. He was a buff in the romance genre, mostly, along with horror; it made sense as a horror author and a lover of soap operas. Oddly enough, people were always surpised when he claimed to adore ‘Mama Mia.’
They knew a little about each other now, and that was good. Alexus felt good about sitting down with the creation, opting for a drink that would chase away his thoughts of home. He wanted to loosen up more, was all, now that he felt he could be comfortable with Alva. As the waiter disappeared, he curled his fingers on the current page of his menu before holding it shut, instead staying fully engaged with the female. With several nods throughout her statements, he expressed full identification to her expressions. ”That’s how I feel about books. But with art, I always believed it was an exact brush-to-canvas transfer of what the artist imagined; I never thought it could evolve before it was done. How does that work for you, does the process differ depending on whether you paint from memory or imagination?” Asked the male, gesturing a few times for his counterpart to continue looking at her own menu. He’d viewed the selection online prior to texting Alva and knew what he wanted, but as for her, she would need to be ready for the waiter’s return.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 9:48 am
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Location:Home ♚ Company: Alex ♚ Money: $1000 ♚ Attire: [ Casual] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
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Alva didn't really seem too surprised even as he expressed his joy at the possibility of competition. Alva did say she didn't mind, as it was a normal occurrence for her for men and women to try and lay with someone who exemplified every part of their desires. Now whether she would do it was a different question, especially when the last thing she wanted was to get fired. She'd likely have to do something like that when she could get someone to mind the bar if it ever reached that point, lest the patrons grow frustrated. Alva did not mind indulging in one of the few pleasures she still had, but she wasn't exactly the type to shirk duty unless there was a real reason...like a lazy Sunday.
His choices of movies made sense from what she knew about him, so even there she didn't emote much in the way of shock, but only interest. It was actually interesting to get to know Alex where before their was very little information, but then again this is the first time it mattered in particular in order to prevent silences. It felt nice however as the creation wasn't opposed to at least bridging that small gap for the sake of normalcy.
Alva continued to scan the menu's with her silver eyes, eventually deciding on a familiar dish of zhájiàngmiàn which was just noodles with a nice sauce. It was hard to mess up. She closed the menu, giving her attention to her companion as he commented on how her words were familiar with the way he viewed books which made since being an author himself. She looked off to the side a little bit to go over ways to explain it before turning back to him "Painting from ones imagination is to try to paint a image that never stays in place. An image that evolves with the mood, or drastically changes with even the slightest difference in situation. When painting from a mental image an artist has to be prepared to make an alteration in order to capture it in that moment, or include what they feel but its never the same as what they envisioned initially...that would be boring." she said, or at least this is how she worked, but most artists she knew were somewhat like that.
Alva thought for a moment "'Even if I were to paint you, looking at you the image that came out would tell a different story to a singular pose because of how I possibly view you at a moments notice. The instinct takes control." she nodded "I assume its somewhat similar to writing? Do your stories not change over time based on your perception?" she asked curiously to keep the conversation going. She knew what she wanted, so there was no reason to take those solid silvers off of the reaper.
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"...I'll take all the pain for you. Now and until the end. "
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 12:10 am
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Alexus did begin to think he’d have his work cut out for him one way or the other. This all had started from a straightforward offer- he wanted sex and she was fine with that. When it came to flirting, Alva had probably heard it all, meaning sweet nothings were true to their name. He was only in it for sport, not at all motivated by Alva’s looks or relation to him; still, it made him wonder what he himself was projecting onto the blank canvas. His vision of the perfect partner already existed in his wife: He loved her teal hair and how long it was, loved sweeping it through his fingers and catching her scent when he roved the air-light tendrils across his lips. In consideration of the foregoing, Alva was not the splitting image of Rylee. Could her, would her powers work in terms of personality? What he was looking for outside their marriage had everything to do with the disconnects in their character- their communication- that and the lack of physical intimacy. Alex wasn’t sure what to think, choosing to dismiss that much to calculate his chances of catching Alva on a slow enough Sunday to exploit his own vices.
They let that subject go and, moving forward, the reaper was invested in learning something about the androgynous creation. She was able to finalize her order and close her menu before getting back to him, seeming thoughtful about her response in advance. Alexus crossed one arm over his chest, using it to support his elbow where as his hand cupped his chin and cheek. Outside of what school required, Alex had never attempted her form of art; in first grade, the object he was to paint was poised in front of the room, no imagination or guesswork required. That had been a long time ago, besides. To think painting directly from a scene could be altered by mood- he had trouble imagining. ”Boring?” He’d parrot almost blankly. One finger tapping the lobe of his ear. While she paused to think, Alexus collected the menus and laid them at the end of the table for collection as well as a sign they were ready to order. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his ankles and slightly pursing his lips in reflective thought. The same even applied to portraits, it seemed, and he sparked some idea whether accurate or not.
Was writing not the same? ”I’m compelled to think writing has less liberty.” Alexus began slowly, ruminating over it while the waiter returned with their drinks. He offered his thanks once again, and then an ecstatic compliment of the man’s silver watch, holding forward the two menus as they engaged in a brief exchange. Pausing to get Alva’s order, Alex briefened the talk to ensure he gave both items to be written down- a zhajiangmian bowl and a pork adobo bowl, and let the working man go a second time. He offered to fill the immortal’s glass for her as he finally continued. ”Writing has a lot of rules- as I’m sure painting does. But, you don’t start a book with the actual writing. The words might’ve had a chance to flow that way, but-” Alex didn’t want her to burn herself, and was vaguely aware it was culturally expected to pour the drinks of those at the table- before oneself, or not oneself at all? It was his goal to do that just the same, afterwards inspecting his choko glass and filling it.
”Professionally, you begin by writing the outline of the book. Things in the book may change at that stage, before you’ve even begun to write it. You’d put a lot of time and attention to syntax and structure, research, referencing other works, editing, drafting, use of subversion and avoiding writing phopas. That’s hardly creative at all, those things have to be built on fact.” Again he paused, this time to sip his drink and run his gaze over the name written on the tokkuri. ”You may not even begin writing at the literal beginning of the book, and may jump around quite often. If emotion influences the writing, it’s ideal to use that to empower an excerpt that looks to convey that emotion. It’s definitely a yes and no answer depending on how you look at it. MM, but the point is that the work continually evolves, no? Then, it does.” It would seem, at the very core of each individual art, that they were the same thing in different forms. Alex loved that, that the creative medium of expression could vary so drastically yet use the same essential skills in their unique execution. It was certainly insightful.
Pushing his hair back, Alex thought back to the canvases he had observed while at the bartender’s home. If art was a story, then he respected that. He offered the female a taste of his drink, seeing as he was given two glasses and a third of a bottle to finish on his own. At least he would be feeling a buzz by the time they left, even if it was cheap. ”Have any of your projects become renowned? You aren’t a novice from what I’ve seen, so I don’t think this is something you’ve stumbled on recently.” He asked, looking up and smiling as their food was served to them. Oh good, they were quite timely here. They still had time before it was dark out, but sitting inside an area filled with sizzling food, banging pots and pans and muffled chatter wasn’t his image of a morning well spent one on one with another. He’d rather get to someplace quiet, and private. He would have asked for the VIP area, but name dropping here likely wouldn’t be effective, and he hadn’t thought it’d be necessary at the time of making plans. Bypassing that, he quietly dug in while looking at Alva, allowing her to choose when she’d like to speak next.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 4:21 am
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Location:Home ♚ Company: Alex ♚ Money: $1000 ♚ Attire: [ Casual] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
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Alva's power was only to speak to the lust of a person, not the love of one. She wouldn't take on the qualities of someone some already loved unless the two were squarely tied. Based on the way Alexus spoke of her he only needed her to bear the countenance of a female form for him to get what he needed and nothing more. He wasn't looking for much else, and so while her body did change somewhat to fit in that view Alva's change was meant to satisfy desire, for others perhaps it would be more drastic though Alva herself did not know. Alva remained squarely within their reality, while they shifted others around them.
The Simulacrum nodded her head "A static result. It leads to lack of excitement and is little more than an exorcise." she clarified her position on it, though it wasn't the most interesting of points. Admittedly, she never took time to write either so she knew little of how his field worked, but she believed that all of forms of art had unifying concepts behind them in order to unite those who worked within these fields in some manner of understanding. They did have to divert attention as the waiter returned with their drinks.
Alva watched the small exchange with interest to see how the man's personality interested with others. She gave her order and on offer to pour her drink she did indeed move her cup, though she wasn't sure if the waiter saw Alva the same as Alex did, for all she knew he saw this as a dinner between two males. With that exchange He began to explain it to her and while it did sound like it had a static degree, it was clear things changed in the process the same.
She listened intently out of interest, taking time to sip at her tea gently though there wasn't even a jump from heat. Her lack of ability to feel pain, demonstrated by the burning of her arm at the party was still in full force. It garnered no reaction from her where as others sought to be careful, she simply savored the taste that came after a blank period. He eventually came to the conclusion that the works did manage to evolve even if there was a more rigid process should the writer adhere to those.
Indeed, at the core of the arts they all shared a foundation among other things that connected them. Alva did adjust her hair a bit, using a hair tie to keep those long, shiny locks away from her drink, putting it in a pony tail to make sure it did not drift near. She even accepted the ability to taste his drink figuring it would be rude not to help him finish such a thing.
Still, she wondered if Alex liked placed like this? He seemed to be of richer stalk where as Alva was fine in lower station. She didn't dare ask it in case he wanted to keep his focus on other conversation, but the way he carried himself was far more than typically observed. She looked down into her tea as he asked if her work ever became renowned. She thought for a moment "Under different names, in different lives." she stated "My....a friend was a renowned painter. She was greatly skilled so most of my work as Alva had been in service to her. I'd never dare put my name on them." she admitted. There was a pang of sadness in her voice, but she did not let it linger.
Their food arrived well enough and she took in the scent before offering a silent prayer over it. Her thought filled with more than their scenery, but she refrained from uttering her prayers out loud as well. Once she was done she tried to think of something else "What about you? How did you stumble across your love of writing and...clothing?" she was unsure, but he did seem to bear some knowledge of fashion so perhaps it was an interest.
She began to eat, no hesitation even with the heat though she ate rather elegantly, silver eyes occasionally focused upon the reaper.
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"...I'll take all the pain for you. Now and until the end. "
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 11:25 pm
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Alex could be relieved in that respect- his love for his significant other was genuine, he wasnt hiding some ultimate fantasy of some perfect woman that wasnt her. Being with these other people, he was addicted to the carnal side of things. He felt guilty for what he was doing, but could anyone at all understand how out of control of it he was? That he literally could not help himself- be it mentally, or if it pertained to what he did to himself, or watched on the computer; and even with a five year streak, that monogamy had been a ticking time bomb for him? He doubted anyone would believe or accept the possibility that his behavior was the result of a condition, not an excuse for it. He wondered if, at this point, he refused to seek help because he didn’t want it, or because he felt it was pointless. Surely, this would be the last time his wife would put up with this, no matter how sorry he was. So SHOULD he bother? He couldnt stop wanting, needing, he-...needed a drink.
Rubbing one hand down his face, Alexus brushed off these spurts of thought with little more than a blink. He grunted in reaponse to the silverette, nodding, but knew he couldn’t relate on that one thing. He only wished he could write exactly what was in his head the first time he thought it, but most times it scrolled through his thoughts like text on a teleprompter and was gone in the same way. That was the reason Rylee knew not to bother him during his time in the office, he needed to center himself enough to flow. ”It’s a very fluid venture, from the sounds of it.” He’d comment, content not to let it blend into the bigger discussion. He liked knowing how she felt about the nuances of her hobbies, but not to the extent of picking at every detail. With access to his drink, his first small glass was finished before his food had landed before him. He was telling himself, on the second glass now, that he could leave his unpleasant thoughts behind now.
Alva helped him out with that, and now the subject was on her again. They had a good rhythum going, things felt as natural as they could be for the fact he shouldnt otherwise be with the artist. This didn’t qualify exactly, but the reaper had never maintained a platonic friend, almost, in his entire life. He...liked this. However, there was no way at all he could miss how her sentence trailed off, then changed as he shared his drink. His gaze searched her face briefly before he traded his cup for his fork. He knew when not to dig for dirt, he was no stranger to painful memories, things one could possibly desire to leave in the dark. ”Ah, I see. Your talent has certainly blown me away” He interjected gently, sensitive not to risk an uncomfortable silence in what might’ve been a vulnerable moment for the immortal woman. Though why she would never dare, he disagreed. It sounded like she had every right; however, he knew nothing and had no place to say.
Wiping around his mouth with a napkin, Alex was expecting something should return to him in terms of this back and forth. He chuckled at her slight pause, raising both brows and, with a flick of his hair, having to admit he did love clothing as she observed. ”I was a model and actor as a child, I acquired a taste for all the nice things I wore. As for writing...” This was a deeper answer, or at least s more detailed one. He thought far back, feeling a pang simultaneously in his memory and the confines of his chest as the response became clear. Clearing his throat, the author leaned away from his plate, drumming the ends of his fingers together. ”I always liked writing. My parents have coloring pages I wrote stories for as a toddler- of course, they’re all illegible.” Alex smiled sloppily, but it was only half there. His family were good, supportive people, he just wished those times would have lasted like the innocence of that now half living passion of his.
”I got serious about it around the time I was twelve. I was going through something I really struggled with so...Writing was the one thing that I found solace in during that time of my life.” He felt Alva would be too polite to ask what, that they weren't close enough to discuss it; he didn't expect to continue from there, ending that talk with a flick of the wrist. He would switch to drinking for now, occasionally eyeing his food while letting it cool. Alexus wouldnt slow until he’d feel a buzz, at which point he began addressing his food again. He didnt act in a way to draw attention to it, deliberately focusing on his company rather than the finer details of the bad memories that haunted him well into adulthood- even if he hadn’t realized it. Alexus tried thinking of the next thing to ask, catching the waiter when he could and requesting the bill. He would have that taken care of while the conversation wrapped up. ”What else are you into, Gorgeous?”
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2018 4:18 pm
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Location:Home ♚ Company: Alex ♚ Money: $1000 ♚ Attire: [ Casual] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
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Alva nodded her head "It can be, but people always have different experiences." she said not wanting to drag that particular thing out or make him feel off if he was the type to want a simple one to one experience with his writing. It was a simple thing anyway, a simple conversation about their respective fields or rather a hobby in Alva's case. She didn't take much pride in being a bartender, but she was a good one and she got to help people in a very small way.
She might have been cheating of course with her power to appeal to the desires of others. It was nothing she could really help of course and a natural part of her physiology, but it did give her a tiny edge.
Alva focused on their food continuing their conversations. It was peaceful, simple as opposed to previous interaction. Alva had almost forgotten what it was like to have someone to speak with, to enjoy a simple conversation with no expectations. It felt strange to have someone actually asking about them, as if they were more than a doll....a illusory as it might be. He even paid her complement for her painting ability "Thank you." she said calmly finishing up her own meal, happy to finally have something to eat.
He was of course good enough to tell her about how he got into what he did. So he was a model and actor as a kid? It did explain his mannerisms which were interesting. She couldn't really picture it herself as she had never experienced what it was like to be a child. She was born as she was, made as she was. However she did note his pause as well, a similar event to her own. She listened, silver eyes locked upon him with little emotion on her face. It sounded nice, though there was something he didn't seem to be saying much.
It was no her right to pry, just as he did not into her own life. She nodded "Well, it is always good to take solace in something. Writing is as noble an aspiration as anything else." she said leaning back a bit. There was no more food and drink for Alva at this point, she felt less weak now. It really was weird to forget to eat, but that was just where she was at.
She remained a bit quiet so he could request the bill. She seemed to look down at the table, not to make it awkward, but in thought until he directed another question to her. The false being looked up and nodded "I...tend to plants." she admitted. She loved plants, and had it been an option she'd have likely worked at a flower shop, but a spot as a bartender is the best she could find for her nature.
She couldn't cast off her desire to take care of things, and plants were the best option. She learned from a good person so her connection to them was deep...she did her best to keep them alive.
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"...I'll take all the pain for you. Now and until the end. "
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