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 Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 2:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 3:43 pm
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Rastin hadn't noticed Amonee, he was far too focused on the plants around him. He'd been through this path a few days before and found a bush of wild berries that were perfect for making jam, but he hadn't brought something to carrying them home in. This time he'd brought an empty mason jar, one he had saved from the last Bloodfest, and was searching for more berries to fill it with.
However, Amonee's approach almost had him spilling the jar.
"Dear God, you almost gave me a heart attack!" He exclaimed, taking a sharp breath in and clutching the jar. It was rare for him to encounter another troll out here, and he really only sought out Sephos, so his nerves were easily disrupted. However, after giving the other boy a once over, Amonee didn't look like trouble. He cleared his throat.
"Lovely to meet you, Amonee. I'm Rastin Morden." He replied, before looking down to his cloak and back up again. "Er, I wish I could say that I made it myself, but I had it custom made for me at a store in the city. I'm not sure of exactly where the shop is off the top of my head, but I believe I have their card... Somewhere."
He paused, tapping the pocket of his cloak lightly and glancing down, again, to Amonee's feet. Flowers on shoes? His eyebrows raised.
"A similar question for you. Where did you get your shoes? They're quite nice." He said.
Yamashii No worries! I understand! o wo <3
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 10:38 pm
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Rastin's expression drifted to a gentler, more thoughtful tone. He'd never thought of adding adornments to his clothes before, and those shoes were rather lovely... He shelved the idea of a shopping trip for now. He had more important things around the home to tend to.
"In my hair? Surely not." He replied, lifting a hand to ruffle the ends of his hair. "... Although, I must say that your craftsmanship is splendid. Where did you learn to make these flowers? How long do they take?"
It was rare that Rastin found it within himself to chat, espescially with strangers, but Amonee seemed tolerable enough. In fact, when the jadeblood insisted upon the flowers, Rastin felt himself resigning instead of stiffing against it. He'd never admit it, but he was a tad curious. He folded his arms.
"On second thought, perhaps a soft blue?" He said, his cheeks taking on a subtle, lavender hue. "... I'm not really a fan of yellow. I think it would clash with me, to be quite honest."
Yamashii I'm sorry for taking so long to reply! Sometimes Rastin's muse likes to hide under a rock and pretend not to exist for a while. e we;
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 6:05 pm
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 7:51 pm
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Oh lord, he was being touched. Rastin's eyes widened sharply and his body tensed, but he couldn't bring himself to tear his hands away. As a child, an invasion of space like this would have sent him flying into a rage and had him running for the hills. However, now that he was older, supposedly wiser, and more mature, he'd figured out that such theatrics weren't necessary. They were also very, very, tiring and hard to do when you wore a robe that covered your feet half the time. He breathed, wiggled his hands a little, and gulped.
"A wreath sounds much too fancy, perhaps something less intricate?" He suggested, desperately trying to avoid making eye-contact. Why was Amonee looking at him like that? Was this really that exciting? Everything about this was starting to fill him with anxiety. "Ah-and, could you, perhaps, relinquish my hands? Please?"
Yamashii Rastin's like "Please eject my soul from my body"
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 4:32 pm
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Rastin's eyes widened sharply. Oh, really? Was that what he was supposed to be? He clenched his jaw. He had half a mind to protest and inform this, otherwise well-meaning and obviously sweet troll that, he was, in fact, nothing like the other purplebloods out there. Or, at least not like the ones that Amonee had seen. He only took what he needed, barely owned anything fancy, and certainly didn't go flaunting himself around... However, that wasn't really how things worked in this society, was it? He was purple and, with that, came assumptions like anyone else. He couldn't be angry with Amonee for that. He sighed.
"I'll be honest with you, as you aren't as bothersome as you think you've been." He began, folding his arms loosely against himself. "Though I am a highblood, I am not as... Inclined to the lifestyles that most choose. I live fairly simply, on my own with my lusus, and choose to make as little of a fuss over how I look as possible. I understand that this is all a matter of assumptions and there is little I can do to change that perception, but I hope you'll understand that not everyone wants to be beautiful or dazzling. Some of us truly wish not to stand out as much as possible."
With that explained, the purpleblood blushed and looked off toward the bushes. Yes, it was rare to find someone with similar interests. To get so excited about that, though... He'd only ever experienced that with one other person, and even that wasn't something he'd call exciting. He cleared his throat and tapped the jar.
"No need to make anything up to me, please." He said, firmly shaking his head. "I was out gathering berries for jam. I... Enjoy making my own spreads and pastry fillings in my spare time. It also keeps me from having to make endless trips to the store. I'm not much of an avid shopper."
He looked down to the jar and, after brief consideration, offered Amonee an awkward smile.
"Perhaps you would like to join me?" He asked, hesitantly.
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