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 Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 5:15 pm
Tea was an art. Some students found it difficult to see and to believe, even when the differences was laid plainly in front of them. But TK couldn’t fault them for it. People could never see anything, not even himself. No matter how much he wished it to be true, not even someone as keen and detail-hungry as he was could catch everything. Information, memories, faces would always slip through the cracks of his mind. But he would worry and fret about it later. Now was a time for him to unwind with a nice, fresh cup of tea.
TK leaned into his chair, the door of his dorm wide open to invite any other undead who wanted a break from schoolwork or anything else. He brought the porcelain cup to his lips, but paused to take in its fragrance. It was only the best green tea, a wonderful shade of dark green. The skeleton took a deep breath before sipping his drink. A faint smile on his lips, he set the cup on his plate and also placed that on the table. He took a moment to stare at the paintings hanging in his room, and then slowly drifted his gaze to the door.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 12:59 am
Olivia was one of those not well versed in the art of tea, or any food forms for that matter. She was one of those types of undead who didn't often indulge in consumption of edibles on a more 'normal' basis, just on social occasions really. Given the circumstances. So, the allure of the (possible) aroma wasn't what brought her around.
It was simply, as most encounters, an act of random happenstance.
Between classes and mild attention towards her homework, Olivia just sort of wandered. Aimless in sorts, or to various parts of campus which were her favorites to watch the student body go about their days. Of course there were the times to meet up with friends but today was one without much purpose, sending the undead ghoul through the halls of the Undead Dorms. Floor by floor, a little skip in her step, a swish in her layers of skirts and a hum.
Within time, she found that open door and curious peeked inside to the contents it would possibly possess. And what she found was a tea drinking boil, sitting alone and staring at the walls. There was no offered greeting, no words from her mouth but simply a good long stare with a curious smile.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 8:05 pm
Unlike most of his family, consuming food and drink was not a compulsive need. He was the black sheep of sorts in that manner, he had a completely different hunger altogether, but that never stopped the skeleton from enjoying a warm cup of tea. He let the metal spoon clang against the porcelain cup, decorated with intricate blossoms against its white, shiny surface. The aroma wafted through the air, filling the room with a pleasant scent. Sometimes, TK would close his eyes and inhale deeply before he resumed reading his text, one hand holding the small book and the other propped on the table and pressing against his cheek.
It wasn’t long before the undead RA felt a pair of eyes staring at him. Slowly, his eyes rose to meet Olivia’s curious smile. He said nothing at first, but eventually his lips pulled into a thin, polite smile. “Hello,” he greeted. TK attempted to conjure a name to the ghoul’s face, but found it difficult to sift through the list of names and faces in his brain. “Do you need something?” he asked innocently, his voice soft as he set the book down on the table. “Is there anything I could help you with?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 12:07 am
Olivia continued to watch all while not saying a word. Just stood there in the doorway with a hand lightly holding onto the frame. She would have easily been content to stay there, unmoving and observing this particular ritual of drinking tea. It wasn't new really, it had been seen before and the wight had actually almost taken part a few times but this was simply with someone new. And one like herself. It was nice.
As was conversation, which the boil now drew her in on. A nice greeting, which she returned as well in an upbeat manner, "hello." And to his question, well, wasn't it obvious? "Your door was open," the ghoul explained, her glowing blue eyes shifting to look at the frame which she still grasped. And that was all she gave him as a response. Simple enough really.syusaki I shall never doubt you again ouo
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