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 Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 12:20 pm
 Spuuuuuuuuuurrrrrtgloooobpffft. GASP!Rhys' eyes grew wide in alarm, small dark hands dropping the tubes of to the ground. There was a look of panic and dread in his eyes as he looked down at his ruined sweater. The image on his sweater was completely covered in whites and bright oranges. And there was a lot. The hybrid didn't know what to do! How did this even happen? Did he squeeze the tubes too tightly? The boy in his fear tried to rub the wet, mass amounts of paint off his sweater, but instead started moving and blending the paint together, creating new colours and smearing the paint even further. Wait, what!? Where was the blue coming from!? By the Nine, why was there BLUE!? Rhys stared down at his hands and gawked. He forgot in his alarmed state that he had just been. Gulp. Finger painting! "Oh no! OhnoohnoOHNO! Dad is gonna kill me!" His stopped dead in his tracks, not even noticing the punctures from his claws in the silver tubes by his feet. "Worse." he said in quiet fear. "Mom is gonna kill me ... "The hybrid stared off, mouth slightly agape with a wide, horrified expression, as if seeing some terrible moment from his past. In truth, he was just scared he would get sent to bed without dinner again. He had to fix this. He had to fix this, but he didn't know how. And in his stupidity gripped his goopy hands to his fiery hair and gave a small yelp of hopeless noise.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 7:17 pm
 A deep blue night sky spread out across her paper, Samira was busy carefully dotting white stars through it with the very tips of her fingers. All in all, her picture wasn't turning out too bad in her opinion! The girl considered her work with a bowed head. Movement in her periphery drew her attention upward to glance around the class with a furrowed brow. Most folks were still working on their individual projects, but some were up and about. Her focus honed in on the source of distraction when the general din of class was punctuated by a sad, helpless sound. A fiery haired hybrid boy nearby seemed to be having a little trouble. Okay, a lot of trouble! Oh no! Paint was everywhere! Everywhere! All over his sweater, his hands, in his hair! Quickly wiping her hands off on the wet rag next to her, Samira jumped up from her seat and moved to the boy's side, wet rag in hand. "Hey, hey," The hybrid quietly urged him in as soothing a tone as she could manage. "Let me help, okay?" Sami reached up to claim the boy's smudgy painty hands with the hand towel, getting to the scrubbing the paint from his fingers. He seemed really distraught. Perhaps he needed distracting? "What's your name?" She asked quietly, hoping to not draw any more attention than necessary, curling her tail more closely around her feet. "What were you working on painting? Looks like it was pretty bright." Well, if the colors that were smeared all over him were any indicator. Ember-babe I apologize for the delay! Work has been eating me up! ;u;
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2015 1:11 pm
Rhys had been staring in to the abyss, unaware and dense towards his surrondings until small hands reached out to claim his paint smeared one, and Rhys found himself blinking, sight honing in on the hybrid mutant before him. At first, Rhys wasn't sure what to feel: embarrassed that he was covered in gooey, wet paint, excited and thrilled to meet another mutant hybrid such as himself, or bashful because a girl was touching his hands. His actual hands! While the boy still looked bewildered, he still was able to manage a soft response to the girl who came to his rescue. "H-hi," he started rather dumbly. "T-thank you. That's awful nice of you. I don't really know what happened ... one minute I was --- oh, I'm Rhys!" Rhys finally blinked, dry eyes watering a bit. "But, uhm. Yah, one minute I was painting a picture of what I imagined the sky looked like in Above, and the next thing I knew I was covered in a lot of stuff, and I was like 'oh, no! My parents are gonna fry me! They're going to hone their magic skills and get a license in assault magics just to burn my butt!', but then you came here and then you grabbed my hands and you started helping me ... I'm Rhys." he repeated, not really sure if he had already said his name or not, then swallowed hard. He was a bit of a dork, just like his dad. But an even bigger dodo bird. Rhys knew that, and caught himself sighing again. Here some nice girl came to help him and here he was rambling on about things that probably didn't matter.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 9:46 pm
 Samira angled her head as she scrubbed the paint from the mutant hybrid boy's fingers, searching the his face for signs of rejoining her in the here and now, as well as taking a moment to consider his eyes. Very bright, with slit pupils to boot. Oh! Oop, there he was! His attention had returned. She smiled almost sheepishly when he blinked his eyes and focused in on her. Hopefully she hadn't been staring with too much intense curiosity. "Hi, there," She echoed his greeting. "Welcome back." Giving him a chance to answer her questions, Sami couldn't help but nod or shake her head in response to his, Rhys', responses. There wasn't much time to slip answers in, but she took note of the important bits. With the conclusion of his ramble, the girl laughed softly. Wow, he sure was a talker! "Nice to meet you, Rhys. My name is Samira, but you can call me Sami too if you want to; and I'm happy to help." Drawing his now clean, well predominantly clean, hands up for inspection, she considered her handiwork before releasing his hands from hers. "That okay for a start? I can help with the rest too, if you'd like. This paint comes out with water and, if we both work at it, I bet we can clean you up so you won't have to worry about your parents burning your butt. Can't have that, can we? It's not so bad in your hair and if we hurry we can clean you up in no time!"She frowned at his sigh. Was something else wrong? Did he need more cheering up? "I was working on our own night sky, myself." She said with a little nod over to where she had been sitting before refocusing on him. "Maybe when we're done we can compare our skies? I'd like to see your painting of Above's sky, I think. Y'know, to see how you picture their sky to be. What do you say?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 2:28 pm
As soon as Samira released Rhys' hands, he raised them to his face to inspect his claws. Wow, she had done a really good job! Better than he ever could half. Heck, her handywork was nearly just as good as his mom's! It was rather reassuring to know that he might be able to avoid a scolding from his parents, which made Rhys ease up considerably. "You're a goddess!" he said with a breathy, admiring tone. "Just look at how clean my hands are! You did such an amazing job and you're not even an adult! It's like magic!" Rhys was truly amazed by the girl's efforts, and he caught himself grinning like a fool as he let his hands drop back down to his sides, only to pause and freeze as he realized other parts of him were still covered in paint, afraid to get his hands dirty all over again after Sami's hard work. Thank you so much!" he said cheerfully, colour returning to his face. "Compare skies? Yes ... that sounds rather fascinating! I'd enjoy that immensely, I think!" Rhys all but beamed at the girl.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 11:17 pm
Taking a small half-step back to allow Rhys a little room to inspect her work, Samira unfurled the washcloth to inspect the smears of color. They looked nice together, but certainly didn't belong just about all over her fellow mixed mutant classmate! Draping the cloth over one of her wrists, the girl shifted her golden gaze back to the boy in front of her, brows arched somewhat hopefully and expectantly. "It's okay so far?"Rhys' reaction made her laugh, though she briefly hid her face behind her hands to try to stifle her surprised and quite amused laughter, lest more attention be turned their way. The girl waved her hand lightly dismissively. "Aww! Why, thank you, Rhys, but I'm not even done yet! Fortunately, I think you and your sweater aren't beyond saving." She said with a little grin and playful wrinkle of her nose. Her smile faltered slightly at the brief tenseness that passed over the boy's features. "You are most welcome," Sami practically chirped. The fallen/demon girl bobbed her head. "Well, good. I'm glad you think so. If we hurry, I'm sure we can do so before the end of class." She shrugged her shoulders. "Also, the sooner we get started on your sweater, the less likely the paint will stain." She had taken pains to read up on the care of her own sweater, being predominantly white. Her parents had gotten it for her and she was in no hurry to have it ruined or worn out by stains, spills, or excessive, potentially rough, washing. "Do you have a shirt under there or am I going to be working directly off of you? Or, you could borrow mine for a little while I work. I don't mind and you can be warm while you wait. While we're working on your sweater, perhaps we could rinse your hair a little too. You've got a little blue and white in there too. Your hair will be the easy bit. What say you, Rhys? You ready?" She asked with a quirk of her brows and a sweeping gesture toward the small in-class sink. Ember-babe Been so long! Such a fail~ QuQ heart
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 4:47 pm
At the mention of cleaning sweaters, Rhys didn't really wait to tug his whole sweater off. He did so as carefully as someone as clumsy as him could manage to be, but even still the boy managed to not only get stuck, but to get one of his bone claws hooked on a stray looped thread on the inside of his sweater. Arms above his head, fiery hair peeping through the top of the head hole, Rhys felt himself grow panicked all over again. "Heeeeelp!" he cried. "Heeeelp! I caught my claws on the inside of the sweater and I don't want to rip it! And it's dark in here, even with the lights on! I'm scared!" The boy seemed to vibrate, as if he were hyper instead of frantic to remedy this growing problem. Why did art class always turn out to be so disastrous? Why did this sort of stuff only happen to him? Maybe he was cursed. Well. Cursed beyond being a mutant and a litch, that is. The boy sighed, calming down a little. "I'm sorry, Sami ... " Rhys sounded sad and apologetic. "I just met you and already you're having to chase after me to keep me out of danger and solve my problems ... that's no fair ... "
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