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 Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 2:11 am
"Wonderful! I'll give you my number to we can organize a time, okay?" He scribbled his number on a scrap of sketching paper on the table beside him and offered it to his companion.
"Oh yes! I need holes in my pants for my tail too," Galan replied cheerfully. "See?" He waved his tail at the other Junior by way of explanation, completely misunderstanding the actual question.
"I'm sorry you haven't any family, Ganymede..." Galan offered gently. "I'm from an orphanage too. My Gran brought me into the Goblin horde, and they brought be up, all together. But there weren't any other children in the house. Just me." He shrugged his skinny shoulders inside his sweater. "In fact..." Galan fidgeted self-consciously, his tail suddenly gripping the leg of the stool as if to brace him. "You're the first...well...friend my own age I've managed to make." He said it softly, ever so softly, as if breathing the hopeful words could make them true. He was afraid that Ganymede would recoil from him, would take offense.
He couldn't bear to look up, afraid to see a flicker of disgust on the other's face, or affront, or disdain... Ganymede was chic and cool and stylish, and he was just...a little runt with conté-smudged hands. Suddenly he was rubbing hastily at his fingertips, trying to press away the stains of oil and chalk from his pale fingers and dark nails, as if by making himself more presentable the other might want to keep him around.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 10:59 am
"Oh, uh, sure.." He took the paper, sparing it a glance before he stuffed it into one of the small pockets in his shorts. He'd... enter it into his phone later. His eyes wandered over to the tail in question, and narrowed slightly. Definitely thicker than Foras's tail... but probably easier to make things for than a grimm? Hm...
He was brought out of his train of thought by Galan mentioning that he too was an orphan. "Oh... Kinda sucks, huh?" He shrugged a little, "I guess I can't be too bothered by it, most kids around here are orphans too." He wasn't sure why he was lying, but before he'd realized what he was saying it had rolled off his tongue as if it were the truth. Perhaps he'd gotten a bit too used to pretending he didn't need anyone at all.
"Oh." He blinked, not really sure how to take that. They were friends? Already? This was something he was never sure he'd understand. Everyone seemed so willing to call someone a friend as long as they'd been talking for at least five minutes. But they didn't know each other. Galan didn't know him at all. The goblin had no idea what he was usually like... He considered, briefly, explaining that he'd probably made a bad choice in friends, but... stopped. He noticed the fidgeting - wasn't that supposed to be a sign of nervousness..?
"....Well, I have a lot of... people. Our age that I kind of hang out with sometimes so I guess.... I could introduce you...? My roommate, Foras, he paints too. He's kind of annoying but he's nice enough, I guess." He shrugged a little - better not to address the topic of friendship right off the bat. He lied frequently but one of his unspoken moral codes was that he wouldn't lie about the status of relationships... at least not anymore.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 12:04 pm
Galan let out a slow breath. He hadn't been wholly rejected, so that was something, but he still felt keenly that he was on thin ice. He licked his lips and hazarded a glance up. "Yes, thank you... I'd like that. I'd certainly like to meet your Foras. Perhaps we could paint together too..."
He swallowed. "How did you... I mean, did you choose to have a roommate? Or was it simply assigned?" He couldn't quite tell if Ganymede was pleased to have one or not. But, the easy way this Foras slipped into his thoughts made it seem, at least, as if there was a sense of comfort and normalcy there. That was what 'home' was to this Goblin: a sense of companionship, an ease and energy in the shared space. He very much craved that.
Would spending time with Ganymede and his friends help ease that heartache? Or would it only make it all the keener, being that outsider, peering in. He took a deep breath. He really wasn't sure. But, at least, it was somewhere to start. If they would have him, he would attend, even if only to watch from a corner and sketch.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 12:24 pm
'Your Foras.'
A ripple of flustered light went through his markings as his eyes widened just a touch, and his tendrils flared a little - just for a split second before he got himself under control again. Why did that hit him so hard? His Foras... please. As if he'd want that obnoxious flirt. "Uh.." Nine, couldn't he at least try to not sound like it bothered him? Okay, bothered was the wrong word - but he didn't know what other word to use to describe the sudden flutter in his stomach.
"Y-yeah, he'd like that, I'm sure. He's... real friendly, I guess. More than I am, anyway." He shrugged awkwardly, glancing off to the side. "Well... technically I asked to be alone. But I got stuck with Foras and Ella again... we were roommates as freshlings." He sighed and looked back to Galan. "I'm pretty sure you'll get stuck with someone eventually, so... don't worry about it, I guess?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 1:22 pm
He'd said the wrong thing, definitely the wrong thing. See, this was why he was supposed to be the listener, not the talker! Galan shrank a little more in his seat and tucked some hair behind his ear, averting his glance again.
"I don't think you're unfriendly at all...just..." He flicked a glance at him. "It's just you're cool, and I'm...not." He winced a little. Excellent job. How could anyone resist that endorsement of friendship? If the boy didn't march out the door this very second, then at least the Nine loved him.
At the idea he'd wind up with roommates, he recovered a little of his usual joy, unclenching from his hunched stupor. "You think so?" His tail lessened its deathly grip on the stool leg and he murmured under his breath, "I certainly hope so..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 1:28 pm
Oh Nine.
How was he supposed to handle this situation? Galan clearly had the wrong idea about him - and while that was... nice and all... he really wasn't cool, or friendly, and he knew these things and was... mostly okay with it? He still had friends - somehow - after all. "No, uh, I mean..." He rubbed at the side of his head with his free hand, eyes glancing around the room. "You are, I mean. Cool. I guess. I just. Um." Way to go, Ganymede. "Look, I'm trying really hard to be friendly right now which is why you kinda think I am? But normally I'm not? I dunno. I'm still... figuring out this whole 'talking to people without them crying by the end of the conversation' thing." He sighed, deflating a little.
"So that's what I mean by me not being friendly. I'm just.. Not a particularly friendly person." There. That should do it... right? "Yes - I'm pretty sure, I mean, especially if you ask? I dunno, I'm told Ava is good about honoring requests." Told. Yet she denied his request for a lone room. Bleh.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 1:52 pm
As this declaration washed over him, Galan's thoughts all jumbled up against one another. For a moment, all he could do was sit and stare wide-eyed, shoulders slumped and tail limp.
Perhaps Gany was being harder on himself than needed.
Perhaps his friends were needy and sensitive while he was merely blunt.
Perhaps he was trying to make Galan feel better about himself.
Perhaps he was also shy, and this was just his way of trying to reach out.
Perhaps he was telling the honest truth.
And there Galan's thoughts stuck. If Ganymede truly didn't like people, wasn't one to be kind or gentle. Then... "Why are you being so nice to me, then?" Galan's soft voice was pitched higher than usual, his expression still perplexed and riveted on the other's glimmering markings. "If...If I'm an assignment for social studies or life skills or something....of that ilk..." He straightened up on his stool, relaxing somewhat at finding some angle of putting himself to use. "Then, that's alright. I hope I can help you with whatever it is you're trying to work out."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 2:03 pm
Oh great. Now he'd done it. He really should have just kept it all to himself - let Galan be upset. Why did he care? Did he? Honestly only a little- if he'd let Galan stay down in the dumps maybe he would avoid future awkwardness via shopping trip to do things he wasn't well versed in yet. Or, he'd spare himself the weirdness of introducing him to Foras and Ella. The teasing he'd get from Foras was going to be inevitable. All things considered, making a new friend was not in his best interest - if he wanted to be left alone, anyway.
That was what he wanted... right? So WHY did he care?
"I dunno." He answered flatly - falling into his old habits of monotone voice and blank expression. Unfortunately for him, blank expression usually meant some form of displeased look. "I had enough people tell me I had to be nice. So I'm doing it? I would've said so if it were an assignment. I do most of that stuff with Foras anyway since he knows my speech pattern by now." He shrugged again, then rubbed at his face a little. "I'm not trying to work out anything - I'm just figuring out how to talk like the rest of... everyone else." He motioned with his free hand in some vague display of what could be called irritation - although his expression remained blank and tone of voice remained flat.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 2:33 pm
"Oh," Galan said simply. His posture didn't crumple and he certainly wasn't put off. On the contrary, he was rather...intrigued. It was as if Ganymede had removed a mask only to reveal another one, and Galan couldn't help but wonder what lay underneath this new facade.
"Well, then!" He hopped off his stool and spun about to gather his satchel from the floor. "Shall we go?" Galan offered a bright smile as he adjusted the strap over his shoulder and pulled out his phone, tapping into the search field for fabric stores in the area.
As the options came up, he scrolled through and chose one that was close enough to the campus to walk. "Nightmare Notions!" he declared, looking over with another smile. "Time to go handle some fabrics, Ganymede!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 9:52 am
Wait- they.. they were going right then? Immediately? Was he ready for this? Mentally he took stock of his ability to put up with the greater public and-- well... He was coming up a little short, but he supposed having a buffer might help.... He'd just... tell Galan that if anyone talked to them, he'd have to respond. That was acceptable, right?
He blinked, watching as Galan gathered up his things, eyes narrowing on the phone for a moment. There wasn't any need to look it up, Ganymede knew Nightmare Notions was the closest shop to campus. But, that was a "not polite" thing to point out, so he kept it to himself.
"I guess we can go now. If anyone talks to us, you have to respond, though. I don't feel like dealing with the general public." He shrugged, adjusting his own things to place them in his bag, then nodded his head at the door to signal it was time to go.
Cerl Temius If you want, we can end this one here and have a new rp with them going to the store? : D
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 10:25 am
Galan nodded easily, not thrown at all by this direction. He had no fear of talking to strangers, even if he stumbled over his words and failed to maintain conversation. This was likely to be public servants, shop clerks, attendants...no need for sustained conversation at all. He could handle it. And if...and if it was a service he could offer his friend...
Galan nearly puffed up at the thought of being of use! "Do you know the way?" he asked curiously, wondering if Ganymede frequented the shop for his sewing needs. "I'm happy to follow your lead, if you've been there before. I'm still getting my bearings in the city..." Despite the light, he had been growing fonder of the city beyond the Academy, and its multicultural, open attitudes. It was something (he realized with a sudden revelation) that he had always been missing, cooped up in his Goblin Markets and Goblin Community Centre, and Goblin Hovel.
Galan offered a fresh smile to Ganymede and allowed his tail to turn excitedly behind him. "I'm ready!" and he meant it with every fibre of his being. Ready for this mini-adventure, ready to be of service, ready to build this friendship. Ready for anything!
nepsah Sounds good! Did you want to post up the Skype RP as their journey, of does that one come later in their timeline?
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 5:54 pm
"Yes, I know how to get there." He replied, tone flat now that he wasn't trying that hard to be "nice." It was still something he was trying out, but... Galan pretty much knew he was faking now, so why bother with it 100% of the time? He at least kept his pace slow enough for the goblin to keep up, which was more than he could say for a lot of other people...
"Let's go, then. Won't take long to get there.." He nodded, then headed off towards the front gates of the academy.
Cerl Temius Aaaand we're done! And I think we decided its a bit later in the timeline, so this trip they're headed on now could be their First One? : D
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