He turned at the sound of someone walking into the room, his paint-covered, slightly sweaty torso glistening in the lights above him. He raised his forearm to his forehead, wiping away the sweat and smiling at the newcomer. She was so pretty, with glossy pink hair and such soft-looking skin. Wait, it was fur! She's a bunny! Wow... she's so beautiful. "Hey, it's alright. This room is open to anyone who wants to come in, so it's not like I feel bothered in any way." Grabbing his shirt, he tugged it over his arms, leaving the buttons undone and wiping his hands with a wet rag. "Please, come in. I could actually use your help."
The green-haired male strode over, his long legs bringing him closer in seconds. "You see, I've been working on this painting for several hours, and there's just something missing." He reached out his arm for the pretty 'girl' to take. "Why don't you come and help me?"
...and I don't need you to treat me like a child!
Haru Mania
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:05 am
Mayah Playah
Ren didn't think he could blush any brighter, but this "boy's" lean physique caused his breath to catch in his throat,"Oh, o-okay! That's good. I'll be having classes here soon enough."He hadn't really had much time to make friends. This campus was so massive that even finding someone to speak to was a challenge, much less keeping company with someone more than one conversation. Meeting someone in a room he'd be having class in soon enough might lead to some sort of connection especially if he'd also be spending time here.
As the other teen spoke of his painting, Ren finally got a good look of the room. It was filled with all the canvases and paints a bunn could ask for, including the gorgeous piece the green-haired boy had apparently been working on,"O-oh... I couldn't possibly help... I'm a novice painter! I'd only serve to ruin your beautiful painting!"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Frenchman, setting his hand on the small of her back and leading her closer tot he still-wet canvas. "Any artist knows that his art, no matter how beautiful in his eyes, or in any others, can always grow to be even more beautiful with the touch of another's brush, and a piece of their heart." With a smile, he took his hand from her, the tingling sensation causing him to flex his fingers in an attempt to regain feeling. That had to be a sign! they were definitely meant to be!
Taking off the shirt, he wrapped it around his current companion and buttoned it in place, placing a small brush in her hands. "Please," he said, using his other hand to gesture to the painting. "Make it yours as well, Mademoiselle Lapin, if you do not mind me calling you that." He leaned on the table, his strong, muscled arms crossed loosely over his hard, chiseled torso. "I am afraid that I cannot call you anything else but my Belle Lapin until I deduce your name. Is that alright with you?"
...and I don't need you to treat me like a child!
Haru Mania
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:49 am
Mayah Playah
"Well, I'll do my best and, with that vote of confidence, I feel like I can paint the world!"Ren grinned and gladly took the brush. A renewed scarlet painted his cheeks as the painter wrapped her protectively in his own shirt.
As he began painting, mostly just adding little details to accentuate what was already present, he continued to listen to the green-haired frenchman. When the word 'Mademiselle' passed his lips, the brush faltered for a moment, but... she smiled,"My good sir... isn't it polite to give your name before you ask to receive a name, especially from a young lady?"Ren turned her attention momentarily from the painting to give her new painter friend a wink.
The man blushed, then stood up straight and bowed slightly at the waist. "Of course, you're right! My name is Lucian Cavalier. I am the teacher's assistant for Painting, as I have been painting for as long as I can remember." Standing up straight, he reached for her hand without the paintbrush and kissed the back of it lightly. "An honor, La Belle Lapin. Might I have the privilege of knowing your name?" asked the Frenchman, smiling brilliantly up at her.
She really was so very beautiful, in so very many ways, and so innocently sexy! The girl's beauty radiated int he room, lighting up something inside of his chest. His eyes lit up as they looked at the bunny girl, his heart feeling like it was going to jump out of his chest.
...and I don't need you to treat me like a child!
Haru Mania
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 1:45 am
Mayah Playah
The young bun smirked and did a slight courtesy,"My name is Ren Lupin so... you were fairly close,"her voice twittered with light laughter and she continued to add her own spark to Lucian's painting,"It's a pleasure to meet you."
Ren took a step back from the painting and looked at her handy work. The glow from the lamps were slightly warmer and the limpid shiny from the sheen of water surrounding the couple shone brightly under her delicate work. She turned to Lucian,"Well, what do you think? I dare not add more for fear of over-embellishing... "
Lucian smiled at her name. "Ren... such a beautiful name," he remarked, grinning. "It suits you, la belle~" With a grin, he stood up straight, turning to examine the painting. After several moments of staring at it, he turned back to her and nodded. "It is perfect, la belle! You brought it spirit that I could not." He looked her over curiously, taking her hand and raising it. Tilting his head, he narrowed his eyes, then peered closer to her body. "Miss Lupin, may I paint you?" he asked, leaning back to look around her body and examine her sides. "Your features, your form, so very... lovely. Would you mind me painting it?"
...and I don't need you to treat me like a child!
Haru Mania
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:12 am
Mayah Playah
Ren just smiled,"I suppose so, but I am starting to like the sound of 'la belle.' If you would like, you can continue calling me that~"It had been such a long time since Ren flirted so brazenly, but he was cute and had been kind to her so far... letting down her guard for a moment wouldn't be too terrible.
She shrugged,"Just using what little talent with the brush to bring out the beauty that was just a few strokes away from said perfection."When Lucian asked to paint her, Ren suddenly felt exposed and pulled the loaned shirt tight on her body."O-oh? Surely there will be prettier models when class starts..."
"Then I will call you la belle!" he exclaimed, smiling and kissing her hand once more. At her response, he blinked and tilted his head in confusion. "Silly girl, you do not see the beauty!" Taking her by the hand once more, he took a deep breath and continued. "My beautiful little lapin, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Let me paint you, and if you do not see the stunning woman that I do when I am finished, then I will never ask you again, and you will not model for the class if you do not want to." He lifted a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote down an address. "Here, come to me tomorrow at noon if you choose to accept my challenge. Please, la belle, come. I would love nothing more than to paint such perfection." Lucian's hand raised to her cheek, his fingertips stroking her cheekbone gently before he pressed the paper into her hand and pulled away. "Either way, I will see you tomorrow, yes? You still have my shirt anyway."
...and I don't need you to treat me like a child!
Haru Mania
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:38 am
Mayah Playah
The little lapin listened intently to the declarations from the older boy. She... had encountered this before. When people learned the truth of her body... they never understood. They never gave her the chance to explain or tried to see the world from her perspective.
Maybe he'll be differentshe thought as he stroked her cheek so sweetly. Her eyes closed as she savored the gentleness almost causing her to not notice the paper he slipped into her hand.Maybe he'll like me for who I am...So many times before she'd been burned with this thinking, but this was a new start in a new place... and well... it was large enough. Surely she could mess up once or twice without the majority of the school noticing. She'd never find someone to love if she stayed guarded all the time.
Ren nodded and smiled at Lucian,"It's a date then?"
((Think I need to cut out for the night. x 3x Feelin' a bit pass-y out-y. We'll continue tomorrow! Where's the address taking the lil bunny?))
With a kind smile, the man lifted his backpack and tossed it over his shoulder, setting on hand on his hip. "Definitely, la belle. I can't wait to spend so much time with you!" Moving closer, he wrapped an arm around the bunny's waist and pulled her closer, kissing her cheeks as was his custom. Although, his closeness certainly wasn't custom.
As charming as ever, Lucian released his new muse and started for the door, turning back to wink at her. "I will see you tomorrow, la belle. Be sure to wear something cute and comfortable. I want to capture you as your adorable self, little one!" Waving goodbye, he walked out the door, paying little attention to the random female students swooning at the sight of his half-naked, paint-covered body.
He had a date to prepare for.
...and I don't need you to treat me like a child!
Haru Mania
Aww, alright. I'll try and be awake tomorrow! I think it's taking Ren to his dorm that I'll make in a little bit.
Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 10:57 pm
⊗Peter Shell⊗
Get the hell out of my way
Peter sighed as he entered the building, his covered charcoal sketch poking out of his large portfolio that he carried. It was too late after school for him to be there, but who cared? At least at this time no one would be in the art room. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and swiping the button to go to the next song. Impassioned classical music flooded through his earbuds into his mind, and he almost smiled. Almost. Stuffing the phone back into his pocket, the artist strode through the empty halls of the Arts building, his shoes clacking on the floor. He finally stopped at the art room door, reaching into his pocket for the spare key, only to see the door slightly ajar. "The hell?" he murmured, pushing the door wide open and looking inside, standing in the doorway with his ever-cool glare on his face.
Inside the classroom was an abhorrent display. A student, about a young sophomore or freshman, was laying on top of a desk with a look of absolute passion and lust on his blushing face. His shirt was unbuttoned to show his slim body and the tiny chest heaving with each pant and breath fueling his loud moans and cries. The boy's pants were tossed on the floor, and his pulled up legs were held apart by a set of strong arms. Between the boy's legs was the bobbing head of the art teacher, Mr. Hayden Belmont. His light brown eyes opened a fraction when he heard another voice, gazing straight at the student that had walked in, yet he made no attempt to stop his work.
Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 12:47 pm
⊗Peter Shell⊗
Get the hell out of my way
He stood silently, watching the display with bored eyes. Somehow, he wasn't surprised. He'd heard warnings about the art teacher, and this man sucking off that underclassman was obviously the teacher. Lucian, the assistant, had told him to watch out for him. Then again, he'd said that while he was buried up until the hilt with his girlfriend, so... With a sigh, Peter walked into the room and set his portfolio on a table. Reaching inside, he pulled out the sketch and set it up on his easel, taking a moment to make sure it was properly placed before turning back to the portfolio and picking it back up. Peter then walked leisurely to the door and turned back only to glance at the two, eyes as bored as ever. "Don't get your bodily fluids on my painting, pervert teacher," he said calmly before walking out the door and down the hallway. Looks like he'll be stuck in the club room again. Great. An hour with those loud idiots was exactly what he needed.
The teacher raised an eyebrow at the student's reaction, or more lack of. Usually someone would scream and run off, maybe even watch in silent horror, but to not care and walk out so casually? Interesting... He looked like he'd have an interesting taste to him, too. Speaking of tastes, the teacher turned when he felt movement and saw the student in his arms hastily put his clothes back on and stammer about how embarrassed he was. Hayden pursed his lips and allowed the boy to run off, although he was greatly disappointed. He was so close to feeding, and that angry looking guy had to come an interrupt him. Sighing, he started cleaning off the desks, though his mind was still on the man. He needed to eat soon, maybe that guy would do...
