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 Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 12:06 pm
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 Sugar Petal did not like class.
It wasn't that it was boring, or that it took too long. It had nothing to do with the fact she wasn't a social lass, or that she pretty much was the dictionary definition for awkward. No, it was more that they didn't teach anything about gardening. It seemed like such a basic concept. Everyone should know how to grow their own food! It was necessary! How did others live their life without flowers and vegetables? Sure, she only dabbled barely in growing vegetables, but she knew how.
To be fair, she was new and perhaps the lesson was upcoming. And, well, she did like her teacher quite a bit, honestly. She couldn't imagine anyone better suited to teach children. To think Sugar had been nervous the first day of school that she wouldn't like her teacher. How bizarre to think back on!
But, now was not time for pointless pondering on what lessons should be taught and her past thoughts. It was time to get her bag and rush home to her garden. Or, that had been the plan until a foal walked up to her. Brushing her brush n' grow strand from her face, the filly flicked her eyes up only to acknowledge he existed before going back to work on gathering her things. Except, suddenly, she realized he wanted something from her. Pausing, her eyes flicked back up slowly, expression monotone.
"What." It didn't even sound like a question. More like a non-committed mutter that barely recognized itself as a word. And this was the perfect example of how she was socially awkward.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 9:49 pm
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"T'ch." What a rude girl. The flutter stared coldly at the filly for a moment. How dare someone treat him like that. Everyone should be thrilled to be blessed with his presence, honored that he was giving them any attention. Definitely not this. The colt grit his teeth, struggling to resist the urge to tell this girl off. Didn't she know she was messing with the most popular colt in class? Happy gave a small snort, tossing his head as he tried to play it off like he was just blowing his curls out of his face and not extremely annoyed.
And just like that the fake smile was plastered wide across his face again. "Oh i just wanted to introduce myself to the cute new girl," he held out his transparent hoof, half expecting the girl to kiss it at this point if she knew what was good for her. Foals that were on his bad side likely were going to have a hard time making friends with anyone else. No one would say it, but the purple colt was known for having great gossip about all the weird phonies in class, some of which he may have made up due to his dislike of them. Some people were only weird because he deemed it so and he enjoyed having that power.
"Happy Endings. You know, i'm pretty sure our dads are friends." Like that was supposed to mean something without him actually going through the trouble of naming his father. After all, everyone should know who his parents were. His mother was half ghost after all! |
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:57 pm
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She wasn't a fan of the sound he emitted, returning to sliding books into her bag until he decided to either speak or leave. Her eyes flicked once he suddenly grinned, trailing across his face and noticing the lack of laugh lines. Cute? Her? No, she doubted it. Her eyes flicked back to view his transparent hoof, genuinely seeming interested and extending her hoof out to shake. Still, that smile bothered her, honestly. Sure, she rarely displayed emotions, but she relied on body language to communicate and she could clearly read his face like a book. Or, at least that he wasn't having such a great time.
"Our dads are friends?" She questioned quietly, finally finishing her packing up and pulling her back onto her chair, now fully giving the other her attention. "Who is your dad?"
She lacked any ill intention by the question, genuinely unsure. "I suppose if our dads are friends then we are expected to be, too? Then you shouldn't pretend to smile. If it helps, I'm not a smiler, either." The unicorn nodded after she spoke, eyes widening briefly when she realized she had failed to introduce herself.
"Oh. I'm Sugar Petal." A soft smile crossed her feature, a honest one. She'd have to ask her dad about... whoever Happy Ending's daddy was.
cursedandwandering Hi I'm so sorry if she's being rude. She's not used to others yet :c
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 7:48 pm
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Yushika XD oh psh, no. Don't worry. Happy is like extremely arrogant and gets offended by anyone just not immediately worshipping him. Long story short, he's only fake nice to people and it's just so he can get something from them. xD
Ugh. This girl was just growing more dreadful by the moment. The flutter turned his nose up, quite tempted to just move onto some other prey. He might gain better purchase with one of her siblings perhaps? The smile had quickly dropped from his face, replaced by a grimace. Clearly subtlety and tact wasn't in this filly's playbook. He should have expected so given what he'd heard of her father who didn't understand how to lie to protect the feelings of others. His father would often come home after meeting with the unicorn muttering about some new insulting nickname the red stallion had bestowed upon him.
"Mooncake." His lips pressed into a tight line as he looked over, critiquing her appearance in his head to provide him some relief. She may have had longer hair, but he was certainly better looking, he was sure of it. His ghostly hoof ran through his mane, twisting one of his curls for a moment. At this point he was quite tempted to ignore her as a form of punishment.
Instead he examined his hoof, starting to turn away from her. "It doesn't. Don't worry," the bitterness obvious in his voice. "I suppose i should just go back to where my 'fake' smiles are more welcome."
He tossed his head, curls falling across his face as he looked at her with his bright blue eyes. "Pleasure meeting you, Sugar Petal." There was some venom is his voice for sure, an unusual turn for a colt that usually kept up a mask of niceness to gain everyone's favor.. |
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 7:54 pm
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For a second she was dumbfounded, the smile slowly fading as he turned bitter. She pushed past her chair to approach him, head tilting to the side and causing her long lock of hair to cascade down across her shoulder.
"Did I... did I offend you?" Blinking at the male in surprise, she shook her head. What had she said wrong? Frowning, the filly leaned on a nearby desk, eying the other with a critical gaze. "I think it's sad you need to make a fake smile. I wasn't trying to be rude. I just figured it would be more rewarding if you actually acted the way you are. I'd be sad if someone liked me for someone I wasn't, Happy Endings."
Poking at the ground with one of her hooves, she tried again. Maybe she was being rude? She wasn't good at communicating, and this was her first week at school. Extending her hoof and offering a nervous but genuine smile, the filly shrugged.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm not good with my words. I wasn't trying to be mean. Please don't be upset? I don't mind if you stay, really. I wasn't trying to scare you off." Briefly, she wondered why she was trying so hard. Probably because Lavender Lemon had started a spark to want to make friends. Or, maybe because seeing Delicacy get her feelings hurt one too many times made her sensitive to others. Either way, her hoof stayed out, nervous smile present and hopeful. No use fighting with someone just because she mixed her words up, right?
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 5:39 pm
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