- ‡ bite 002. (action.)

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She's not a creative type, this Oerbian. But Vanille said she needed to do a painting in her fine arts class, and had said she'd really like it if she could paint something that reminded her of home, really like it if she could paint something she already knew well, really, really like it if she could maybe just maybe pretty please with sugar on top have Fang as her subject.

So of course Fang said yes.

And now she's sitting in the fine arts room, surrounded by mostly empty easels and the smell of potted paints. She's alone for now, waiting on the artiste, and fiddling with some of the tools used to mold clay. She accidentally breaks one of the clay-cutting wire-contraptions, fumbles with it, then hurriedly puts it down before glancing around to be sure no one saw. ]


(ooc note: The post is tailored to Vanille, but any tag is welcome!!)

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[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ Lightning gets one of those shrugs, Fang's whole body somewhat undulating like she wants to shrug off the entire notion of tests in one movement. ]

Gotta handle it either way, don't I?

[rebeliune.livejournal.com]

[ She takes a moment to look around put the tool back in a box of supplies she finds. ]

Don't fail. [ Which is Lightning's roundabout way of saying "I hope you do well," except formed in a commanding way and voice. Take it however you want. ]

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

Wasn't in my plans, girlie, but if you're going to punish me for it, I might change my mind.

[ And just like that, the gloominess is gone and Fang is...Fang again. ]

[rebeliune.livejournal.com]

I don't need to "punish" you; the staff will do that for me.

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

[ She laughs and taps her jaw where Light had once landed a fierce backhand. ]

I fear your wrath more than some sweatervest, any day.

[rebeliune.livejournal.com]

You seemed to take it fine the last time.

[brokenbrand.livejournal.com]

I said I feared it more than some sweatervest.

[ She puts both hands on her hips and can't resist throwing in a wink. ]

Didn't say I feared it much.

[rebeliune.livejournal.com]

A little fear's enough. I'm not used to you being weak.