♥ [Action/Quad/Open] my depth perception must be off again

[rebellingheart]

(ooc: I meant to post this ages ago and for one reason or another just haven't gotten around to it yet. This is backdated forever and ever and ever ago to after this post)

[Rinoa sits curled around Angelo in a shady, tree filled corner of the Quad, her face buried in the dog's furry ruff as she just sits and well pouts? Mopes? Sulks? Cries? There were any number of words that could be used to describe her current behavior and most of them fit. However, if someone were to look for it they'd see the tell-tale sign of tear tracks on the cadets face as well as the dampened portions of Angelo's fur but thankfully not enough to trigger much of a damp dog scent.

Her face still buried against the dog her voice was muffled as she voiced her complaint, thinking that only Angelo could hear her.]

Why's he such a jerk?

[Maybe she had taken some things for granted and just assumed they were true, but he didn't have to be so cold about it. It was becoming painfully clear that what meant the world to her was more or less nothing to him. The more she thought about it the more it hurt and the more upset she became. ]

[Anyone's more than welcome to stop by and bother girl and dog new and old CR alike.]

Comments

[rebellingheart]

Which makes sense. Friends are supposed to be important after all, right?

[She's a little surprised by the news, but the idea of listening to music from another world is certainly intriguing.] Then sing me a song, your favorite, from back on your world.

[eggplantallergy]

Of course!

[He hadn't expected a request, but who was he to deny one? It doesn't take him long to come up with his favorite from his home world. Each time he heard it, sung it, it made him feel relaxed, at peace. As he sings, he moves with the tune in his head, closing his eyes in a sign that he's getting into the song. Forgive him.

When he finishes, he opens his eyes, unable to help the smile that was on his face.] So?

[rebellingheart]

[Really now. Singing a song to someone and then closing your eyes so you can't see their reaction is just plain bad form. Rinoa's not impressed with you Gakupo.The song isn't that bad though, but you're still only getting maybe a B for this performance.

When he finishes she shakes her head a little.]

It's not bad, but you can still use some work I think.

[She's teasing, but she does mean it. Performance skills are important.]

[eggplantallergy]

[Gakupo is sporting a wide smile at her reply before laughing.]

You sound quite like my manager, except less harsh. [Crosses his arms, not looking all that displeased.] It would be dull work if I couldn't improve! Please, don't be afraid to say more. A performer should have tough skin you know.