Anaee froze when she saw him exited the store; she hadn't realized that her legs had moved on their own and she started to follow him once more. Because of her small size, Anaee was pushed to side from side, and out onto the sidewalk- losing track of where the blonde had gone. She looked throughout the crowd, trying to spot where he had gone, but couldn't find him anywhere in the crowd. Anaee let out a sound of disappointment, losing the person she had wanted to interact with. She soon started to walk again, only to spot him for yet, a third time today; her feet had once again, started to move without her thinking. This time, she started to slow jog, trying to push her way through the crowd.

As though it had seemed like forever, she had finally made her way towards him, almost losing him once again because of crowd. Looking up at him, she hadn't thought about what she was going to say, and because of that, her face flustered from embarrassment; feeling stupid enough to follow him without a reason. Anaee stood there for a moment, almost motionless as people walked around him before her mouth had opened, as if she was about to say something, but nothing had came out. It was another moment of awkward silence. "S-Sorry, I-I, uh..." She stuttered. As he started to move once more, she had almost followed him like a duckling following its mother. "Uh...I was just making sure you were really alright..." She said out loud at him, knowing that she was probably annoying. "You hit your, er, head pretty hard." Her voice suddenly grew silent as she looked at him.

Erlin managed to breath out slightly in easy, when he realizes that he may have lost her as he steps further in the crowd. Seeing her move towards his direction ha at first unsettled him very much, as many thoughts went through his mind, questioning her presence being there. As he turns around again, and moves forward though, he's shocked when he decides to turn around again (just for luck's sake) to see if she were still there, only to see her right behind him. (His luck was never very good, anyway.) So he's standing there in shock, unsure as to what to do, holding onto his bag tightly to the point that he could feel his nails digging into his palm. Erlin simply didn't know how to interact with this red haired girl who seemed to have persistently followed him. So he merely stares at her, and then quickly turns around, to continue walking. Perhaps ignoring the girl would be the best course of action..

"S-Sorry, I-I, uh..." She stuttered. He was trying to ignore her, but she merely followed after him, and he feels like she is trying to follow him like that of a young animal attached to its parent. He couldn't think of any examples, but it was good enough to settle away in the dark further corners of his mind. "Uh...I was just making sure you were really alright..." It sort of touched him, how she seemed to have cared so much. But he quickly takes away all sort of thought related to that.Why on earth would any human care for another without ulterior motive? No such thing as this fake face called 'kindness', exists. Erlin, get a hold of yourself. He continues to walk. "You hit your, er, head pretty hard." Her voice suddenly grew silent as she looked at him. He stops in the midst of the crowd, and she probably does too, and slowly, he turns around to stare at her, a blank look, as he's looking at her - trying to analyze her, trying to find his silent questions' answers in a fiercely looking and empty stare. Erlin stands there for a few moments, and he rustles up sorts of bitterness as he could muster into his voice as he finally speaks, "why must you care about it so much? It wasn't your fault at all. You weren't the one of whom that I had bumped into, and had my minor hit from." Knowing that this was rather cold, he adds in an additional statement to ease how truly bitter he probably sounded, from the countless practice and accustomed habit that has led to many people commenting on such a feat. His tone begins to soften. "Please do not worry about me. It is none of your concern."

The red haired girl is really small, and petite in appearance. An innocent, surely. Child-like, and perhaps, a bit ignorant of how cruel the world could really be. He knows that this girl is really like that of a fairy, and the thoughts almost scares him into running away from her as far as possible with his weak athletic skill. He stands still again, and then quietly, he asks, "if you must worry, worry about someone else. Not someone such as I." It feels like a whisper. "Please have a nice day. It was nice meeting you." Before allowing that she could say anything, he quickly turns to storm off with rapid foot steps, rather hoping that what he said would have her not bother with his existence anymore, and while it hurts slightly to having to push others who seemed so genuine in their intentions, he knew that just sometimes, they weren't truly genuine at all. And he couldn't know if this one was one, or not. It's only this gnawing feeling at his mind that somehow, the trouble that seemed have brewed today, wasn't going to stop from today and onwards.

. . . Yes. He should most certainly lock himself up in his room, before the madness gets any further in progressing. The thought of it was very, very appealing indeed.

Kodi sat at the front desk, her hand flying across the page; trapping every detail in the very room she would probably wouldn't see again the following years to come. Her hand flicked across the page along with her pencil. When she was finished, she ripped out the drawn page, almost perfectly but a bump. But Kodi still smiled while standing with the page in her hand. She looked around and grasped a push pin from the bigger desk in front of every other desk. She pinned her drawing on the empty part of the wall, she grabbed her chair and whisked it around, facing her drawing. A memory of the days were there were laws limiting freedom of expression. Hopefully things will get better soon.


(OOC; Sorry it's short, my laptop broke and now I'm using my iPod.)

"Why must you care about it so much? It wasn't your fault at all. You weren't the one of whom that I had bumped into, and had my minor hit from." His words stung her heart, causing it to sink to her butt. He was so cold and she had wondered why. Had she really been annoying him this much? Sure, she followed him and kinda stalked him a bit, but it just hurt her a bit to hear his cold words. "Please do not worry about me. It is none of your concern." She looked up at him, hearing the softening tone of his voice, but she had still remained silent. She wasn't able to say much since she knew she was mostly in the wrong; though, she had to admit, it did anger her a tiny bit how this person was so distant. Anaee's eyes peered upwards when she had enough audacity to look up at him; her thoughts almost instantly taking over. He has the perfect bone structure to be a model; its a shame to allow such a beautiful person leave. Anaee wanted to paint him; but she knew it was something she only had to do based off of memory- which she knew was practically impossible for her.

"If you must worry, worry about someone else. Not someone such as I." She couldn't keep herself still as she kept fidgeting. "Please have a nice day. It was nice meeting you." Her eyes watched him as he quickly made his way away from her. Her small face scrunched up; she puffed out her cheeks and stuck out her lips. She was pouting. She was proving to those who had mocked her constantly about being a child right; she knew it, but she couldn't help herself from doing so. Anaee could feel her cheeks heat up with a bit of frustration, embarrassment, and a bit of sadness- all together mushed up. It took her a while to move her legs, but when she did, she almost immediately followed him- her face still plastered with her pouting. She stopped herself though and quickly realized that she couldn't be mad at him for feeling bothered for her stalking him. Anaee let out a heavy sigh before watching him disappear as he went further away.

It couldn't be stopped though, she knew she was a bother, but she couldn't stop her feet. She started to run after him, stumbling and tripping over her feet as she tried to catch up to him. "W-Wait!" Her voice came out, and even she couldn't believe it was her own voice. Once she was about a few feet from him, she instantly stopped, watching him keep walking. "Uh..." She couldn't help but to be a bit speechless- she didn't even know why she was chasing him. "W-Why don't I buy you lunch?" Her voice was awkward along with her smile, but it was an awkward situation for her. She didn't want to get rejected, her eyes said that much, but she'd understand why if he did reject her.

Erlin is merely only walking away with bitter thoughts as he tries to breathe in easy when he is sure that the girl will give up and decide to go home. Unfortunately, it would seem that today out of all days, he was more wrong than he had ever been in his life. He keeps on walking, even as she's calling out out for him to stop and - what? He halts in his movements as she manages to utter out an invitation to lunch, leaving his thoughts to come to a crash and screeching stop as it begins to shut down and malfunction. This girl! .. Doesn't she know when to give up on a person? He's thinking madly as he's staring at the red haired girl with a blank expression, unsure as to what to do. I've already turned her away, and yet she keeps on coming back with that expression of 'kindness'! What are her ulterior motives, why must she continue to persist after me? As his mind is going into pandemonium, why lunch? What will she accomplish in this? he turns around, set on downright refusing her in the most utterly cold way he could just so she may never wish to speak or even look at him ever again. But when as he did decide to turn around, Erlin couldn't help but pause. That expression..

He really doesn't understand anymore. He doesn't. He slightly frowns in confusion, unsure as to what to do as what her expression conveyed as well, and merely stands there. After a few moments of silence on his part, and he turns around again, and begins walking forward again, turning his head to look back at her when he reaches several feet away, gripping the bag in his hangs tightly, switching that abused container to another hand so he could stop digging his nails into his palm. Quietly but however loud enough for the girl's ears to be able to pick up, he blankly states, ".. I know a small cafe on the end of my street." Erlin continues walking, not daring to look back to see.

Fauna

Fauna listened to the beautiful melody being played by Avia and hummed the notes herself. "So, how long have you been playing piano?" Fauna asked before noticing Avia getting a little nervous. "Oh here. Let me get that for you." Fauna says in delight before walking up to the window and closing it. Once the sliding window made a click at the bottom, she turned to Avia looking for an answer.

((Sorry if it's short.))

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Avastir

Avastir had continued walking for sometime in the opposite direction of home. He didn't want to cross the road where the fight had just broken up. Maybe he could get some things for his dad or maybe groceries for his mom... Avastir thought about an explanation as to why he wasAvastir brushed a hand through his hair in frustration. His parents couldn't be fooled to easily. It was a miracle they let it slide when he would come home drenched and have an excuse as 'I slipped'.

Avastir sighed deeply. A bit bored, maybe he could talk to someone. His alone time was over whenever he got bored so he continued on hoping to look for some teenager to talk to only to find the Red headed girl and the Blonde haired boy talking with each other. Avastir wasn't going to interfere so he just leaned up against the wall of the building and occasionally glanced in he direction of the two.

He wasn't trying to stalk them or anything in that subject. He was only curious as to what the two were doing. They appeared to have peaked his interest somewhat. You don't just run into the same people in a city like this. "Hmm, must be a smaller world than I think..." He mumbled to himself.

Avia looked at Fauna. "Thank you," she said when Fauna went to go close the window.

"I've been playing for as long as I can remember. Even before art and music was banned," she said, answering her question.

She continued to play what she was playing.

But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
over again
Don't make me change my mind
I won't live to see another
I swear it's true

Because a girl like you's impossible to find
You're impossible to find.

Then Avia played the instrumental break, loosing herself once again in the music.

((It's all good, this RP seems to be dying and it makes me sad))

Pan walked the perimeter of the instrument-packed room. Her eyes scanned them until they rested on... an electric guitar. It was maroon, just like... Memories and memories came flooding back to her, but her face displayed a wistful smile as she made her way to it and picked it up, sliding the pick from between the strings. A song came to her, one she had played many a time. A rock opera. She plugged it in and sat on the amp. There, for the first time in half a year, Pan played the guitar. The beginning was a bit of a warmup for the difficult part, but Pan had been imagining the fingerings ever since the destruction of her old guitar. She was pleased that it didn't sound as bad as she had expected. The notes flowed from her fingers, happy to be back in that special place upon the long lost instrument. Pan spaced out, her fingers doing all the work, her brain doing nothing but observing as the song progressed. 

Fauna smiled when Pan seemed to have found an instrument she seemed to know of. She listened as the notes of music seemed to fuse together forming one melody. To others, all the music would seem obnoxious but to Fauna and the others they seemed just beautiful. Fauna then got an idea. "oh! Maybe we could all come back here tomorrow and throw a...music fest! or something like that. We don't have school tomorrow and I'm pretty much free on Saturday's so... we could have almost like a party!" fauna jumps a little bit and turns to Avia. "what do you think?"

Oh, how the irony killed her! Anaee's eyes peered upwards at him as he gave her that blank expression, and after what had seemed like forever, he turned around. Anaee let out a silent sigh, her eyes lowered, almost knowing that we were going to say. ".. I know a small cafe on the end of my street." Her heart pounding joyfully at his words as he resumed his walking; she stumbled to catch up to him before giving him a smile once she was at his side. “My name is Anaee Randings.” Her smile was too wide to try to hide it and anyone could tell that if something else good had happened, she’d probably explode.

Her head slightly bobbed back and forth, her eyes gazing across the streets. “S-So what’s the name of the café? What’s your favorite food there?” Anaee was just too happy to stay in silence. Her eyes once again, gazed over the surroundings around them, it was then, where she saw the familiar face; at first, she hadn’t recognized where she had seen him, but she was sure that she had seen him before. Her eyes drifted to Erlin back to the black haired boy; she repeated this for a while before some sparks clicked in her head. She stumbled towards the right before raising her hand and waving towards the black haired boy- already assuming that Erlin wouldn’t mind another joining the party; she was paying for the food anyways.

Like always, Anaee had that crooked little grin on her face; she was happy that she was making friends. She hoped that the black haired boy would also join them for lunch. Because Anaee was almost, always busy, either doing her own thing, or associating with what family business she had, she didn’t really make some time to make friends; though, when she did, she was more than ecstatic to do whatever she wanted with them. “W-Would you like to join us for lunch?” Her voice was a bit nervous, but more sound and confident than before, when they had met in the streets. Her smile was still wide as she tried to keep up with Erlin, and wait for Avastir at the same time.

Avia looked at Fauna as if she was crazy. "What? Don't you think we would be heard?" she said, even though she really liked the idea.

Honestly, Avia's head was forming a band. But she didn't want them all to get in trouble on her account, so she didn't voice her thoughts.

She heard a guitar being played and realized it was a tune she knew and began to accompany Pan with her piano playing.

She lost herself once again in the beauty of music, not really listening to anything anyone was saying anymore.

((Sorry it's short...I don't really have any ideas as of present. Just trying to keep it going :) ))

Erlin let out a sigh as she seemed to have brightened her mood from before, apparently excited. He could hear her make a stumbling sound over the ground before having a smile that was wide and seemed far too cheerful. A certainly bubbly and happy character, isn't she?[i] He couldn't help thinking to himself on how happy a girl she was if when people got along with her. Well, as 'getting along' as Erlin could try to accomplish. He felt extremely awkward in the presence of this girl who seemed to be ready to explode out of pure joy. [i]“My name is Anaee Reddings.” She introduced herself, and he paused before replying back, "Erlin. Erlin Sebille." Despite the quiet tone he had, he carefully pronounced his name with every syllable that was meant to be pronounced with each odd sound that didn't always seem to match up with the letters.

He kept walking, face forward, a slight tilt towards his new apparent companion as she cheerfully made conversation. “S-So what’s the name of the café? What’s your favorite food there?” Erlin sighed inwardly, keeping a straight face outwards. Why couldn't she be quiet, and just merely be happy to herself? Not everyone shared his same ideals, and so, he had to deal with it. He was, after all, the one who brought this onto himself. "The cafe's name is Shori Kibe. I don't have a favorite." He doesn't bother to politely ask her if she had a favorite. They continue walking, and she seems to have gone quiet. Erlin, not minding the sudden bout of silence, keeps walking forward, but stops when he hears the girl call out to someone. “W-Would you like to join us for lunch?” He stops to turn around, ready to ask as to just what was she doing, before catching sight of the black haired boy from earlier. He's merely staring. What.. Is everyone stalking each other all of a sudden? He quickly shoos those thoughts away, as it was quite rude. ".. Really, small world this is." He states, sighing, unaware that he had meant for that to be thought instead of spoken, but doesn't really think too much on it.

He watches Anaee waving her arm at the black haired boy, who seems to have been a distance away. Erlin walks ahead, but he stops to wait for the girl after walking away several steps. He had invited her to go the damn cafe, after all. He was just resisting the urge to just go ahead and leave her behind, but he can't find himself to put his legs to do it. The sad expression on the girl's face earlier kept coming to mind. That girl must be some sort of demon in disguise to have acting skills like that. Whatever it is she's after, it better be worth it, and quick. He shoves his hands in his pockets, the bag still being awkwardly held. He slouches slightly, straightening his arms and legs that tilt slightly while he's standing, balancing on the ground with slightly shaky posture, as he tries to stuff his face into the over-sized scarf of his again. This slow torture is killing me. Had better damn be worth trying to kill me over. Had he forgot to mention that he wasn't really in a good mood today? He glances over to the horizon where the sun was still present, no expression easily told was present in his eyes that were beginning to dull over. So much sun and light..

"get caught?" Fauna said in complete shock before laughing. "hah! the government has completely forgot about this place. Not to mention it's in the middle of scenic no where." She chuckles. If someone were to tell on us or we lead them directly to this place then we won't get caught. as long as we keep the music a bit lower than it will all be fine." Fauna says in delight.

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Amusement was the first emotion to be felt when he saw the red headed girl appear in front of him. “W-Would you like to join us for lunch?” He heard the girl say. His eyes darted to the girl to the boy. "I don't know. I don't want to interrupt...something that you two were doing..." Avastir says slowly. "But I could go for a drink to get my mind off the skirmish that I had ran into." He thought for a moment. "Well, I think it's up to your friend to decide if I should come or go." He said. He wasn't trying to get them angry nor make them feel uncomfortable, it's just someone never gets to see this often. Plus, he needed some friends anyway.

As Fauna spoke, Pan stopped playing abruptly and looked out the window. It was evening. Would her sister...? No. Of course not. The Harpy Known As Serafine wouldn't dare meddle in Pan's business... unless it got Pan in trouble. She'd done a pretty good job of hiding her art from her twin before, but now that she found a base of operations? Did she dare risk it? Pan frowned. Of course she would. She would most certainly die for the cause.

"I don't know. I don't want to interrupt...something that you two were doing..." Anaee’s eyes peered up at him for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out what he meant by that comment; it was only about a moment later that she had gotten what he had said and a slight hue of pink shaded over her cheeks. “N-No, we were just having lunch! That’s why I invited you as well…” As she said that, Anaee puffed her cheeks and lips out, as if she was pouting about the subject- her face soon became normal and she grew quiet as he continued speaking.

"But I could go for a drink to get my mind off the skirmish that I had ran into." She couldn’t help but to get a bit more excited as he spoke about coming; her head nodding crazily to his words. "Well, I think it's up to your friend to decide if I should come or go." Anaee couldn’t help but to turn her head and expand her eyes a bit in a pleading way; she looked more like a pathetic puppy than a small girl now. The thought, More the Merrier, right?, was stamped across her forehead in an obvious way as she stared at Erlin. Before Erlin could properly respond, her head swung back towards the black haired boy.

“By the way, I’m Anaee Randings.” Her innocent, oblivious smile was planted on her face. Not only had she met one new friend, but another! Today was going to be great, Anaee could already tell- not only was the day been good so far, but she just had good feelings about. Her cheeks soon matched the color of her cherry red hair as her smile only grew wider; hoping that Erlin would accept the invitation- maybe she could learn something new about her new friends. Oh, how was this exciting! Anaee started to fidget as she started to think of jokes that could break the silence that maybe ahead of her- the first thing that came to her mind was the jokes the maids back at home often told.

She never really knew what they meant, but they would laugh on and on about certain things; her eyes squinted together as she started to think and try to remember them- hoping that she could get every word of them.

"I don't know. I don't want to interrupt...something that you two were doing..." Erlin could've tripped over thin air for that. No! Please! Interrupt us as you please!! Make it less awkward than it should be! He tries to reason with himself as he's stuck between which outcome was more tolerable, having to be alone with one person, that one person being an Anaee Randings, or having to interact with two people, with one who was a bit more likable. Anaee had terribly devilish and easily convincing 'acting abilities'. “N-No, we were just having lunch! That’s why I invited you as well…” Erlin raised his brow at the statement, hoping that she'd somehow retract that statement and rephrase it somehow. She made it almost seem as if they were.. He shuddered slightly. He couldn't bring himself to imagine it..

"But I could go for a drink to get my mind off the skirmish that I had ran into." Erlin watched as the crazy red-haired girl was shaking her head excitedly to his words as he could only wonder as to what skirmish he was referring to. "Well, I think it's up to your friend to decide if I should come or go." Anaee couldn’t help but to turn her head and expand her eyes a bit in a pleading way; she looked more like a pathetic puppy than a small girl now. The thought, More the Merrier, right?, was stamped across her forehead in an obvious way as she stared at Erlin. Before Erlin could properly respond, her head swung back towards the black haired boy.

Erlin's lips were beginning to turn into a thin line as he sunk into a more blanker and blanker expression. Don't leave this up to me! He knew that he wasn't the most social person on the planet, but he was aware that having to decide decisions like these were of situations that he rather usually avoided. Why did I say yes again..? .. Oh, yes, the girl's expression. Curse my humanity.

As she introduced herself to the blacked-haired boy, he remained stoic, and in his fit of panic, he unknowingly said a loud without too much thought, "it's quite alright." He isn't able to retract his statement before Anaee becomes excited again. Erlin just stiffly stands awkwardly, as he tried to positively try to reassure himself, bringing himself to try to smile a tightly drawn, small smile, by trying to think of what rations he would need to bring into his room and how well should he lock himself in. .. Perhaps forever? ".. More, the merrier, right?" He nods. Erlin doesn't even want to think about how choppy and incredibly awkward that made him. He awaits for the black-haired boy to catch up with Anaee and him, so they may get this done and over with. Vaguely, he feels the race of an electronic device that contained some previous computer codes for future use in his pocket, and reminds himself to begin working on the design he had been originally out for as soon as possible - ah, the cafe would be suitable enough. .. Let's get going, shall we?