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Outfit of the Day

Dialogue – #D35400 ║ Thought – #949627

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Luka leaned back a bit as Adira handed her notebook over to Tahlia, as if he could maybe get a glance at one of the drawings from his spot, and he did, in fact. From what he could see, it seemed like she was most definitely quite the artist. The sketch was pretty, neat, and nicely done. He couldn't help but hope that maybe him and Adira would get along, with the both of them liking things in the arts area, even if they seemed much different from each other.

Luka couldn't help but let out a laugh as Kamael mentioned them being like the X-men, and then shot a grin in the nervous brunette's direction. "Maybe we kind of are like them, I mean, we've got the weird abilities and stuff. But I don't think we'll be fighting off villains or other crazy people like they have to, or at least I don't think so. This is just a support group." He let out another laugh. Kamael, he liked too. Even with his skittish, nervous look, he seemed to be a nice person. He wouldn't mind getting up on becoming a friend to him, or at least trying. At Kamael's second comment, he let out another quieter, more controlled laugh. "I guess you could say that, huh?" He looked back down at his hand for a moment.

As Adira asked him the question about his photography, he quickly looked back up. "Oh! Um..." He paused for a moment, thinking about the question. "I kind of do a little bit of everything, I guess. I mostly prefer to photograph landscapes, and just the outdoors, occasionally animals if I find a shot good enough or if it seems cool, because those can make some of the coolest pictures. They're just so pretty, you know? Though, I've found it rather fun to take pictures of people too, lately." He smiled. "I've kind of found that pictures of people can tell stories much better than a flower usually can." He shrug, and his smile turned into a somewhat sheepish grin, while his hand moved up to rub the back of his head in slight awkwardness. "Don't mind anything I really said, I kind of got carried away." He said, letting out a small laugh.

Location: S/A Meeting
Mood: Content
Outfit: This
Dialogue Code: #04664A
Thought Code:#4080BF


"S-So, are we like the X-Men." Kamael said

The one named Kamael said quietly. Adira smiled at the nervous young man. She studied the interaction between Kamael and Luka’s exchange. She realized quite quickly that Luka was a kind soul. He did his best to sooth and interact with Kamael who seemed a tad bit more uncomfortable than herself. She smiled at him reassuringly.

"Maybe we kind of are like them, I mean, we've got the weird abilities and stuff. But I don't think we'll be fighting off villains or other crazy people like they have to, or at least I don't think so. This is just a support group." Luka said

Adira laughed as she thought it over, they could definitely be the X-Men if they tried.

“Awe darn, here I was thinking that we would be battling the terrible popcorn guy down the street for daring to give out that horrendous food.” Adira said teasingly with a giggle.

"Oh! Um…I kind of do a little bit of everything, I guess. I mostly prefer to photograph landscapes, and just the outdoors, occasionally animals if I find a shot good enough or if it seems cool, because those can make some of the coolest pictures. They're just so pretty, you know? Though, I've found it rather fun to take pictures of people too, lately. I've kind of found that pictures of people can tell stories much better than a flower usually can. Don't mind anything I really said, I kind of got carried away." Luka said responding to her question.

“No! No! Don’t apologize…I admire your passion.” Adira said with a smile. She herself tended to get wrapped up in her own work and lose herself for long periods of time. She clawed at each moment, as she attempted to hold on to her own spark.

“If there is one secret to living life it is passion: passionate love, passionate hate, passionate hope, passionate joy, passionate work, passionate play, passionate pain and despair. Feel things from the tips of your fingertips, to the center of your soul. Live your life so that you may, in the end, be able to sit around a table and eat, drink, and be merry with your family and friends and tell stories. That's where your happiness is, in the ability to laugh at your life and cling to it dearly at the same time.” Adira said with a smile. It was something she had been told by a friend once long ago.

“They have their own life to them. Plants, albeit a little less lively, have their own beauty. I too find joy in drawing people and animals though.” She said with a smile to Luka.