08-05-2018, 02:05 PM
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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
As soon as the papers went flying, Hazel's hands flew to her mouth. It was near comedic, almost perfectly dramatic with the way they rained down. It kind of made Hazel want to laugh, if she wasn't so horrified of what she'd done.
"Sorry, Moon - I -" She made a grab for a paper, barely hopping up on her toes to reach it. She brought it to her chest, smoothing it out, pausing when Moon spoke. Barely had she heard him use her real name, which was odd, because she had absolutely no idea where the nickname Nuts had come from. Part of her wanted to feel affronted by it, as many negative connotations that came with it. But the way Moon used it was purely name-based, no malicious feelings intended.
Hazel blinked at him, trying to figure out what he was getting at. He looked exhausted, his eyes near glassy with it. His hands were covered in dirt and grime from his work. Hazel wanted to ask when he had last gotten a good night's sleep, before remembering she probably had a similar look in her eye.
Her eyes widened at his gesture of indifference, and she flashed through the amount of people that could be suffering if Moon lost or mixed up their files. Then it occurred to her that Moon wouldn't care if he couldn't do something about it already. Therefore, the files were...excessive, for memory purpose only. Maybe. Hopefully.
"That's - I hope you're good at your job, then." A smile twitched against the corners of her mouth. She bent over, reaching for another paper. "It's a shame about those biscuits, though." Hazel finally lowered herself to her knees, tucking a stray curl behind her ear as she collected more of the scattered files, trying to keep them away from Arion's hooves.
Then Moon sat, rather abruptly, radiating a certain level of faintness. Hazel glanced up, brow furrowing. "Yeah, sure, you can sit." Not that she needed to give him permission, or that he was even looking for it. "You okay, Moon? You look a little..." She trailed off as he spoke again, smiling a little belatedly at his tease. "Yeah, My Little Pony stuff. Arion likes the shine of the - yeah, the gems." She reached for the ground, hovering her hand over the earth, stretching the tips of her fingers. A shard of amber popped up, pressing against her fingertips. "I'm trying to learn how to control an emotion-based power which...isn't easy. At all." She sighed, crossing her legs. "How are you, Moon? You look kind of exhausted."
"Sorry, Moon - I -" She made a grab for a paper, barely hopping up on her toes to reach it. She brought it to her chest, smoothing it out, pausing when Moon spoke. Barely had she heard him use her real name, which was odd, because she had absolutely no idea where the nickname Nuts had come from. Part of her wanted to feel affronted by it, as many negative connotations that came with it. But the way Moon used it was purely name-based, no malicious feelings intended.
Hazel blinked at him, trying to figure out what he was getting at. He looked exhausted, his eyes near glassy with it. His hands were covered in dirt and grime from his work. Hazel wanted to ask when he had last gotten a good night's sleep, before remembering she probably had a similar look in her eye.
Her eyes widened at his gesture of indifference, and she flashed through the amount of people that could be suffering if Moon lost or mixed up their files. Then it occurred to her that Moon wouldn't care if he couldn't do something about it already. Therefore, the files were...excessive, for memory purpose only. Maybe. Hopefully.
"That's - I hope you're good at your job, then." A smile twitched against the corners of her mouth. She bent over, reaching for another paper. "It's a shame about those biscuits, though." Hazel finally lowered herself to her knees, tucking a stray curl behind her ear as she collected more of the scattered files, trying to keep them away from Arion's hooves.
Then Moon sat, rather abruptly, radiating a certain level of faintness. Hazel glanced up, brow furrowing. "Yeah, sure, you can sit." Not that she needed to give him permission, or that he was even looking for it. "You okay, Moon? You look a little..." She trailed off as he spoke again, smiling a little belatedly at his tease. "Yeah, My Little Pony stuff. Arion likes the shine of the - yeah, the gems." She reached for the ground, hovering her hand over the earth, stretching the tips of her fingers. A shard of amber popped up, pressing against her fingertips. "I'm trying to learn how to control an emotion-based power which...isn't easy. At all." She sighed, crossing her legs. "How are you, Moon? You look kind of exhausted."
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