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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

The anti-noise charm cast upon the walls and floor of Alex's room was certainly effective - she didn't even hear her brother slam the house's front door on the way out. Perhaps it was for the best, as he didn't hear her throw her copy of 'Branding: In Five and a Half Steps' across the room. It collided with her bed's headrest with a loud smacking sound before falling harmlessly onto her pillow.

Jamie knew better than anyone that she needed to pull her own weight, or else she'd be back where she was back when they first moved to Narragyambie. The fact he frequently nudged her to do otherwise incensed her, more so during one of her infamous work stretches. One could argue the current one was misplaced and had gone for way too long, but she wouldn't listen. She wanted to pay for Christmas gifts for everyone out of her own pocket, and she wouldn't have her twin cover for it. Why was that so hard to understand?

She used both hands to rub her own face, trying to calm herself down and spark some life into her system. She felt exhausted, having not slept well in ages, nor eaten properly. Time was of the essence. The more commissions she could get through, the more money she'd receive. The more money she'd receive, the more she'd have to spend on everyone's little treats.

She grabbed her Wacom tablet again, as well as its pen, and got back to work. She would straight up refuse to attend the holiday celebrations if she couldn't get to her goal, and there was nothing Jamie could do about it. She'd just have to ignore her intense stomach rumbling, crippling exhaustion and burning eyes until she was done.

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VMU Students ☆ 4th Year VMU Student/Secret ViolinistGuest
20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

It hadn't taken long for Cole to arrive after Jamie's sudden message on Quillbook. Though, he found it quite ironic that he'd pegged her over-worked nature towards him - the guy suffered the very same issues just in a different venue. He pressed the key into the door knob and turned it with a soft sigh that flowed. "What am I going to do with the two of you. . .? Going to end up making me worry or die trying to break these unnecessary habits. . ." If only they could see a single person didn't have to provide all, that the 'weight' had always been there to be shared between family. 

He'd also figured it'd been time to pay her back for the effort she'd made to bring him food and instead of just using magic to make it easy? He actually went out a bought it from a legitimate Muggle place. A well designed breakfast of pancakes, lightly buttered toast, several strips of bacon and sausage, and freshly squeezes non-pulp orange juice. After all, who -really- liked pulp? It was just the kind of thing a person dealt with because it'd already been there.  

The young man didn't even bother to try calling out for Alex, considering the anti-sound charm that'd been on her room. It did make him wonder why she'd need it, of course, the kind of work she'd did do probably required a strong silence for concentration and the power of noise could always be extremely distracting. He simply went straight to her room and clasped his hand around the door knob and gently opened it up and kept his voice as a calm tone. "Hey there, Alex." Then pushed it fully opened and walked in while closing the door behind himself. "Man, you look like you've been at this for ages. I bet you haven't even eaten at all yet. Brief break, maybe? I have some breakfast stuff, pretty good for energy.

How would he even pull her away from all of her work? He wasn't sure but he had to try something. It wouldn't be good for her health if she keep going full on press like she'd been. "Hadn't seen you as often as usual, so stopped on by to check on you and see how you're doing." He didn't put the food anywhere near her working desk, just in case she'd get angry at the sight of it even being near her hard effort. Instead, he'd place it on the floor away from anywhere that it could be knocked over unless some effort had been made to do so. That's when he noticed the book that'd been thrown at the wall before his arrival and he picked it up. 

A gentle dusting and checking to make sure the pages weren't entirely bent out of shape. "Branding ideas? Have some kind of advertisement plan you need to do?"

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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

Of course, Alex hadn't heard Cole come into the house at all. Right up until the man walked in, she kept on drawing and redrawing the stupid logo that kept getting rejected over and over and over again, occasionally muttering a string of expletives towards the client from hell that decided to hire her services. However, that all came to a halt the moment she heard a small click, signaling her own bedroom door had been opened.

"Jamie, I swear to god--" As she turned to the door, all too ready to tell her own brother to eat a shoe (as well as far less kind things), the words died in her mouth as she saw her cousin instead. The anger stopped for a moment - but just for that one moment. It was soon back in full force as seen by the annoyance of her gaze. Had Jamie sent him? Didn't Cole know she loathed being interrupted? She could feel herself gripping the electronic pen a bit more than she probably should.

He just went on and on, and she didn't bother replying to any of it. Instead, her face contorted further and further in irritation as he went on, not really caring for a single word. By the time he picked up the book, she was just done.

"Are you done?" She snapped, glaring at the man - wholly undeservedly so. She HATED when someone took her attention from work, no matter the reason.

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VMU Students ☆ 4th Year VMU Student/Secret ViolinistGuest
20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

When Alex had turned around, Cole just wore a wide smile as if to be a mote of good news after all he wasn't Jamie. That meant he would be mildly spared from whatever thrashing that his cousin would have gotten but had been well aware it didn't place himself out of the firing line. He still had the difficult job of it all and realized how much of an unlucky bastard he'd been to get settled with this particular mission out of the idea of a misconception. The ever watchful gaze of annoyance that radiated off of the young woman had been noticed but he'd chosen to try and mentally avoiding it if only to keep himself constantly moving through his attempt to try and get her to be a bit more interactive. Which had been to no benefit in that endeavor as a response of sharply returned towards him from her. 

A small hum resonated in him and he bit the inside of his lips with a small frown that formed. She'd been much more intense than he last remembered when it came to things that she'd chosen to hyper focus on. That didn't do well for her shining personality that he'd been much more accustomed towards on a daily basis. "Not really. . . ?" He spoke in a soft uncertainty that'd been an inflection of a question to a question. He wasn't sure how to really lead into what had been wrong and there had been enough to really pick at in things that he'd wanted to address. He closed the book lightly and handed it towards her with an eyebrow that raised upwards with an inquisitive gaze that stared down at his seemingly stressed cousin. He'd heard she would react in a very unfavorable way but hadn't expected it to be anything like that. "You need to eat, Alex. If you focus too much without nurturing yourself, you're going to end up being a lot more hurt in the long run.

Cole smiled fondly towards her, clearly not offended by the way she'd snapped at him as he leaned forward and gently pressed his hand to her forehead to check if she'd potentially been working herself to an illness. "How long have you been working yourself like this? Have you even taken a break or some kind of breather to try and relax yourself a bit?" He wasn't privy of just how bar this particular bout of workaholic had been and sought to understand the full extent of what he'd been working against and had to make a plan on the fly on how to actually handle getting her some fresh air that didn't involve sitting in a chair, hunched over and pushing herself for Merlin know's what reason. "Don't need to make that kind of annoyed face either. Can you really say you wouldn't be worried about me if I did the same thing?

 

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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

"T-That's...!" Alex started to protest, although it was halfhearted at that point - she was very annoyed indeed, but the guilt trip worked like a charm. The very thought of her beloved cousin doing the same thing made her stomach turn. She ultimately pointed her electronic pen at him in an accusatory manner. "Cole, for god's sake, that's a low blow, man! A low blow! Fucking hell..." She shuddered lightly. It was the one thing that actually got to her in a bad way those days, a loved one in distress. 'Stupid Cole and him knowing every blasted thing about me...'

She spun back in her chair to face her desk and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She really, really could use a walk at the moment, but she didn't have time for one to just kick back and relax and let all that pressure fade away. At the same time, she was only going to get nagged into complying by her cousin, knowing him - it was that persistence that got through her so many years ago, after all, and he'd surely have no trouble getting through to her at this point. It seemed that all that was left for her to do presently was to talk and hope it wouldn't eat up too much time.

"...Okay, fine." She finally spoke, and let the pen fall off her hand. It landed with a light thud upon the desk before she turned to face Cole once again, opening her eyes and furrowing her eyebrows in a pained expression. "It's been... a week? I'unno, haven't kept track. I'm on a bit of a deadline here, so make it quick. My client's waiting." 'Please.'

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VMU Students ☆ 4th Year VMU Student/Secret ViolinistGuest
20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Guilt, that wasn't one of his most liked strategies to use on his cousins but it'd been the one thing that had made them stall and that was something he needed from them at times. At the very least it gave him the chance to explain his own view on the effects that their own actions held on him. "Luckily for me? I'm no boxer, can't get called for a foul on low-blows." Even with that kind of hit delivered his smile held its usual bright disposition which had been in opposition to the ease from frustration sigh that exhausted from his nostrils. "And when two of the most important people in the world to you get a bit reckless, you learn to get a bit dirty to make sure that they're not going on that harsh crash course." It'd been that weird momentum, the effort that they put in had always been out of care and nurture. Even knowing that it didn't sit well with him that they killed themselves for it, they could all manage to some how find their path without wearing the proverbial weight of the world around their neck, right? 

As she turned around, his posture straightened from the way he'd been leaning slightly forward. Hands pressed into the depth of his pockets while he stared towards the flowing locks of brunette hair. It beckoned in his mind to consider asking if she'd even taken a shower but there were social lines he'd never cross on that level - Asking someone's age, questioning if they've even taken the time to break out of a working stupor to freshen up a bit. He couldn't even perceive just how long she'd been locked up in the room just stewing over a desk. What had been going through her mind? Had she been considering her next combative stance to try and beat him away so that she could work? 

It seemed to be the opposite of the thought that she'd resist, on some level anyways. "Alright!" His right arm made a pumped motion as if to score a major shot in some game-changing play. "A -WEEK-!? Mermaid's Beard. . ." The phrase he used had been to emphasize just how ludicrous he'd found that idea. He admired the sense of commitment that the woman held and at the same time hated what it had done to her as much as he hated that it took her away from her family and friends. Primarily, Himself, but everyone else too. Maybe now had been one of those moments he could break his usual social rules and lines that he tried not to cross. "Okay, so this is what -will- happen! You're going to take a very relaxing shower if you haven't yet. Then? We're going to blow this popsicle stand. I'm going to take you somewhere that will help you shake loose a bit.

He wasn't sure if -he- had been fully ready for what he'd sought to introduce her too. But ever since the first time they'd been more intimate with one another, those kind of walls had been weakened vastly enough for him to consider this kind of a road. "Maybe some fun and excitement might actually help you out too. I promise there is your favorite food in it too. I'll even hand make it myself." For her? He wouldn't use magic, as much he expected it made her feel, he wanted to give her that idea of 'Normalcy' that could bring comfort. 

 

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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

The cartoonist's eyebrow raised in mild annoyance as Cole acted like a work spree was the end of the world, in her point of view. Plus, Mermaids's Beard? She had heard Jamie say some weird things based on his time with wizardkind, but that was a first. Did mermaids have beards? Perhaps she could use that little idea in the next comic she had to d--

No. She had to leave work behind at the moment. She owed Cole that much, after all. She inhaled deeply as he continued, trying to keep the bubbling anger at the interruption at bay while giving him a chance. Unfortunately, given how far he was pushing things from the get go, Alex was starting to regret it.

"I'm not going anywhere." She wasn't going to budge on that. She knew it. He knew it. She was violently stubborn if she had to be, moreso with multiple deadlines hanging over her head - not to mention the reason why she was pursuing them in the first place, which was a deadline in itself. "Try again. I'm giving you a chance to talk here. I don't have time for anything else. So either get to talking or we're done here." She wasn't the type to be able to have fun when responsibilities were hanging over her head anyway, contrary to popular belief. "And I've already showered. I'm a workaholic, but I'm not that stupid."

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VMU Students ☆ 4th Year VMU Student/Secret ViolinistGuest
20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Difficult. 

Was he to expect anything less of his stubborn cousin? The edge of his finger rubbed at his right eyebrow in equal thought as much as frustration at the stonewall that had just been walked into. These had usually been the moments where he found himself in a position where he had less ideas on what to do but cared a bit too much to ever just 'give up' for the sake of an impasse. His mind needed to regroup and consider other avenues and bit by bit ease things through. "Giving me the chance?" Ouch, that stung a bit more than it should have. It made it sound more like he should be grateful that she even decided to halt her work to pay a moments attention on something else. A furrow of his brow and a soft hum resonated in his throat while his arms crossed tighter against his chest. "You know, I didn't pop in for my health and all. I popped in because I was worried about you - as you say - going into that workaholic's life or die trying bit. " He had to work through the intial sting and easily pushed it to the side. 

Personal issues he could channel towards a more productive path rather than letting it bite at him in a moment of what he had deemed a need to be addressed. "Sitting here just hunched over the desk? It isn't popping any ideas, right? If you never actually get out and try to revitalize your minds, to actually click out that stress no new ideas may pop. That and you'll only end up getting yourself more irritated." In which his hand extended out to showcase the current moment. "If you don't end up doing some moderating and balancing you're going to end up breaking, Alex. . ." A thought that made him physically cringe, much more of a harmful impact on him than the hastened tone that flowed from his cousin's mouth and contenance. "And maybe I don't really get it, the weight of the stress thats just clumped on your shoulders. But one thing I do know is that tossing yourself into a heavy load and a bunch of responsibilities is more of a hit on a personal level.

He still remembered his Tallygarunga days, sure he excelled but he'd been distant and tunnel focused. Friendships failed, stress ate at his mind and what had it all done for him? A very peculiar isolation in which he often didn't know up from down during the more quiet times of his day. "I want to help you try to get through this and since I don't have your suberb talent for this kind of creativity I am a bit at a loss on what else I can really do to help. And no, 'Staying out of your way' doesn't really help you in the long run." Very few things could be counted as a struggle for him to watch but being on the outside in a position where he couldn't actually be of any assistance grated on him in a way that he often tried to avoid with no success in that arena. "Do I have to make myself a Red Panda and hop around a bit?

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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

Alex pursed her lips and nodded as Cole repeated what she had just said - giving him a chance. She didn't do well when pressured at all. He knew that. She knew that. Jamie knew that. If they were going to get anywhere, he had to play his cards right or he'd be invariably shut out, even in simple conversation. And given that she did feel pressured - deadline and all - she was far more combustible than normal. One would need to proceed with caution.

She certainly wouldn't mind working with a red panda on her lap, but the crushing situation ultimately caused her to let out a sardonic laugh instead. "Ideas? Cole, I guarantee you my ideas aren't the problem here. Not one bit." Idea, after idea, after idea. Did she feel exhausted over milking her creativity so much? Yes, but at least she still had the juice to keep going. Fortunately mental blocks weren't something she was used to having, and couldn't really sympathize with her colleagues' complaints of lacking inspiration sometimes.

"It's this motherfucker who can't friggin'--" As she was cursing the client out, she slammed her hand horizontally against the desk in protest, as if wanting to sock the culprit in the face; of course, neither her muscles nor her bones liked that move too much. Reflexively she held the hand that had just struck the table in pain. "--God damn it! Ugh." She shook it somewhat, as if trying to get the pain to dissipate.

"...Clients from hell. Look it up." She opened and closed her hand in rhythmic intervals to get the blood flowing. 'Piece of crap, thank god I'll never meet you face to face...'

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VMU Students ☆ 4th Year VMU Student/Secret ViolinistGuest
20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

"So, just REALLY demanding." That seemed like something beyond the touch of needing to be inspired but had been an even greater reason to go into an environment where a person could just deflate all of the pent up rage and anger. "But you know, pushing yourself on that corporate hamster wheel will end up causing the sudden crash and burn." Almost as if on cue to his words her hand slammed against the desk and his lips parted to give a soft and gentle sigh with a shake of his head. The woman had been at some kind of limit that had been the best he could say but her link to it being the client directly gave him an idea. Either the person had been adding more demands or suddenly changing the demands but keeping the same deadline without any fair moving room on their part. 

Cole walked over towards Alex and grasped her hand gently and slid his wand out of his deep pocket and made a traced motion facing her hand, the pulsating shift between pain and the rushed blood vessels started to quell much quicker than it would have on its natural course. "You know me, can't leave you off in pain." His eyes lifted up and he gave a gentle and toothy smile towards her.  Then raised her hand up to kiss the back of it gently and then winked. "See? Good as new. Let me guess. . . The person can't keep to a single idea? Switches up faster than a political shit storm? Sound about right?

After massaging the woman's hand he started to move slowly down her arm to alleviate some form of stress physically. "It sounds like you need to let loose some how before going on. You don't want to get too angry that you start flipping on your client, right? That would just end up losing that contract. I mean, if I could, I'd go over there and charm something of his as a proper prank but... Not something I can do really."

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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

With the flick of a wand, Alex's pain started to fade away. Magic was truly an amazing thing, wasn't it? She opened and closed her fist a few more times, until the pain disappeared completely, at which point it was brought to Cole's lips. Her gaze followed curiously. How could he be so gentle with her when she pretty much tried to rip his head off verbally multiple times from the moment he walked in?

Tearing said gaze away from the man, her eyes got drawn to the screen of her computer. Using her free hand, she awkwardly reached for the computer mouse - it wasn't her dominant hand after all - and clicked over to the folder that contained the various logo concepts and modifications she made for her client. Wordlessly, she scrolled through for him to say as if to prove a point: the first few were named correctly, such as 'Draft 1', 'Draft 2' and so on. However, at some point, the names just developed into frustrated, passive aggressive sayings, or even long strings of expletives. They numbered in the dozens at that point, all in a couple day's work - from minor modifications to completely new things from the ground up.

She couldn't help but sigh out as her cousin further massaged her arm. Her head ended up leaning to the side until it pressed to his stomach. She then looked upwards, closing the eye closest to the man on reflex due to the proximity from his clothing. "...I just can't stay mad at you. How do you do that?" That in itself was frustrating. Perhaps it was just that she was too tired to be angry for too long at the time. Or maybe it was because Cole had been the one to approach her. Who knew? "Maybe... Half an hour's worth of rest. Sounds good?" Compromise. Then she'd be free to work herself to death.

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VMU Students ☆ 4th Year VMU Student/Secret ViolinistGuest
20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Cole wished he couldn't explain why even amongst all his frustration to try and get to the woman that his actions had shown the underlying care that had always trumped any negative feeling that may have started to build up. What had originally been thought as over-infatuation to himself with the sparks of jealousy out of not being able to, 'Have who he wanted', much like a child; After their first time being much more intimate than they had ever been it'd opened up the gateway to true realization. The one word in all of its true depth and meaning that he probably had been running away from since his time in Tallygarunga, no, not probably - definitely. He'd fallen in love with this woman and all of her crazy quirks, everything that he had fought against to try and help her towards a much healthier living had been all the things he also loved about her. 

It had all been part of who Alex was as a person, a Woman. With a capital W. 

His gaze followed hers as he stared at the computer screen, the various files being scrolled through amongst the browser that held all the files tucked inside of it. And as it progressed his eyes widen and lips parted slightly. "You have a very. . . Colorful vocabulary there." He peaked out in a humorous manner if only to give levity to the real heaviness of the demands. "You're right, it isn't anything to do with your idea factory pumping in your head." As he leaned in just a bit more to gain a better look at the multitude of designs a smile curved on his face. It held a genuine gleam of appreciation towards what he'd been witnessing. "These design's are really good, Alex. I mean, this is also coming from a guy who draws stick figures and calls it 'Art'. But I really like them.

He shrugged and his smile grew wide enough to reveal his teeth. "I like to say it's my good looks but you've never been swayed by looks. So, I bet it's more along the line that. . . We just understand each other when it all comes down to it. Sometimes you meet people and just instantly connect deeper than you think." The compromise probably would be the best he could pull out of her and he honestly need to pick his battles and count even the slightest step in the right direction as a proper win. Hands gently caressed the side of Alex's face and weaved a hand through her hair. "Sounds good, just remember if you work too long again I'll have to pop in. Maybe more as a Red Panda, I probably should have went with that approach first." Cole leaned in enough to press a soft tender kiss on the top of her forehead. "Just remember, your health and happiness is always important to me as much as mines is to you."

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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

"Mm." Alex produced a noise from her throat in agreement as Cole essentially repeated everything she had been saying up to then, and vocalized some of the things she had been thinking. There was no point of getting into it - it was a source of frustration. For the moment, her cousin was right. She needed to leave work behind, even if for just a little while. She could feel herself going crazy, and poor Cole was taking the brunt of the hit with the ensuing attitude. She needed to cool it, and fast.

It proved to be an easy task when the man decided to be so gentle with her. It was like a pacifier to her - a few sweet words and caresses and she was practically melting in his hands. Ever since he got through to her it had been like this, and he knew how to abuse that power; not that she minded, of course. That attention was not something she'd trade away for anything in the world, at least when it came from him.

She closed her eyes and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as her forehead received a kiss. "Yeah, yeah. You sure like pressing those guilt trip buttons. In any case, I think I prefer having 'Cole' here to a panda of any kind..." She could feel the burning gaze of the panda plush sitting on her bed, offended with the statement. "...And, you missed." She concluded, looking up at him from her seat once more. If she was going to relax, there was no harm in a little joke.

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20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

The greatest victory had been getting Alex to finally agree or at least that had been his view until it seemed she'd started to cool off just a bit further due to the gentle caresses he'd offered her. He never had it in himself to respond rigidness with rigidness, even if it had been like a nail punctured into the brain to him, even when it had been a difficult thing to bare. Words, response, and reactions that followed soon after were hardly ever the deserving or right response to others that would have given a much different and equally harsh response. It meant that the effort extended to those that had made a much more heavy mark on his heart would be given a much more vast ocean of sincerity. 

"Haha, good I beat out the panda cuteness! Not every button is a trip down guilt valley." A soft smile curved upwards. "Sometimes it's just me taking advantage of getting to tell you my own thoughts is all. I don't always get that chance when things are a bit heated or your attention is a bit divided or overly focused." He's never seen her with 'divided' attention but the way that he saw her interact with others had always been something he knew to call into question on whether or not it was the spark of jealousy or really the reaction he'd been seeing. 

Cole's smile grew brighter and yet held an even further softened countenance as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, a lingering one at that. All the while his hands slid to grasps hers and gently start to guide her to stand up in order for his arms to wrap around her waist and hold her in an intimate embrace. These moments he couldn't allow to pass either, choosing to take advantage of them when they presented themselves - to grab his 'silver spoon' for a selfish desire. "Mmm. . . How about now? Did I miss again? I might need to do some practice on hitting the target.

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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

Alex's eyes fluttered close once Cole descended, and she presented no resistance to the simple display of affection; in fact, she gleefully reciprocated it, it being the first display of such a thing she had the fortune of being in the receiving end of for as long as that little work spree of hers had gone on. She wasn't expecting it to last, and when it did, it definitely contributed to her relaxing. It was visible in her composure as she just let her body go against her chair, letting the tension in her tired muscled ebb away with the intimacy.

As they parted, she had a bit of a victorious smile on her lips. "I'm all for helping you with that 'target practice' of yours, but you said something about food earlier. If I'm giving you thirty minutes, I'd better eat first or else we'll get a tad bit too distracted, don't you think?" She didn't want to admit it, but she was very, very hungry. Hopefully her stomach wouldn't give away that plight. "And you get to tell me how your exams went while I chew. It all comes together."

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20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Cole could feel the presence of her body shift slowly, that had been an uplifting sign which caused the intimate embrace between the two of them to be deepened further. The color of his hair had started to change to a lightened pink, a sign of his heart seeping through the latent magic of his Metamorphmagi capabilities. Always literally wearing his heart on his sleeve for those that could understand and see it but had only been lucky in that Alex hadn’t yet understood the connotations of the color.

The moment hadn’t yet receded from his mind or his heart with her words lingering briefly before he could catch his mind back up to offer up a proper answer. It must have been the feeling of being addicted or at the very least high on someone’s presence. “Mmm. . .  You sure know how to push me in a position of making a rough choice. But you do need to eat more than you need kissing right now.” His head lightly canted towards the ‘peace offering’ he had brought along with him. “Besides, it just means I have to make up for all that target missing over the past few days after you’re done.” He’d planned for -more- than just the target practice as a means of mutual stress relief.

If hadn’t been for the necessity of having food than the thirty-minute window would have been filled with something quite recreational and active. Alas, food had been something he knew she needed to scarf down. “Take up your bounty, Milady. And listen to my tale of woes!” As he tried to build up for some dramatical theatrics it didn’t seem to take off the ground as easily as he expected it to be. “It wasn’t too bad. Transfiguration was an easy smash for me almost near cheating, really. But I think my Instructor noticed the real talent so that maybe factored into my final grade. Hopefully, not too badly.

Being what he had been wasn’t a bad thing, but it did draw notice and sometimes notice wasn’t a good thing. “And the final for the Magi-Tech Studies was a bit of a mind knocker.  A lot of things to keep in mind that the two worlds have invested in one another. That and the extensive studies of Magic and the more esoteric types of magic.

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Melbourne ☆ Cartoonist, Session DrummerKirupachi
22 year old Squib Human ☆ She/Her

As soon as Alex's eyes opened after the two shared the first kiss in what felt like ages, her gaze was greeted with a fundamental difference from the last time they were looking at him - his color changed again to the pink hue she saw all the time. Why change now? For a moment her gaze was quizzical, as if over-analyzing him; coming to the conclusion he just wanted to cheer her up with the brighter color, she let it go.

She reached into the bag he had brought with food, her hand seeking the nearest item that she could grab, retrieving it and opening it for consumption as he spoke. However, the further he went on, the more confusing things got - she wasn't at all knowledgeable about magical subjects, let alone their intricacies, and found herself wanting to take that question back.

"...Well, talent is good, right?" Not that she ever had any of it. "I knew you'd knock it outta the part, but having your instructor tell you that must be a nice little ego boost." She'd rather keep the conversation on Cole than go back to talking about how she was doing, lest her mood reverse and rush back to what it had been just a few moments before.

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20 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

When his own eyes opened, Cole caught the odd look on Alex's face with his own returning in the same fashion. Did he have something on his face now? He absentmindedly started to tap around his cheek as if there had been anything there could have been stuck to it. Like paper or some kind of crumb from some food eaten earlier, did he even eat earlier? No, that couldn't be it, he went straight out to grab her something. A brow furrowed for a moment in thought on what it could be which had caused his hair to dim away from the pink and return to its normal hue of dark brown. 

He'd been losing her, wasn't he? It hadn't escaped him that she hadn't been in the Wizarding world despite carrying the gene she couldn't perform magic. Which pretty much meant she was ostracized by the majority of those that would come across her, A squib wasn't something that people took to kindly in most magical communities. "Talent. . . -Can- be good, sure. But that also means a lot of people watch you and when you have certain talents? That means they watch you even more." He couldn't explain to her in just words how being a Metamorphmagi assisted in the art of Transfiguration to terrifying degrees. You knew the changes, it just had been apart of the psyche for so long that performing that branch was like breathing.  

"But it does mean I'm going towards my final year in VMU without a hitch. It's around this time I can start looking into research departments or areas that the Ministry may have. Good pay, if I managed to do a good job? Stable. A bit of a time drain. . ." He knew if he did get accepted and then moved on to a career in any Ministry department that the demands would be intense, sleepless nights, caffeine or energy drink imbibing. Probably even have to take it straight through an IV! "It also means a chance to see some of the things they are already trying to develop or understand too."

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