us, again

[eyecontact]

Date & Time: 8/16
Location: civic gardens
Characters: Syllona, Jericho
Summary: PLANT DATE
Warnings: teenagers


[he's done picking through the flowers for weeds today, pants already grimy from having wiped on them.

besides, if he needed to text more, it'd take too long to clean up again.

he sits, back against one of the bare, sickly trees close enough to where he's been working, idly scratching at the latest page in his sketchbook. it's frustrating, how little he can make look right, but he's not so frustrated now.

more...anxious, really.

he's waiting for somebody.]

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[eyecontact]

[a full minute is nearly enough to ease out of that surprise, and well enough to stop worrying about himself.

his mouth quirks a little at her remark, and he gently pats her shoulder. curious as he is, there's no real reason to say much of anything. sometimes people just needed to let bad energy out, right?]

[lexiconning]

[ That gets just the ghost of smile out of her. She raises a hand up to her shoulder and holds onto his. ]

Thanks.

[ Said solemnly, but she hopes it's enough for him to know how much this all means. ]

[eyecontact]

[he can...kind of. he's not the sort to think what he does has that much of an impact, but he does know how much it means to have someone around to vent, to hug...considering how rare it used to be for him.

he's settled down, content to sit there as long as she wants, fidgeting only a little to keep his leg from falling asleep.]

[lexiconning]

[ There's only been one other person she's ever gone to for comfort like this. This kind of proximity.

Now that the fear has passed, it occurs to her that the proper thing to do would be move away again but... well, he's warm. And Jericho doesn't seem bothered.

A happier topic would do them both good, though. ]

Do you...draw all the time?

[eyecontact]

[the unoccupied hand settled on his lap lifts after a moment's hesitation. held out flat, it gives an uncertain shake. he's not sure how to convey sometimes totally right like that...and he's not sure sometimes is actually the right answer.]

[lexiconning]

Hm. [ She nudges a small, budding flower with just the tip of her foot. Nodding out to it. ]

Just a hobby? Or, um, like when you want something peaceful to do.

[eyecontact]

[he thinks about that for a moment before sending his hand out for the book partly in question. he snags it by its spiral binding and pulls it onto his lap, yanking the pencil out of the coils and flipping pages – not frantically; she's allowed to see – to one with less clutter.

he writes:]

It helps me think and put things in order usually