[CENTER][COLOR=ffc725][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][img]https://i.postimg.cc/t4fcgypB/Be-Funky-collage-1.jpg[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=ffc725][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]The Beach[/I] - [I]Pacific Royal Campus[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=ffc725][b]Welcome Home #1.036:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Not a Joke[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=ffc725][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][indent][sub][color=ffc725][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR][I] No one in particular[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=ffc725][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [COLOR=GRAY][I]Do or Do Not, There is no Try[/I][/color][/right][/SUP][/indent]


[COLOR=GRAY]Mei was flabbergasted. Rory thought that her asking him to the dance was a joke. She tried to see if he was pulling a fast one on her, and was actually pranking her for some reason, but his expressions along with the way he behaved made it such that he was serious in thinking that she was just joking by asking him out to the dance. That was inconceivable. The fact that he thought of such a thing. The devil on her shoulder telling her that if Haven had asked him the very same thing, he would have never treated it as a joke. The Angel on her shoulder agreed with the devil, which made Mei fumed internally although she tried her best not to express it visibly, keeping an awkward smile as she made her way back to her spot on the towel. As an idea of how she could convey the message of her not being a joke to Rory came to mind, she instantly got to work. Filling up a spool that she retrieved from a small bag beside her, she filled it up with her organic silk. Once that spool was full, out came the knitting needles from the bag as well, and Mei started working on hand knitting a towel for Rory.

Her plan? To hand make a face towel for Rory with the words “Not a Joke” embroidered on them, so that hopefully the message would be clear enough when he looked at the towel. That was of course if Rory didn’t throw the towel after receiving it or stash it somewhere and never look at it ever again. It was simply a chance she had to take, and Mei would try anything.

As the others went back to change for the evening ahead, so did she, returning to the beach dressed in a yellow hoodie and a pair of comfortable orange coloured track pants. She chose an empty spot at the campfire that Lorcán and the others were beginning to set up and resumed knitting intensely again hoping to get this little project done before something else came up to ruin her plans again. As the evening deepened, the group began to talk about their future careers after graduating from PRCU. As the others began to speak, Mei’s gaze continued to focus between her own work and that of Rory and his actions from her spot directly opposite Rory and Haven. 

As he began to show signs of affection towards Haven, not a single moment was left unseen by Mei’s eyes. Annoyance bubbled deep within her so much so that she paused her knitting to very quickly flick a small ball of silk over Rory and Haven’s heads in exasperation. Despite the annoyance rising within her, her visage remained stoic, and flashing a smile should anyone catch her gaze. Internally, her confidence had been eroding over time. Despite her best efforts, Rory had never behaved like that to her. That was one of the reasons why she wanted to complete her little project in front of her as well, before she lost her nerve to carry on. Steeling herself, she remained silent for the time being well her friends continued to speak about their plans for their future career paths.

After Banjo spoke up, Mei finally felt that it was time for her to contribute to the conversations as well. [color=ffc725][b]“I’ll be applying for the Royal Australian Air Force to pursue my dream to become a fighter pilot. I’m studying Culinary Arts in accordance with my parents’ wishes as a backup plan just in case being an airforce pilot doesn’t work out.”[/b][/color] 

Pausing for a brief moment, she then continued with gusto. 

[color=ffc725][b]“Of course, I’ll still be working to better the lives of all hypes everywhere, no matter where I am.”[/b][/color]
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