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[center][color=00ccff][h2]❀[u][b]Emma[/b][/u]❀[/h2][/color][/center]
Time: About 9:30-!0:00 pm
Location: Park Area in entertainment distract, Day 3
 
 
A flicker of his pencil, a small detail removed or even changed completely, all while sitting in one of the many spots the young man enjoyed. Killian bit his lip once again as a mental image slowly crept inside his mind’s eye. Most days the buyer would ask for a momentum of something. Whether it was for a deceased family member or perhaps maybe for a beloved pet animal. Rarely was it for something like this request. The person had contact the African American through his personal email which made this $159 drawing a bit stranger than the others. In truth he hated dealing with those who had gained his personal email address. Then again the human was grateful for having this job all together.
 
It wasn't uncommon for her to be out this late at night. Mostly because she wasn't always as aware what time it was because she was too wrapped up in whatever it was that she was doing. Like today. When she was caught up in this poem she was working on, sitting on a bench...somewhere, she honestly wasn't sure where, still too new to the city to really know her way around. But it had gotten dark, and while she'd noticed that, it hadn't fully made it through to her brain how late it was. She paused, mid thought, looking up from her tablet that she was working on and looking around her, blinking with a bit of confusion. “What?” she said aloud to herself. “When did that happen?”
 
At first Killian was confused at he glanced upwards from his work. An eyebrow shifting upwards, as if to mimic a normal person’s confused look. The man’s lips parted granted that ways had began to escape his voice box. A hand shifted the page he was working forward and cleared work space for a brand new drawing. A hand flickered upwards and then downwards making what would look like a guide for the guy’s newest interest.
 
A single circle was finally lightly scribbled in the middle of the page allowing the artist to add details. His focus was spited between the work and the unaware model. A few more scribbles were added, only to be erased just as fast, due to African American not liking how they turned out.
 
Emma shook her head gently, brushing back her wavy brown hair after she'd cleared the confusion from her mind. Sighing some, she went back to work, her brows furrowed slightly as she tried to think of the word that she was missing. She couldn't figure it out for the life of her and she sat back, looking skyward for some sort of inspiration. There was the beginning of a nagging sense that someone was watching her, but she didn't think anything of it.
 
The sudden movement of his model would have made him frown though with her looking upwards towards the seemed to have added something,. Maybe it was her natural beauty being highlighted in the light. Or perhaps it was that the young woman was mainly lost in her own world that added a pleasant vibe to this new piece. In truth the guy didn’t know.
 
He shifted in his seat while staring at her. His figure slightly slumped forwards. [color=#FFDAB9]]“ Pennies for you thoughts Miss?”[/color] Killian asked in a calm and polite tone.
 
Emma looked back down and blinked at him a little confused. She hadn't noticed him nearby before. Or more accurately, she had, but not thought anything of it. “Oh ummm,” she started, laughing at herself softly. “It's ah...it's nothing really. Just stuck on a word I can't seem to think of.”
 
[color=#FFDAB9]“ Perhaps I can help you Miss. I might not be the best at words but I can still try.”[/color] The young man said with a smile.
 
She laughed and shook her head some. “It's alright,” she replied with a kind smile. “I'll either figure it out or I won't. It's just a jumble of thoughts as it is so trying to explain it to you would be more of a challenge I think. But thanks for the offer still.”
 
The young man nodded in response.[color=#FFDAB9]] “ Alright then please do tell me if I’m able to.”[/color] The guy once again continued to sketch. After a few moments of silence he glanced upwards. [color=#FFDAB9]]“ Do you mind if I request something from you?”[/color]
 
Emma hummed in reply, raising a dark eyebrow up. “I guess that really depends on what it is you're going to be asking of me,” she said with a little laugh. “But you can go ahead and ask.”
 
[color=#FFDAB9]]“ It’s nothing bad. You see I’m an artist and one of my clients asked for specific picture. I usually don’t do personal requests but since I’ve recently gained a little sister. I want to save up for her next birthday. Anyways. The request was for a beautiful woman in a park scene.”[/color] The young man explained with a rather charming smile. [color=#FFDAB9]]“ I’m willing to split the profit too.”[/color]
 
Emma blushed some at that. “I ah...I don't know if I'd say that I'm a beautiful woman,” she said with an awkward laugh. “But I ah...I suppose that I can sit for you if you like.” She laughed more, brushing her hair out of her face again before holding out her hand to him. “My name’s Emma by the way.”
 
Killian stood and walked over, shaking her hand in a very gentle manner. [color=#FFDAB9]“ Killian. Though I hate to disagree Emma. You’re very beautiful.”[/color] He commented and then shifted in place. The young man held out the book showing her the semi finished drawing. [color=#FFDAB9]]“ I wanted to see if I’ve gotten it right so far.”[/color]
 
She shook his hand, her blush only growing at his words. She didn't think that she was too terribly ugly, but beautiful was not something she'd ever used in describing herself either. It wasn't common for good looking men to say that to her out of the blue either. “It's a pleasure, Killian,” she smiled.  She took the sketch book from him and looked it over some. “I think it looks lovely. Even if I don't agree with my level of beauty.”
 
[color=#FFDAB9]]“ I tend to draw what I see.”]/color] The guy said. [color=#FFDAB9]]“ I can’t quite get your eyes right though. Something that I wish I could get perfect.”[/color] He remarked. The young man sat beside her, mentally redrawing her eyes. [color=#FFDAB9]“ Might I ask what you do for a living?”[/color]
 
“I'm a student,” she said with a nod of her head, handing the sketchbook back to him. “Just started. Just moved here actually, not been in town long at all.” She looked up at him and smiled a little shyly. “You're an artist though, yeah?”
 
[color=#FFDAB9]]“ Yes. I’m actually living with my professor for now. With a hope buying my own place. That is if my past stops catching up with me.”[/color] The man commented while fixing the eyes. The African American smiled a bit brighter when they began to become the way he saw them. He then looked back up to her and gently moved her hair behind her ear. [color=#FFDAB9]“ There we go.”[/color]
 
She quirked an eyebrow up at that. “You live with your professor?” she asked, truly curious. “Where do you go to school at if I may ask?” There were other college's there in Ominar, he didn't have to be going to the same school as her. What would the odds of that be? But wouldn't it be very nice to have a friend there too? If she could call Killian that. But he seemed so nice, she couldn't think of why she wouldn't want to be friends with him.
 
Emma took in a little breath at his touch, but didn't pull back or push him away any. She looked down at her lap for a moment before looking back up, under her lashes some with her cheeks a very pink.
 
[color=#FFDAB9]“ Yes. I’m in a little bit of trouble at the moment. My past is coming to bit me in the end. THough ever since I’ve met my mentor I’ve become very attached to him. So much that I still think of him as a kind and fair father figure. As for the school part I’m going to Zuma.”[/color] The guy calmly explained as he watched her features closely. The young woman was indeed rather cute though in the back of his head there was a sickening feeling. A feeling that if this woman ever found out about his past then she would no longer be as kind.
 
The man closed his eyes for a few seconds to push that feeling aside completely. After a few seconds of silence the young man opened his eyes. [color=#FFDAB9]“ Kinda childish thoughts for a 19 year old huh?”[/color]
 
Emma blinked some at the mention of the school. She had hoped, but that was not something that she’d been expecting either. “I ah...I’m going to Zuma as well,” she said with a bright laugh. “Maybe we’ll have some classes together.” She figured they’d probably have at least basic classes together, even if they didn’t have the same specialties. “And it seems we have more in common as well. I’m nineteen, too.” 
 
[color=#FFDAB9]“ Interesting. Who would have saw this in our future? I’m really happy that you’re going there Emma.”[/color] The man commented in a very happy tone. For some reason he didn’t mind being around this young woman. In fact she was much easier to speak to than other people. Perhaps Charles was correct about about letting people in. Then again the old man might not let this go. Best to keep this little meeting a wondrous secret for now.
 
[color=#FFDAB9]“ If I remember right you will be taking basics with Charles. Do you want to go somewhere with me?”[/color] He asked.
 
Normally, she wouldn't have said yes, but she supposed that he seemed an alright guy, despite his slightly cryptic comments about his past. But they might not have been his doing. “As long as you don't plan on murdering me,” she said with a teasing laugh.
 
[color=#FFDAB9]“ Why would that idea cross a person’s mind? I like meeting someone I can speak to easily. Besides whoever would plot such a moronic thing is either insane or thinks you’re too weak. And you, my dear, aren’t weak. I would even protect if you would allow me to. I do hate losing my friends.”[/color] The man said as his eye softened a bit. The guy was be honest though to some his words might have sounded like a joke. In a way Killian was really hoping that the young woman believed them.
 
She laughed at that. “It was a joke,” she said. “Just making light of…” she trailed off, giving up on explaining the joke to him. She closed up her notebook and slid it into her bag, shouldering it as she stood up. “Well I guess lead the way then.”
 
The man watched her closely as she stood. His eyes glancing to the left, as if something had caught his eyes. A simple head shake and then a shifting of his body made it obvious he was a bit rusty with human interaction. [color=#FFDAB9]“ I know it was a joke Emma. It will take me some time to register. I’m used to interacting only to certain people. Something that I’m attempting to change without much success.”[/color]
 
The African American’s hand once again rubbed the back of his head. HIs form shifted to the side while his hand gripped the book. [color=#FFDAB9]“ Emma may I ask you something rather personally?”[/color] 
 
She laughed a little awkwardly, but let that part of the conversation go. “Yeah, sure, I guess,” she said with a little shrug. She didn’t have to answer after all if she didn’t want to.
 
[color=#FFDAB9]” What did you mean? After I didn’t get the joke right away.”[/color]
 
She tilted her head slightly, looking confused about what he was after. “You mean what was going to say?” she asked, trying to clarify. “Oh just that I was trying to lighten the mood is all.”
 
The man nodded as his hand placed itself on her shoulder. A smile slowly forming on his lips. [color=#FFDAB9]” Just remember one thing Emma. You come to me when something is bothering you. Now then shall we go out for dinner?”[/color]
 
“Well why didn't you say you wanted to go get something to eat in the first place?” she laughed, choosing to not address the rest of that just then. She wasn't totally certain how she felt about it so she wasn't ready to bring it up just then. 
 
The young man just chuckled softly and nodded in agreement. The guy lead the way to one of his favorite spots nearby.