After School Sweetness. [open]

[Preston Clark]

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Undoubtedly, Preston was an extremely introverted angel, preferring the company of literature, schoolwork and endless studying opposed to actual human contact. Instances existed where there were flares of social craving; people were social creatures. Nonetheless, he found himself more intrigued by the world of words and endless knowledge opposed to the malicious social cliques quietly gossiping around each corner. People could be heartless, evident by the circumstances of his past, thus he kept to himself and worked hard on his studies. There were horrible people out there, but somebody needed to assist the innocent individuals wandering the streets. He lacked the bravery for hunting or law enforcement, but the medical field called to him when his mother was discovered, withering away beneath those bland sheets. Undoubtedly, Preston missed those days where they could head outside together, play games and soar through the beautiful blue sky. As the blond quietly observed the waitress, he found himself worrying more about his mother than the dark-haired library he spotted in passing glances. If anything, he was familiar with her existence but unaware of her personal affairs.

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Gradually, the waitress' impatience was increasing as vexation appeared over the dark-haired woman's absence. The blond never knew exactly what to think, however, he was originally concerned about the movie Rosalynn mentioned but never provided further information. Oddly, he believed the young lady never watched any movie related to his book and was merely sitting down similar to a wolf who hungered for conversation, yet, Preston was uncertain. Socializing was never his forte, his endless concerns over his hospitalized mother and schoolwork taking precedence over learning conversation etiquettes. Perhaps she wanted assistance with homework? There were plenty who inquired the young intellect, some going lengths to request he accomplish their homework which he never did. Statements were made about people, specifically, the impatient waitress residing over the librarian's table. Eyes widened subtly when Rosalynn informed him not to worry about those individuals, the blond angel hardly providing a thought until the situation was pointed out. Prying into people's personal lives was something Preston avoided, impart because he would never appreciate such a callous action.

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"Um... I wasn't minding," he mumbled. "She could be having a bad day or something."

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People could have bad days where nothing went wrong or the lacked the necessary sleep to tackle specific problems. Similarly, Preston had days where he would become more snippy because of recent events transpiring in his life. Anger sometimes became a natural response when people were struggling through their week. The cafe door's bell rung, heralding the arrival of another librarian accompanied by the one previously sitting at the table. Briefly, Preston glanced back, watching as one sat down while the other thanked the waitress. The sharp, ill-tempered response could easily be heard from their distance. Body language and facial expression displayed a similar mixture of emotions. There were subtle bags under exhausted narrowed eyes as she appeared thoroughly angered. Attention was removed from the situation, Preston calmly glancing back to his hot chocolate to take a small sip from the gradually cooling mug.


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[ No worries~ Waits are fine. c: ]

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100 points?... probably 10000 points, no make it at least 50000 points for occurrences which displayed the invisible letters that spelled the word "OPPORTUNITY" over one's head. Whilst Rosa retained her seemingly engrossed expression with as to what this meek angel had to say, she was internally reeling in amusement as she took liberties in eavesdropping on Zory's entire phone conversation. Luckily for the noble demon girl, she was quite aware of the popular concept of adolescents with similar temperaments to Preston being prolific brooders and having a tendency to agonize over otherwise trivial matters. Rosa's hazel eyes fixated onto Preston's red, scrutinizing any and all shifts in reaction. It is quite obvious to Rosa that the boy lacked experience with such social encounters merely going by his body language and relative lack of responses.

Over to Zory's side, the sly demon merely lingered at the curiously covetous librarian's psyche as she awaited her friend, this "Kay" to deliver her wallet. Rosa took particular note of the slight possibility that this Kay person may be capable of reading minds considering how easily she uncovered this woman's jealousy from that brief conversation. A more likely explanation, however, would be that Zory's envious disposition is actually apparent enough that her friend could discern it just from the tone of her voice. Either way, Rosa prepared a special treat for this woman and her almost comical resentment towards two younger individuals she does not even know. Rosa began to formulate a sequence of words that would resonate with this librarian's emotions as naturally as possible. Before long, she transmitted the following thoughts...

Those kids back there... I hate them...

Upon transmitting the said message, Rosa back at the cafe almost had to stifle a grin at. Perhaps Zory was envious of their age, or perhaps she somehow fell under this ridiculous misconception that a boy and a girl chatting in a cafe automatically constitutes as flirting. Adults who were that prone to infantile thinking were not even worthy of pity as far as the noble demon is concerned. As such, she revelled in taunting the woman with her own vices. Afterwards, Rosa discontinued indulging herself with Zory and redirected her focus back towards her intended target. Upon hearing of Preston's replies, Rose lightly chuckled as the boy's social ineptitude surfaced in all its awkward glory. Apparently, Preston misinterpreted the subject of Rosa's earlier remarks to be waitress she had just recently possessed. Once again feigning ignorance at the waitresses' temperament, Rosa suppressed her giggling and briefly cast a glance towards the woman whom Preston was clearly paying attention to in the midst of their conversation.

As Rosa's eyes met with the waitress, the irritable woman gave her a sharp scowl, immediately causing Rosa to seemingly nod in bad conscience. She just as quickly faced Preston and gleefully replied "Oh Pressy, ya silly, I was referring to like, them girls back in school talking huge smack 'bout ya!". Soon after she said so, Rosa fixed her expression and took a hasty sip of her already cold beverage. "Now now Pressy... ya absolutely "Sure" ya ain't mindin' her?" Rosa could not help but lightly tease the boy's faux pas once more time. "Nah just kiddin', sorry, Rosie here shoulda' made clear who she was talkin' 'bout I suppose..." Rosa further added, essentially taking responsibility for a blunder Preston made.

As for poor Zory outside, Kay, whose real name is actually Kaylie, had finally arrived to save her day. Kaylie appeared to be a younger individual, could probably be mistaken to be around Rosa's age honestly. As such, the demon girl paid heed to both Preston's response and the two girl's conversation outside simultaneously. In consideration of Kaylie's fault-finding remarks, Rosa is more and more convinced that Zory is an insecure, no-good adult, an absolute perfect specimen to boost the ranks of her despondent minions which she may possess whenever she pleased. In time, the duo made their entrance after which the waitress gave a loud sigh of relief as if to visibly express her displeasure. Rosa promptly turned towards the curious exchange as she began slowly infiltrating the waitress’ senses even more.

Just as Zory began spouting the usual excuses, Rosa took it upon herself to to finally gain control of the waitress' psyche just as she was replying. "Nothing just-" the still irritated waitress paused for a brief moment as Rosa's consciousness successfully invaded hers without her noticing. "Actually, yes I do have a problem." the waitress under Rosa's spell uttered. However, just as Rosa was about to let the cannon loose, a most peculiar yet repulsive sensation that of which the demon girl is unfamiliar with began to emanate from Zory, compelling Rosa to release the waitress from possession. In her seat, Rosa could only grind her teeth behind her lips as she wore a seemingly calm expression.

"YOUR BODY IS MY MASQUERADE"

Preston Clark
@zory
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-Good luck getting out of this one, both of you XD

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I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME

for Preston Clark , @rosa
I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LATE REPLY! ;O;

If there was one thing... one thing, that Zoraya absolutely hates about herself, it's her seemingly hidden talent of attracting hate and making others dislike her.

For one, she could think of multiple reasons for this. Zoraya is a respected TRS agent, and even though not to well-known she can be easily recognized in her uniform. Of course, she is mostly known for as the head librarian of the local library that she inherited from her father. People know her because almost every day, when there aren't any missions from the TRS that needs to be kept secret because of Kaylie, she sits behind the counter and helps people find their books. She checks the books out in case anyone borrows them, an reprimands those who conduct misbehavior in the library. Zoraya is known for two things: being a librarian to most, and a TRS agent to some. So of course, people are bound to see her positive side of things.

But she does have her fair share of negative traits. Zoraya is kind, of course, since the situations she finds herself into always require it, as well as every day; but if some of her true colors show, people are bound to hate her or dislike her. Zoraya is envious; anything that people have that she doesn't, she would get angry with them and the belongings they have that she doesn't have. She desires everything that she sees fit, and laments all day if her expectations and requests for Fate are not met, instead making their way into the hands of others who probably do or don't deserve them.

So she supposes... because of this secret attribute, people are bound to hate her if they find out.

Zoraya is also prone to being slow, and forgetful. Kaylie understands her best friend, thankfully, and has enough patience to tolerate her shortcomings, but other people are not so forgiving. People are impatient, she knows; anything she doesn't get right would be frowned upon, and is the cause of gaining so many enemies. She forgets things that are important at times, that's why crucial information and other minor things had the potential of getting lost. She also sometimes forgets to consider the situation of people she had asked favors to, resulting in anger as a result.

...Fate's hatred is not to blame for people disliking her, then.

That's why, as she looks at the tired waitress, who's puffing up with her face red in irritation. The bags under her eyes are also evident of her exhaustion; and for that, Zoraya pities her and feels sorry for her request. She looks away and rummages through her bag; her wallet is finally there, thanks to Kaylie's helpfulness. She won't have any excuses going out of the cafe for no absolute, valid reason.

And she wouldn't have to piss off tired waitresses.

Zoraya wants to soothe her nerves. She pulls out a bill and acts as though she is handing it to the waitress, smiling softly up at her which would probably annoy her even more. "Here, take it. I'm paying for my friend here, too." She says, grabbing the waitress' hand and opening her unsuspecting fingers, placing them in her now-open palm. The waitress just glares tiredly at all this, but surprisingly she doesn't say a thing.

And as she grabs the hand of the waitress and gives her the money, she secretly casts her angel's Blessing; Zoraya could feel some of the negative emotions of the waitress slowly passing away, replaced with a certain kind of peace that prevents her from lashing out at anyone, yet still being annoyed at this ordeal.

"Chocolate latte, please." Kaylie says from beside her; she knows what's going on, but she couldn't care less.

The waitress falls silent there for a moment, clutching the money; then, with a silent huff, she walks away from their table and walks back to the counter, other staff staring silently at the tired woman as she passes them. Zoraya watches her leave before turning to Kaylie, with a raised eyebrow. "If I let you do the job, you would have frightened her to no end, and she wouldn't have calmed down," she whispered to her, smiling teasingly.

Kaylie just giggles silently... and rather maniacally. Because it's true.

ALL I ASK OF YOU IS BELIEVE

PHARAOH LEAP.

[Preston Clark]

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People were mysterious at times in Preston’s opinion, his lack of social interaction making him amatuer at his greatest. The blond fixated on studies opposed to others, resulting in minor failings when conversation arrived on his doorstep. Awkwardness in these matters were only eliminating completely during instances where Preston was expected to present his work to the class. There was an education-based requirement there, thus it strengthened the young angel’s resolved and manifested a determination to speak smoothly and fluently.

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Without a proper reason behind his interaction and furthermore, hardly a desire to converse in the beginning, Preston lacked the required tools for these situations. Portions of him wished to return to his precious book, 'The Vagrant', which had thoroughly captured his. Happiness was discovered whenever he plunged into the fantasy worlds manifested through those beautiful words. The timing of Rosalynn's words made Preston believe she was referring to the customer and employee's minor dispute. Alas, the intellect was proved incorrect as the demon giggled and explained.

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Slight red breached Preston's complexion, colouring his cheeks with a subtle shade of embarrassment. Awkwardly, the blond glanced away, mentally chastising the minor error. Being a perfectionist, even the slightest errors resulted in embarrassment sparking throughout his mind. The angelic blond was praised for his smarts, therefore, misunderstandings manifested these emotions with frightful ease. Seconds passed before Preston sucked in a breath, composing himself as he straightened his poster and returned his gaze to Rosalynn.

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"No, it doesn't bother," he said, seemingly attempting professionalism to make up for the earlier assumption. "Why should I care about some baseless rumours?"

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High school was wild terrain, however, Preston was never particularly involved in the social environment. The young blond even avoided extracurricular activities because of the social circumstances; he despised being forced into those situations. Socializing was never his strong suit, thus he preferred abstaining from those circumstances when it was available. Alas, his interaction failures were bothersome and frustrating at times. As the bubbly popular girl proceeded, the male angel's eyes wavered back to the device previously allowing him to read his book.

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He despised these interruptions to his reading, his curiosity dissipating solely from the demonstration of his social difficulties. Unfortunately, it appeared the blond was buckled in until he finished his hot chocolate and therefore held an excuse to pardon himself and return home. The teasing comments were not welcomed, however, they were followed by Rosa stating she should have clarified. Nonetheless, embarrassment could still be discovered lurking in the depths of Preston's mind, making him uncomfortable where he sat.

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Briefly, Preston's eyes flitted curiously over to the librarians and the waitress, however, hardly lingered before being returned to his drink. Carefully, the blond grabbed the glass handle, bringing the warm-ish drink to his lips. He sipped the sugary contents, lowering the quantity slightly. Despite disliking the situation, the male angel took caution during this interaction. Upsetting Rosalynn Halogan, a popular girl and noble from a demon family, would cause more trouble than Preston desired to handle; playing civil was the best strategy.

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Temporarily, his wishes to escape the social situation was set aside in favour of assuring he could avoid displeasing the pinnacle of popularity. There were still several years of high school left for Preston to accomplish before graduating and he preferred to have them remain relatively peaceful.

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[ It's all good! I don't mind waiting! ]

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