RP log ((open to all)

[bittyyazoochan]

yazoo was again in the park, he just needed to chill and work on the life drawing homework. he was back drawing the tree, and at least it was nice and sunny out.
sitting in the same bench marluxia had found him at a few days before, he was trying to finish drawing that darned tree. he was getitng back in the groove, focusing on the drawing....

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[bigandbald]

Rude was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He'd finished his run and he was cooling off when he noticed his laces had come untied on his shoes. He sits down on a bench and bends down to tie it, headphones blasting something unidentifiable. He realizes he isn't alone on the bench when he sees another pair of shoes. He glances over automatically. People always look to see what someone is drawing, human nature, and Rude is a lemming like the rest.

[bittyyazoochan]

it took yazoo a few seconds that someone much bigger then him was sitting next to him. he glanced up and over to find rude looking at his sketchpad.
"h-hi!" oooo, that sounded great. he'll think you're a tweleve year old girl now, even with your hair in a ponytail.

[bigandbald]

He nods to him. "Hello." He jerks his chin at the pad. "Good work." Yes, he was downright loquacious. Impossible to tell what he's thinking since the sunglasses hide his eyes and his face has all the emotion of a rock.

[bittyyazoochan]

"ah, thank you. " he hunched his houlders a little bit, blushing again as he tried to turn back to working.

[bigandbald]

"Are you a student at the university? Look a little familiar," he asks after a moment.

[bittyyazoochan]

yazoo nodded. "so are my brothers... one's a professor, and we all kinda look alike."

[bigandbald]

"Oh, which professor?" He was trying to remember if he'd seen someone who looked similar to this kid but he was drawing a blank. He offers a gloved hand to the boy and saying politely, "Rude."

[bittyyazoochan]

"honestly, I'm not actully sure. he hasn't talked to me in years..." he took the offered hand and shook it. his hand was tiny in comparision to rude's. "my name's yazoo."

[bigandbald]

"Yazoo. Interesting name. Where are you from?" Usually he wasn't so chatty but he was looking to avoid his house for a little longer.

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[bittyyazoochan]

((not tonight, prolly tommrow. I should be going to bed soon)

"right out side midgar. what about you?" he hugged his sketchbook to his chest shyly. this guy was pretty cool.

[bigandbald]

"Really? Hn. I'm from Junon. I've been to Midgar, not a lot but wasteland right outside it." He digs into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and lighter.

[bittyyazoochan]

"the wasteland is fun if you're wanting to get into stuff without getting into trouble." he grinned to himself. "I havn't been up to junon in forever myself."

[bigandbald]

He smirks, "True. There's a lot of crappy beaches near Junon, used to take my chemistry experiments out there. And there's really not much worth seeing in Junon. Bunch of drunk sailors and a lot of ships."

[bittyyazoochan]

"oh, I see." yazoo nodded, his bangs falling out of the pony tail into his face. "that sucks."

[bigandbald]

He shrugs, "Not so much. It wasn't such a bad place to grow up and I'm out of there now." Changing the subject, "What's your major?"

[bittyyazoochan]

"art!" he held up the sketchbook to make his point. "you look a little old to be an undergrad... are you a TA?"