In the Summer Air

[Melody Moreau]

Watching as he ate, Melody gave a giggle at how piggish he look, as compared to her tiny nibbles on the edge of her ham and cheese sandwich. Not that she wasn't hungry, of course she was. But Melody wasn't one to start wolfing down her food like she hadn't had nutrition for months, when all they were feeling was just hunger from a couple of hours of sleep. Perking upw hen he spoke once again, evidently alive now that he practically breathed down his food and coffee, and rolled her eyes at his words. "All you had to do was dump the powder and hot water in one cup, how hard is that?" she jibed in amusement, half tempted to reach out and shove his shoulder if it wasn't for the cup of hot coffee nestled in between her lap.

Her cute, teasing eyes flashed a dangerous glare at Kirk however, when he started being his obnoxious self. Not that Melody minded it much. Weren't all guys as egoistical? Trying it on her was the wrong tack though, it wasn't ever going to work, Kirk should've known that by now.

"Please, the only reason I'm concerned is because I have no wish to be tending to you when you're old and balding." Melody shot right back at him, sticking her tongue out at him, before giving him a look of disdain at his idiotic grin. Did he honestly think he could get a one up over her that easily? He wished.

At that reminder of yet another of her fumbles though, Melody blushed and took a hurried bite out of her half-eaten sandwich. And then she paused, and frowned. "Wait, how did you know? I never told you!" she exclaimed... before realization struck her, and she heaved a sigh before burying her head on her knees. Great, here we go again. It was no secret that Melody either fumbled or tripped over her two feet when it came to guys. It wasn't that she wanted to make a fool out of herself, that would just be ridiculous. But the second the guy tried to get closer, Melody just jumped like a frightened rabbit and either embarassed herself, and ran away. "Yes so I did. So what?" she managed to mumble in the end, a little indignantly.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Giggle, giggle, giggle. Whatever. Kirk was hungry, and the sandwich, although far from fancy pickings, was decent, and he ate with relish, ignoring Melody’s wordless disapproval. He had a right to eat like this. After all, he brought the food, while the lazy princess lay comfortably against a tree. He took a second to glance at her eating the sandwich. No, eating wasn’t the right word. It was as if she was bringing her mouth to the edges and taking tiny pieces from it. So. Slow. Kirk rolled his eyes. At least he knew that he had the right idea when it came to food.

Swallowing before answering her question/jibe, he said, “But there was no hot water. And I think her Majesty’s royal castle is experiencing a shortage of cacao powder.” He played up his faint British accent in this, trying to sound like some old, respectful butler, and he thought that he did a nice job in mimicking their boring tones.

Then, disapproval. It looked like that she really didn’t like his answer to her question. Ah, thank you empathy. If there was one flaw about that blessing, it was its general lateness. It only told him how people felt at the moment, and not in the future. Imagine if he could tell what the person would feel before he even said or did anything. Now that would be useful, and surely, no more slaps would ever reach his cheeks again. Though, he considered, there’s already a blessing like that. Reckons it’s called sensitivity. And Kirk did not really have any drops of that to spare.

“Oh. Good one.” He said flatly to her reply, slightly, yet genuinely, hurt this time. Being old and balding was one of his fears. He never did want to think about the really faraway future, which might be less than perfect, and one of his images of himself thirty years from now was exactly that; fat, wrinkled, and balding. No way, no way. “I’ll never be like that.” Kirk said quietly, looking down suddenly, as if there was something on the ground that could take his attention from the thought of possible degradation of his appearance.

Ah. Nice. Melody’s voice steered his thoughts away from the previous horrid ideas, and he was content at watching her blush and get flustered. Ha. Got ya. His usual, slight, cocky grin returned. “Word travels around fast, Princess.” He replied mysteriously, winking, keeping secret the fact that he had only guessed. He laughed at her current, sorry state. Really. “Tsk. Where would you be without me?” He said, though his tone was not harsh, no, far from it. It was comforting, and he was incorporating a melody to his words to soothe her embarrassment. “Don’t be too down. There are plenty of guys out there.” He added, waving a hand at the Academy, where literally, there were tons of guys who were willing to be with her.

“So. Tell me what happened, if it’s not too embarrassing.” Kirk offered, flashing her a smile. It didn’t need to be said that it would be their little secret.

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[Melody Moreau]

Stifling a laugh at his stiff tone, the imitation of a butler, Melody replied. "Well go find some, isn't that what I pay you for Stodges?" Her retort came in the tone of what one might imagine of a high and mighty, stiff necked high nosed lady or duchess, before the girl broke out laughing."Sorry, I can't keep up with stuff like this." she waved her hand in apology, in between her laughs. When it came to imitations, Melody was horrible. Her control over her laughter wasn't exactly the best one around, sadly.

Her ears perked though, when his voice flat toned. Sure, the blonde haired fire-user had no gift from Hera, but she was a girl. It was enough empathy of one from the fairer gender, and reaching out with a toe, Melody nudged at him gently. Giving him a tentative look, she raised a brow, a silent question at him. Did he really think she meant it? Seriously, Melody knew he could have his pick of any girl he wanted. It was just a matter of time before he got one anyway, and the idea that he'll end up old, balding and lonely was almost impossible. Did the stupid male really think he would? "I'll get you a wig for your birthday if you really end up balding, kay?" she replied with a teasing grin, and nudged at him with her toe again, looking for the world as if she was coaxing a puppy.

Of all the gods though, he had to come up with the topic Melody hated the most. What, didn't most girls shy away from guys for the first few times? Yeah sure, Mel. But this isn't exactly your first few times either. a voice in her head told her cynically. Biting her lip, the girl took another sip of the slowly cooling down coffee, before flashing Kirk a pout. "I would be out of this cold and back in my dorm." came her cheeky reply, though at the same time, Melody knew Kirk didn't mean it. She picked up on tones of voices easily. But that didn't mean Melody liked being reminded of the fact that she's so skittish around guys.

Pursing her lips for a second, as if she wasn't too sure she wanted to tell, Melody ended up talking anyway. "I just walked up to him and asked if I could possibly share the lunch table. Well.... I tried to ask him anyway." Melody finished lamely, her voice barely above the audible degree as she clutched her cup of beverage closer to her, looking anywhere but at the face of her best friend. It was disconcerting really, how easily she panicked and stumbled over her words, and then her feet as she walked away from the opposite gender. She was never going to find a boyfriend at this rate! And though Melody wasn't exactly boy crazy, she wouldn't mind having someone to rely on. Really. Not that Kirk wasn't enough, but.. yeah, she'll stop before she confuses herself.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Narrowing his eyes at her like she turned crazy in the few seconds after she talked, Kirk leaned forward to her. “Stodges?” He asked incredulously, immediately dropping the butler act. Ah, she went out of character first anyway. He grinned, wide, his eyes lighting up as he continued. “I’m Kirk. K. I. R. K. KIRK. Not Stodges.” He shook his head and lowered it, his whole body shaking as he tried not to burst out laughing loudly. He waved his hand slowly in front of her face, his shoulders heaving. “Hello, Earth to Mel!” He finished loudly, poking her gently in the forehead, before laughing loud. Seriously loud. Like some deranged maniac who just saw a dog pee on some rich old lady’s shoes. Or some other nasty thing.

“Sorry. Such a horrid joke.” Kirk said, pretending to wipe tears off his eyes, implying that he thought the joke was anything but. Unlike Mel, he was actually a pretty good storyteller, always able, and willing, to make more – gullible people fall for stories that might not have been exactly true. He could also pull of pretty decent impressions, always managing to show the right hints of emotion and capture the “essence” of another object. Yup, Kirk was an able actor. It was actually one of his dream careers.

“Oh. A wig. Make it a long blonde one. Then we can be pretty together!” He replied in mock excitement, whipping his head backward, his hair only slightly following the motion. Tsk. The effect would’ve been better if he had long hair. He then flashed her a winning smile, winking. He was already over his previous moment of excessive emotional “outburst”. It was that simple when it came to Kirk.

“Ah. The dorm. Wow. You could probably talk to the dust bunnies under your bed, and have such wondrous fun!” Kirk exclaimed sarcastically, rolling his eyes to the heavens. He was only matching her cheeky reply, lightening the tone before they headed to more serious matters. “Admit it. What he did was way more fun than anything you could’ve done in the dorm.”

Kirk then turned quiet, listening as she recounted the experience, draining the rest of his coffee. It didn’t seem too bad. At least she didn’t trip and get food all over her. Or maybe turn petrified the moment the first guy talked to her. The list of what could’ve happened was endless really. He nodded when she finished, and offered consolingly, “Well… that wasn’t too bad, right? It could’ve been much, much worse.”

Kirk had always wanted to help Mel get a boyfriend. She certainly deserved a good one, and he believed that anyone would be happy to take her. It was just that… well, she was quite… uncomfortable around others, and that might make it a bit difficult to find her a partner who’d respect that. He was one, of course, but he wasn’t her partner. At least not in that sense. He’s more of a friend. Best friend, really. But he wouldn’t mind… No. No. Don’t think about it.

“But don’t worry. You’ll get him next time.” Kirk said after a moment, a pale pink tinge creeping up to his face at the thought. He smiled as he squeezed her forearm reassuringly for just a quick second. Then, unusually, silence walked in, and he found himself at a loss what to say next. That thought flustered him just enough. Suddenly, he looked around, seeing that the sky was just beginning to get darker, and that meant it would be cold fast. “Should we head back soon?” He asked, returning his gaze to her. “Wouldn’t want Princess to freeze anymore that she has…” He added, grinning.

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[Melody Moreau]

The girl hid a giggle behind the back of her hand, as his tone turned incredulous at her drop of the hat name she had thought up, which would be stuffy enough to suit what she imagined a butler would act and look like. Squeezing her eyes shut when he suddenly prodded her forehead though, she puffed her cheeks at his joke, before flashing him a glare. "Not. Funny, Kirk Dorrans." she half growled, but then again she only half meant her threat.

Raising one of her brows at his inclination of her being pretty, she shook her head, and then mockingly flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Hah, hair like mine cannot be replicated, just so you know." Melody joked haughtily, and then grinned at his attempt at flipping his hair.

Nodding solemnly when he implied about the dust bunnies, she looked at him with serious eyes. "Not really. The dust bunnies would invite me to have a tea party in their dust kingdom! They do serve the very best fluffy, cotton candy you know." she managed to say all of this with a straight face, before letting a grin break in to a grin. Again, Melody was horrible at keeping a poker face, and she always lost when it came to gambling games.

The recountance of her little embarassment a couple of days ago, was not all that funny. Taking a huge gulp of the now lukewarm coffee as Kirk went silent, Melody again raised a sarcastic brow at him. "Uh huh. Sure." came her tart reply, honestly not believing how bad she was when it came to guys. Because honestly speaking, that thing with her stepbrother happened years ago. Why couldn't she just get over it? Melody just couldn't understand. Keeping silent at Kirk's half-hearted attempt of a reassurance, Melody only glanced up when he mentioned heading back.

The wane smile she gave him was the best she could muster, before nodding. "Lets go. I have some homework to finish anyway." she grinned, scrambling up and cursing Boreas once again for the cold wind he presented them, before falling in step next to Kirk to head back.

ooc;; sorry for the late reply! had dance practice till very late for two days. >.< shall we start the next thread? xD

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[Kirk Dorrans]

“Yes it was, Miss Moreau.” Kirk said childishly, totally confident that the joke had been worthy of a raucous reaction. He would’ve been all too willing to go at this “Yes. No. YES. NO.” back and forth all day. And yet, something told him that Melody had been slightly annoyed by his antics, and he figured that he’d do well to stop. For now.

He nodded in approval as Melody flipped her hair, the blond strands creating dazzling waves over her shoulder. “Not bad.” He said coolly, understating how impressive that looked. Wouldn’t want her getting too confident about that move. “Oh, yes it can. Just give me some dye, and twenty years.” Kirk said, momentarily raising his gaze to the skies as he tried to imagine how that would look on him.

Ew. Almost as bad the possible fat, balding, wrinkly, and generally middle - aged look.

He nodded excitedly when she mentioned the tea party, dust kingdom, and fluffy, light, cotton candy. Sarcasm, of course. “Oh, how perfectly exciting!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together just as she was starting to grin. She really had to work on that cool, casual face that was so very effective when one wanted to look… desirable and impressive. “I suppose you’d all sing along to ballads such as ‘From Dust, ‘til Dawn’, and then have a happy trek down the magical forest!” He continued, still keeping up the all – so – excited, three – year – old act. Kirk left it at that though, when she did not exactly show enthusiasm at his encouragement.

Confidence. That’s what she needed, Kirk thought again. But what did he have to do for her to get some? Although he clearly had no shortage of the stuff, it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to impart. Maybe a few compliments would do the trick? No. She’d be used to it, coming from him, and she probably won’t believe him anyway. He’ll leave it for another day, and perhaps get another person to do it for him. He stowed the plan away in an imaginary locker in his head, one that was very spacious indeed.

“Keep talking like that, Mel, and you really won’t get anyone.” Kirk said, deciding instead to reprimand her. Then he walked forward, to the building when she mentioned homework. Ick. “Aww, homework? Do you really have to? Can’t we go out to a café at the mall instead?” He half – joked, half – proposed, the idea quite enticing, now that he thought about it.

ooc: Oh, dance practice. Coolio, no worries~ And yeah, go ahead and start the next one. (what was the next one again? lol, surprise me xD)

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