1 Shopping Trip?! [Jinx Uchiha, or Invite][No-Kill] Thu Dec 14, 2017 7:08 pm
Destiny
D-rank
Jinx admitted that she hadn’t considered the other benefits of having an artist in the field but seemed to agree with them all the same. It really was a rare treat to find someone who wasn’t skeptical about her chosen path, and she was definitely counting herself lucky now that the hotel’s breakfast had been done and over with by the time she had managed to come out of her room.
With their meals almost over, or in Destiny’s case entirely gone already, she couldn’t help but feel a bit sad at the prospect: it had been far too long since she had sat down and had a genuine conversation with someone – let alone someone who didn’t get on her nerves or piss her off, a feat that was all too easy to do considering her short temper. The fact that Jinx and her could speak so easily, that they shared somewhat common talents with Jinx being a writer and Destiny an artist, made things so much better in Destiny’s private and personal opinion. No, this had definitely been an enjoyable experience and she really didn’t want it to end, so she hoped in silence that Jinx would allow her to view some of her work so that their conversation could continue.
However, for the moment Destiny found herself distracted from the thought as she noticed the way that Jinx seemed to be avoiding showing her face, especially after the sudden admission that she thought she preferred women as well. The way she worded it made Destiny curious and a multitude of questions burned in her mind, questions that were far too personal and which she was far too embarrassed to ask. ”It’s not your business. Don’t you dare ask. Or… well, it’s not your business, yet. Maybe one day it will be.” She couldn’t help the thoughts, though she kept herself tight lipped so that none of them slipped out and into the open – that would be an embarrassment that would certainly be the death of her. ”Well, at least if you do embarrass yourself you can always pack up and leave in the middle of the night. Not like you’ve made much of an impression on the village just yet… But I don’t really want to leave.” Cue the inner monologue and the mental battle.
To get away from her thoughts before she drove herself crazy she focused once more on the lovely young woman across from her, tuning in once more to her with rapt attention. She watched as Jinx looked through the pages, the comment of seeing how her work progressed causing another smile to appear on Destiny’s face. As she mentioned her issue with her current illustrator Destiny couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side in deep thought, brows furrowed slightly. ”That must have been horrible. I wouldn’t be able to deal with having to scrap an idea simply because someone I’m supposed to be working with was ill-equip to handle it. I can assure you you won’t have that issue with me. If something comes up that I’m not one hundred percent sure about I will practice until I am.” It was definitely an assurance, and something she meant wholeheartedly: if Jinx happened to write something that Destiny couldn’t draw? She would learn how, and she would practice until it was perfect. The whole commitment had more to do with just the fact that she found Jinx attractive too: it was a commitment she would have made to anyone who she was working for, any possible employer.
While Jinx didn’t say anything to Destiny about paying for her meal, she hadn’t missed the fact out of the corner of her eye that the woman had seemed to have had every intention of paying for her own. However, instead of focusing on that she listened as Jinx described that her manuscripts were at home, but she had intended on doing some shopping before heading back to her apartment – though she seemed willing to change these plans if Destiny was busy. She wasn’t. Even if she had had plans they would have been canceled in a heartbeat. The idea that she could now spend even more time with Jinx without having to purposefully draw things out while looking at her work? She was all for that. So without missing a beat she gave a nod to the other woman before speaking, ”You’re welcome, and thank you for the excellent company. I’m totally down for a shopping trip. I could do with getting some new clothes, too, and it’s always better to have a second opinion. Plus, I’m new around here so I don’t exactly know where to go to get what I’m looking for.” It was definitely becoming easier and easier to talk to the woman, and Destiny found herself falling into her normal routine: she was beginning to feel as she had done back home, when she was going out with friends or family – back before they’d all been burned to death, not that she was going to allow herself to focus on that in any way right that moment.
Realizing she still had her almost empty cup of cappuccino in her hand she sipped down the rest quietly but quickly, not wanting to hold up the trip or Jinx’s plans. The empty cup was placed down before she looked towards the other woman expectantly. As her sketchbook was handed back to her she would slip it into her jean-material shoulder bag, tucking it safely inside with the others and double checking that the rest of her pencils and supplies were likewise secured: she hated losing the materials she had to work with, so she always liked to be extra sure they were safe. Once she was sure everything was there Destiny would stand up, pushing her chair in once she had stepped to the side of it and picking up her shoulder back, adjusting the strap so that it was at an angle across her chest, ensuring it couldn’t be easily snatched off of her shoulder should someone feel brave enough to try.
Word Count: 1,023
With their meals almost over, or in Destiny’s case entirely gone already, she couldn’t help but feel a bit sad at the prospect: it had been far too long since she had sat down and had a genuine conversation with someone – let alone someone who didn’t get on her nerves or piss her off, a feat that was all too easy to do considering her short temper. The fact that Jinx and her could speak so easily, that they shared somewhat common talents with Jinx being a writer and Destiny an artist, made things so much better in Destiny’s private and personal opinion. No, this had definitely been an enjoyable experience and she really didn’t want it to end, so she hoped in silence that Jinx would allow her to view some of her work so that their conversation could continue.
However, for the moment Destiny found herself distracted from the thought as she noticed the way that Jinx seemed to be avoiding showing her face, especially after the sudden admission that she thought she preferred women as well. The way she worded it made Destiny curious and a multitude of questions burned in her mind, questions that were far too personal and which she was far too embarrassed to ask. ”It’s not your business. Don’t you dare ask. Or… well, it’s not your business, yet. Maybe one day it will be.” She couldn’t help the thoughts, though she kept herself tight lipped so that none of them slipped out and into the open – that would be an embarrassment that would certainly be the death of her. ”Well, at least if you do embarrass yourself you can always pack up and leave in the middle of the night. Not like you’ve made much of an impression on the village just yet… But I don’t really want to leave.” Cue the inner monologue and the mental battle.
To get away from her thoughts before she drove herself crazy she focused once more on the lovely young woman across from her, tuning in once more to her with rapt attention. She watched as Jinx looked through the pages, the comment of seeing how her work progressed causing another smile to appear on Destiny’s face. As she mentioned her issue with her current illustrator Destiny couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side in deep thought, brows furrowed slightly. ”That must have been horrible. I wouldn’t be able to deal with having to scrap an idea simply because someone I’m supposed to be working with was ill-equip to handle it. I can assure you you won’t have that issue with me. If something comes up that I’m not one hundred percent sure about I will practice until I am.” It was definitely an assurance, and something she meant wholeheartedly: if Jinx happened to write something that Destiny couldn’t draw? She would learn how, and she would practice until it was perfect. The whole commitment had more to do with just the fact that she found Jinx attractive too: it was a commitment she would have made to anyone who she was working for, any possible employer.
While Jinx didn’t say anything to Destiny about paying for her meal, she hadn’t missed the fact out of the corner of her eye that the woman had seemed to have had every intention of paying for her own. However, instead of focusing on that she listened as Jinx described that her manuscripts were at home, but she had intended on doing some shopping before heading back to her apartment – though she seemed willing to change these plans if Destiny was busy. She wasn’t. Even if she had had plans they would have been canceled in a heartbeat. The idea that she could now spend even more time with Jinx without having to purposefully draw things out while looking at her work? She was all for that. So without missing a beat she gave a nod to the other woman before speaking, ”You’re welcome, and thank you for the excellent company. I’m totally down for a shopping trip. I could do with getting some new clothes, too, and it’s always better to have a second opinion. Plus, I’m new around here so I don’t exactly know where to go to get what I’m looking for.” It was definitely becoming easier and easier to talk to the woman, and Destiny found herself falling into her normal routine: she was beginning to feel as she had done back home, when she was going out with friends or family – back before they’d all been burned to death, not that she was going to allow herself to focus on that in any way right that moment.
Realizing she still had her almost empty cup of cappuccino in her hand she sipped down the rest quietly but quickly, not wanting to hold up the trip or Jinx’s plans. The empty cup was placed down before she looked towards the other woman expectantly. As her sketchbook was handed back to her she would slip it into her jean-material shoulder bag, tucking it safely inside with the others and double checking that the rest of her pencils and supplies were likewise secured: she hated losing the materials she had to work with, so she always liked to be extra sure they were safe. Once she was sure everything was there Destiny would stand up, pushing her chair in once she had stepped to the side of it and picking up her shoulder back, adjusting the strap so that it was at an angle across her chest, ensuring it couldn’t be easily snatched off of her shoulder should someone feel brave enough to try.
Word Count: 1,023