Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851/@comment-25582638-20160613113602

Cyzarine averted her gaze somewhere else upon being praised but she quickly looked back at the fox faunus, albeit not in the eyes, before getting back the sketchbook.

“Thanks.” She was glad hearing this kind of praise from Automne. It has been a long time since she was praised for something else other than related to her job and being a caring sister.

She was feeling both embarrassed and skeptical though, with the latter stemming from determining the fox faunus' intention. Well, it was an unhealthy habit she could shut up now but that leaves embarrassment in the equation.......

This is rather complicated to handle.

“Huh?” the young girl then blinked in confusion when Automne suddenly apologized. She didn't find a reason that warrants one from the fox faunus. Cyzarine thought she missed something between the lines but somehow understood what Automne meant in the last part.

“I'm...... a violinist too.” she began as her eyes met the fox faunus' orange ones, scratching her chin a little. “Was, I mean. I stopped playing violin after what happened in the ice rink. It was too much for me to bear because it also the reminded me of, um, unpleasant things......”

The duo came to a halt at the red light on the pedestrian crossing. With them were other pedestrians made up of a jogger, a young woman with shopping bags, a father advising his little boy to study hard so he can get a secure job in the future, a young couple talking about buying their dream house, a middle-aged man in executive attire shouting something about “not enough money” over the Scroll, and a teenager immersed in his headphones. Despite being present, all of them seemed nonexistent to the young girl whose eyes lose its focus for a moment. Cyzarine then exhaled slowly and looked ahead, feeling bothered at the memory that surfaced out of the blue.

“My grandmother was a perfectionist and a complete terror, to be exact.”