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[grigio]

Characters: Julie and Joly (closed)
Date: 03/05
Location: The woods
Situation: Apparently a girl carrying archery equipment and a backpack with more patches than original fabric is fascinating. Who knew?
Warnings/Rating: Julie's a foul mouth. So...we'll go with PG. Being around a guy from the 1800's might get her to curb her tongue a bit.

Julie's days off were few and far between, entirely by choice. She liked working at Jacks shop. She liked being around Korra and the others and she really, really disliked being in her apartment by herself. Maybe she should look into getting a pet. Do they even sell pets around here?

She doubted it.

Anyway, it's her day off and she decided to pack a lunch of some of the leftovers she had (noodles, meat stuffed dumplings, a couple small cakes and some juice) and head to the woods with her sketch pad and her archer equipment. There was a quiver full of arrows she'd made herself, strapped to her back. There was a roll of what she guessed was burlap or really thick canvas, painted with red targets, tucked under her arm and the backpack on her shoulder looked a bit full. She didn't seem bothered.

There was a brief stop at an art supply store where Julie purchased a new box of colored pencils and charcoals and another sketch pad before she continued her way to the woods, completely unaware that she had in fact attracted any attention at all.

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[grigio]

"Doesn't matter. It'll still be something of yours on my wall, and that's the important part."Cheesy jokes get the biggest grins from Julie, accompanied by a small laugh. And an attempt at playing along. It's not the best attempt, but at least she tried.

"As long as it's not too graphic. I don't have the stomach for it." See? She's also good at bad jokes.

"If you did want to paint something, there's more room in my kitchen."

[fliesonfour]

Ah! She could play along. Grinning, he went to take off his top coat; if he were to paint, he shouldn't like to dirty it.

"Who nose! Mouth off if I don't have the eye for what's too graphic."

[grigio]

"Here. Let me give you a hand with that." Julie reaches out for the coat, laughing a bit more at the puns. This was the kind of thing she'd been lacking lately. Someone to crack stupid jokes with and who rolls with her sense of humor, even if that last pun was an accident.

There's a coat rack nearby she can hang the coat on, if Theo'll let her.

"I like you, Theo. You're hilarious. I'm looking forward to whatever spending time with you will bring."

With that, she heads off to her room for a minute to get her box of paints and paintbrushes. They're set on the counter near Theo.

"Thirsty? Hungry?" Trying to play a good host, here.

[fliesonfour]

He handed over his coat with a glad little nod.

"Well! I have been told that I am easy to get along with." Though, much to his confusion, he had found it less to be the case here. No matter; he should not let that fact make him unpleasant.

"Always both, in the company of a kitchen." Agreed, but very easy as to whatever she wanted to offer. He quite enjoyed being cooked for, truth be told; not a very shocking truth, as he could not cook himself.

"These are your paints, eh? I have given you one coat, and will give your walls another."

Can't stop won't stop.

[grigio]

"Yep! These are my paints." Another joke from Joly and Julie is grinning again. She hadn't enjoyed being around someone this much since Raleigh and could quite happily see herself getting used to this.

Before she even starts painting, she's quick to get food on the stove to reheat. It's one of the thicker noodle soups from down the road. And, of course, there's kedan alcohol. It's become her favorite.

Her part of the wall has a picture of three people that's been carefully painted on. It's a bit more detailed than anything else she's done, as if she really wants to get this one right.

On a shelf sits a photograph of the same three people and it's clear this is what she's painting. It's herself, a few years younger, and her parents. She looks from the picture to the painting, frowning just a bit. Maybe she's being a bit too critical of herself, but it just looks wrong somehow.

"Did you figure out what you were painting yet?"