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Who: Agatsuma Soubi (scarredtruth), Charles Fei-Ong (roseraiebleue)
Where: Empty room in Latimir
When: Saturday the 23rd
Rating: PG-13? Warning for creepy bloodplay though, I guess.
Summary: Painting.
the log:

If he really thought about it, Charles felt weak and pathetic for being so easily won over, for reacting the way he did. A single, simple declaration of love -- for him, something he'd hardly ever expected to hear -- and he hadn't felt the same in days. He was looking forward to something, something besides that unattainable vengeance to which he had devoted his life until the end. His thoughts drifted often, and always to the same place. No different, he had to admit, than those he'd always looked down on.

But for once, he hardly cared.

Now, he'd take any excuse for them to spend time together, regardless of whether he truly had an interest in whatever subject was the pretense for their meeting; he would offer almost anything of himself to keep from losing that one thing that made him feel as if he had a place in this loathesome world.

Their eyes met, and he smiled. "You brought your brushes, then?"