Reaching Out (Closed)
Feb 7, 2014 11:08:36 GMT -5
Post by Appoline Meian on Feb 7, 2014 11:08:36 GMT -5
The older girl smiled shyly. "It's okay," she answered, moving to step forward, hesitating, then completing the action and sitting on the couch with enough space between the two of them that Jesse could stretch back out if he wanted to. Or someone could sit between them. Either way. "W-we've had my f-father's students over from t-t-time to time. We're used to it."
Until she talked to him, Appoline reserved as much judgement on whether the American teen was her dad's typical student type or not. Usually, it didn't matter - almost all of them had been good people at heart, and those that weren't had never come by their apartment back then. When people came here, they were scared. So, as ridiculous as the alternative was, the small girl tried to be as non-threatening and friendly as possible, even if she had to fight her shyness to do it.
Oddly, aside from her stutter, it seemed to be less and less of an issue now. Hm.
Cassi reappeared after a few moments, bounding into the room energetically only to halt, turn around, turn off the light in the kitchen, and then resume her course to plant down between the two older teens. Not because she thought there was anything funny going on (Appoline was way too meek for that), but because she liked being surrounded by people. In her hands was a plate with two twisted pastries, one already bitten into to reveal the chocolate-colored fluff inside.
"Want one?" she asked offering up the plate to their guest with a smile. "They're really good - Dad made them a couple days ago. The one I have is chocolate, and the other one is sweet cream. They're not as sweet as donuts or anything, but they're great for breakfast!"
The smile the gymnast sent to her younger sister was less shy and definitely more familiar, even if the bubbly girl didn't see it. They were so different, but sometimes they thought of the exact same things. Looking back to Jesse, she added softly, "Our father likes to cook. A-and bake. Don't worry about eating or... or drinking anything here - we'll always have enough f-food to go around."
Until she talked to him, Appoline reserved as much judgement on whether the American teen was her dad's typical student type or not. Usually, it didn't matter - almost all of them had been good people at heart, and those that weren't had never come by their apartment back then. When people came here, they were scared. So, as ridiculous as the alternative was, the small girl tried to be as non-threatening and friendly as possible, even if she had to fight her shyness to do it.
Oddly, aside from her stutter, it seemed to be less and less of an issue now. Hm.
Cassi reappeared after a few moments, bounding into the room energetically only to halt, turn around, turn off the light in the kitchen, and then resume her course to plant down between the two older teens. Not because she thought there was anything funny going on (Appoline was way too meek for that), but because she liked being surrounded by people. In her hands was a plate with two twisted pastries, one already bitten into to reveal the chocolate-colored fluff inside.
"Want one?" she asked offering up the plate to their guest with a smile. "They're really good - Dad made them a couple days ago. The one I have is chocolate, and the other one is sweet cream. They're not as sweet as donuts or anything, but they're great for breakfast!"
The smile the gymnast sent to her younger sister was less shy and definitely more familiar, even if the bubbly girl didn't see it. They were so different, but sometimes they thought of the exact same things. Looking back to Jesse, she added softly, "Our father likes to cook. A-and bake. Don't worry about eating or... or drinking anything here - we'll always have enough f-food to go around."
