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"You're an inventor? We're kind of the same then, huh? You invent, I create!" Angelo spoke as he finished her rough outline. "Tell me about your favourite invention. What does it do?" He leaned over to smile at her.

"Please don't worry at all while you're here. Think happy thoughts!"

“Okay, that’s great! That’s great-! Wait, hold on, stick out your chest and look off to the side— Cross your arms, relax..” Abandoning his stool, Angelo jumped over, pulling her this way and that, fixing her hair a little bit. “Perfect! Now.. Don’t move.”

The boy ran back behind his canvas, beginning to sketch out the woman. “Just try to stay relaxed. Think of something that makes you happy! What makes you happy, Ann?”

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sCREAMS

I drew you like one of my french girls

#PERFECT

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"Okay, that's great! That's great-! Wait, hold on, stick out your chest and look off to the side-- Cross your arms, relax.." Abandoning his stool, Angelo jumped over, pulling her this way and that, fixing her hair a little bit. "Perfect! Now.. Don't move."

The boy ran back behind his canvas, beginning to sketch out the woman. "Just try to stay relaxed. Think of something that makes you happy! What makes you happy, Ann?"

Ann noticed the eye rolling, but wasn't entirely sure what it was for. Not trying to understand it, she pushed it aside, smiling widely. "Ah, so you do! It looks really beautiful here. I can imagine you'd be able to pull a lot of inspiration from this area." she said knowingly. Sometimes being out and about was a big help to her, too, even if most people didn't consider places like mines to be inspirational.

"Ya, I do! I can draw pretty decent blueprints, but beyond that, forget it!" she gave a hopeless shrug. It was really fine by her, though. Technical drawing skills were all that she really needed at this point. "Oh, sorry! I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do..." she looked up at him, flushing under his intense stare as she started attempting to pose herself the way he was directing. She felt a little silly, but she did it, putting her hair over her shoulder and casting him an uncertain frown. "You mean like this?" she felt herself wobbling a little and hoped she wouldn't fall. It was hard to pretend to lean when there was nothing actually there.

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Angelo just rolled his eyes at her statement. Prettier girls? Sure, he could draw a girl like Daisy any day of the week, but not a girl who was covered in ash and soot and didn't seem to care! Daisy would probably faint, and she's a maid! "Yeah, I live right outside these grounds. Zephyr is my home!"

He grinned at the compliment. "Do you really think so? Thank you! That means a lot to me." And when she agreed to be painted, he could hardly keep still. What a rare chance! Backing away on to his own stool, Angelo set up his paints and such, looking over to her. "Okay, okay, bring one leg out-- like, you're leaning against a stump or something! And bring your braid over your shoulder, and--"

Open || A shabby messy art stall wow looks inviting

“I wouldn’t be! Unless you don’t want me to…” Ann was really interesting to him. Definitely not his type at all- but interesting! There wasn’t a single girl in town like her. With a grin, Angelo shook her hand. “Angelo is my name. You can call me Agi if you like!” When they made it to his stall, he set down his sketch book, waving a hand to his merchandise.

“Here’s what I’m selling, and here’s a not for sell stool!” The boy set the aforementioned stool in front of Ann, looking her in the eye. “Please let me paint you.”

#angelo shutup

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"I wouldn't be! Unless you don't want me to..." Ann was really interesting to him. Definitely not his type at all- but interesting! There wasn't a single girl in town like her. With a grin, Angelo shook her hand. "Angelo is my name. You can call me Agi if you like!" When they made it to his stall, he set down his sketch book, waving a hand to his merchandise.

"Here's what I'm selling, and here's a not for sell stool!" The boy set the aforementioned stool in front of Ann, looking her in the eye. "Please let me paint you."

Open || A shabby messy art stall wow looks inviting

Listening to her respond, Angelo chuckled. “To cherish, of course!” He examined her outfit and only grinned wider. “You must be a really interesting girl. Why wouldn’t they want a painting so they could remember you just like this?” Something swelled up inside of Angelo, and he knew he had to paint this woman. Just as she was. Right here! Right now! But sadly, he can’t. They’re in the middle of the bazaar. With no paints.

“Come on, my stall is this way. If you’d like, I’d love to paint you.”

#angelo stop #angello #anjello #cutesy kawaii girls r ur type sTOP BLUSHING OVER ANN THIS INSTANT

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"Hey-!" Angelo still didn't look up, trying to match the voice to a face. Realizing it wasn't a voice he knew, the boy glanced up, half surprised to see he let a total stranger in his house. "Oh, hehe, hi-!" He was cut off, letting out a hiss of pain. In his momentary distraction, Angelo cut his hand with his chisel.

"...Ehehe. This is embarrassing." Climbing down off his ladder, Angelo opened up his first aid kit. "Who are you?" he questioned as he doctored himself, "Are you lost?"

Knock knock | @Angelo

Alice really wished she had a better sense of direction right about now.

She had stormed out of Funland’s lodge in Leaf Valley in a huff, angry about Charles and Renton waking her up with their stupid bickering. She didn’t care how important their stupid machine was, it was not more important than her beauty sleep.

Under normal circumstances, her walks when she was blowing off steam would maybe take her to the beach, if that. But she had gotten so caught up in thinking that she managed to stray far further than she had ever meant to.

As a matter of fact, now she was in a completely different town.

Pinching the bridge of her nose and letting out an exasperated sigh, she figured asking someone for help was the only option. She scanned the nearby houses before picking one out at random and approaching it, knocking a few times and praying someone answered.

#angelo water udoin stahp

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Angelo sat down beside her then, Indian style, with his sketch book in his lap. Setting the pencils down between the two of them he flipped to a new blank page. Silently, he began to scribble, writing a message:

Hi! My name's Angelo. Who're you?

After he finished writing it, he drew a tiny little chibi version of himself standing on the page and waving, and a speech bubble around the previously written text so it looked like the drawing was talking. Then, he held it out to Dorothy, the pencil as well in offering.

@Angelo || In which Angelo is actually a zombie

Angelo went to stand beside the girl, expecting a response, but got none. Maybe she was a mute? Or maybe just incredibly shy? He was like that as a kid. The boy then noticed the stuffed animal in her arms and an idea popped into his head.

“Stay there, alright?”

Hurrying off, Angelo popped into his house for a minute, grabbing is pencils and jogging back outside.

#yess

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Listening to her respond, Angelo chuckled. "To cherish, of course!" He examined her outfit and only grinned wider. "You must be a really interesting girl. Why wouldn't they want a painting so they could remember you just like this?" Something swelled up inside of Angelo, and he knew he had to paint this woman. Just as she was. Right here! Right now! But sadly, he can't. They're in the middle of the bazaar. With no paints.

"Come on, my stall is this way. If you'd like, I'd love to paint you."

Open || A shabby messy art stall wow looks inviting

Angelo had set up a shifty stall for the bazaar off in a corner. It was made mostly of blankets (he didn’t have the gold to order a well built stall, so he had to make his own), with his paintings placed here and there. In the front, near the entrance, was a self portrait, with the words “Art - Portraits - Paintings - Sculptures - Come on in!” written under it. If self portraits worked for his good friend the mayor, it should work for him, right?

Since Angelo had no fancy bell to ring in guests, he decided to grab his sketch book and pencil and walk around, enticing people to come to his stall by drawing quick sketches of things for them to see. “Portraits and paintings! Sculptures of anyone you want! At my stall! Hey~!” Bumping into someone, he stopped in front of them, quickly sketching their face and showing it to them.

“What do you think? If you want, you can come sit down at my stall, and I can draw your full portrait!”

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Angelo could only groan in response, not even looking up yet. His mind was still in turmoil of the painting he ruined. Why did he think painting at night was a good idea? Now, instead of whites and greens, his painting had turned into dark greens and reds. It was the worst!

Pulling his mind out of the dark cloud it was in, it sunk in he actually bumped into someone.

"Oh... I'm sorry. Are you okay? I wasn't looking..."

A Change of Scenery | Open Rp

Today was one of the few days that Will got away from the Island he called home, and traveled somewhere else. Sunshine Islands was fairly well stocked but sometimes he had to do some shopping elsewhere. There was one particular item he had in mind that couldn’t be found on the Island.

The click of his shoes against the path was all but lost against the busy bustle of the town. He didn’t have any recollection of this place in his mind. He was a good traveler though. It might of had something to do with growing up where he did, but then again, maybe it didn’t.

He was able to navigate where it wanted to quite easily. Without knowing a lick of the area, he was able to successfully find his way to stores and other places with little trouble. His sharp eyes scanned the area around him and quickly caught sight of a sign that looked like it could belong to a general goods store. Walking over to the entrance, he pulled the door open and was taken aback when a person walked right into his chest.

“Ah, terribly sorry about that.” In all actuality, he wasn’t at fault but Will always was the gentleman.

#angelo u butt

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Open || A shabby messy art stall wow looks inviting

Angelo had set up a shifty stall for the bazaar off in a corner. It was made mostly of blankets (he didn't have the gold to order a well built stall, so he had to make his own), with his paintings placed here and there. In the front, near the entrance, was a self portrait, with the words "Art - Portraits - Paintings - Sculptures - Come on in!" written under it. If self portraits worked for his good friend the mayor, it should work for him, right?

Since Angelo had no fancy bell to ring in guests, he decided to grab his sketch book and pencil and walk around, enticing people to come to his stall by drawing quick sketches of things for them to see. "Portraits and paintings! Sculptures of anyone you want! At my stall! Hey~!" Bumping into someone, he stopped in front of them, quickly sketching their face and showing it to them.

"What do you think? If you want, you can come sit down at my stall, and I can draw your full portrait!"

#tsxopenxrp #i'll do this anyway LOL #come on guys this is ur chance #oh artistic frond draw me draw me #wow thats so good angelo i cant even draw stick figures

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"Angie~ I brought you something!" Popuri giggled and handed over a single red rose, then placed her hands behind her back while leaning forward. "Do you like it?"

"It's very nice," Angelo responded, taking the flower from her and inspecting it. It was taken care of very well! He smiled at her, "Can I ask why?"

#popuristyle

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"La la laaa~," the mermaid sang before realizing that a person was a few feet in front of her. Having a love for meeting new people she ran up to the person and greeted them with a friendly smile, "Hey there! My name is Pia, who are you?"

Angelo was drawing the river while sitting on his front porch, totally undisturbed until he heard a song being sung- and a woman to match! Looking up, he saw possibly one of the most interesting and beautiful women ever. Gosh! She must come from an exotic land!

"Angelo!" He responded, wondering why Pia was here. He hadn't heard anything of anyone moving in... "What are you here for, Pia? I've never seen you before."

#a-fishy-secret

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[PUBLISH THIS POST AND WATCH THE DASH FOR THE NEXT THREE PEOPLE WHO POST.] Ask person #1 to kiss you. Ask person #2 to touch your booty. Ask person #3 to go on a date with you.

nO

#Anonymous #HISSES @ U

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I dare you to write an Open RP right now. Drop everything you're doing and write an Open Rp, it must have at least 5 sentences. TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU. This also means to stop talking to people to get this Open RP done right away.

((can you not))

#Anonymous #HISSES @ U

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Angelo took a deep breath before reenacting one of the many speeches the mayor had given him in the past.

"The Bazaar is the life blood of our town! Without the Bazaar, our little village would just be a few houses in a big forest! A few sticks in the mud! It's what brings everyone together! We become closer because of the Bazaar! Always try your hardest to make people happy!"

He giggled a bit.

"That's what the mayor says, anyway."

@Angelo

#rood

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"No..." Maybe Nellie had a kid years ago, and this was her all grown up! Angelo didn't know! Math was not his strong suit.

"That's good to hear. The Bazaar keeps getting bigger! I can't believe you heard of it!"

@Angelo

#its ok i'll just be all sad looking and reel u right back in

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"...Are you one of Nellie's daughters? ...I've never seen you around Zephyr before."

"Or are you visiting for our Bazaar?" If she was, that was good news to him! He liked to hear that the town was growing.

@Angelo

#pops ur so young you could..probably...be one of .. the kids here... #yeah