01-17-2015, 11:08 PM
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Erkling
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Freddy Zimmer Gryffindor Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name:
Missa Renaldi Law Enforcement x5
| *sappysapper* MAJNOO, YO! Quote:
Originally Posted by fire_faerie Ryden shrugged. Congratulations weren't exactly needed as she really hadn't tried very hard. She then bit her lip and shrugged again, because she didn't have anything to say to his second comment either. What was she interested in? Not much these days. She liked her studies but they were very general and she didn't want to work in those fields for the rest of her life. "I have lists upon lists of things I don't care about, but when it comes to things that interest me. . . Well," she trailed off, not meeting his eyes. Nothing managed to grip her for too long. She'd even grown bored of travelling around.
She couldn't help the smile that adorned her face when Orlando spoke, more amused than anything else. It also didn't help that the brunette was finding that she quite liked being twirled around and led by him on this dance floor. How strange. "Orlando Renaldi working desk job? Who would have thought," she chuckled, imagining this giant of a man forced to sit in a tiny cubicle and write passive aggressive stories about his family life or something stereotypical like that. Granted, he probably didn't do anything of the sort but hey it was funny in her head. "What happened, did you buy a house? Get a mortgage, start a family?" she teased, and then blanched. WHOA. Wait. Hold up. No, that wasn't funny. Not funny at ALL, Ryden. What the hell where is wrong with you?! It was a little hard to help if she wasn't sure what she wanted. But he knew what that was like so he wasn't going to push her to know what she wanted. That was never the right thing to do. He watched her face when she spoke, nodded here and the before saying: "Well.. if you are interested, and just want to do something - there are some positions open at the magazine I am working for" He just wanted to help. It was more a Bridget thing he was talking about, but if Ryden wasn't sure what she wanted - maybe she could try something different?
"Its not THAT sort of a desk job" he defended his new job. "I am the editor of photography for the magazine. It's really fancy, actually" he grinned. "Corner office, a little view of the Eiffel tower" Did he mention, he was now living in France?
The song was coming to an end, and with a smile on his face - Orlando spun her around a few times, and picked up the pace of the dance just a little - before coming to a close. One hand on her waist, and another in hers - the youngest Renaldi resumed the proper position just in time for the song to end. And that was when the question came.
It would have been stupid to think - the meeting would go smoothly. Despite his best efforts, Orlando's smile wavered and after a short pause and 'avoiding' of the eyes, he spoke: "No. Nothing of that sort" And the song had ended, dropping her hand softly, Orlando pulled his hand away from her waist and took a small step back.
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