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Jul 22, 2016 22:02:08 GMT
Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 22, 2016 22:02:08 GMT
Her eyes lifted to him after a moment of looking away in brief nervousness. He began to apologize and it took her off guard a bit. Evelyn was understanding, perhaps to a fault at times, and didn't think he needed to apologize if he wasn't feeling well. Although it did make her wonder why he'd ask her out again if that were the case. It put her in an awkward situation of wondering if she should offer to head home or do something to try and cheer him up.
Listening as he opened up further, when he admitted that he was used to girls falling for him seemingly without much effort she couldn't help herself. Evelyn grinned, which turned into a smirk, which -despite her best effort not to laugh- arose a small brief giggle. She covered her mouth as she smiled, feeling a bit guilty yes, but she wasn't laughing at him but because he was so confident and she'd been so anxious. It was just amusing to her.
When he chuckled himself Evelyn didn't feel so bad, but she sympathized. They were both acting like kids honestly, but she appreciated his sincerity. "I'm a harder sell, what can I say?" She smiled, stepping closer to him to rest her hands on his chest. She smoothed them up until she was holding his shoulders, leaning against him before she sighed and ultimately made up her mind. "I would like that."
Standing on her tip toes she went to steal a kiss from him, one with affection and reassurance to hope prove that she was doing quite alright with him thus far.
Azrael,
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Post by Azrael on Jul 25, 2016 7:21:09 GMT
He couldn't help but notice that Evelyn began to giggle a little at his comments. It made him feel dumb, but it wasn't so bad that he couldn't laugh about it himself. "Wow! I'm spilling my heart out here Ev, that's cold!" He responded, then took a brief moment to pace himself. "A harder sell huh?" He replied. He stroked a strand of her hair out behind her as she reached to kiss him, lifting her up slightly so she could reach his height. "Let's go."
After a brief exit from the fair, the two arrived in a nearby restaurant, or perhaps, a smaller diner nearby that had seats would have been a better term for it. The design of the place was warm, with an old 1970's milkshake and steak look to it. The padding on the seats were lined with bright foil under soft padding, and it served, as expected, 1970's style milkshake and steaks.
"Hope you're okay with steak and milkshake, I forgot to ask if you were a vegetarian." He asked. It just came to him that, in spite of everything, he really didn't know Evelyn much more than what he had asked her. "You treat meta-humans, and super powered beings. Sometimes, I'm guessing you treat Gods and other members of the galactic universe. So... in essence, they're all very different from one another, right? How does a psychologist treat someone who... say... has a different culture or mental identity than most people?"
Evelyn Inoue
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Jul 25, 2016 22:25:33 GMT
Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 25, 2016 22:25:33 GMT
She found it cute, how he thought she'd fall all over him within a couple dates. She supposed that the accent probably was a turn on for most girls, that it just might do the trick, Evelyn found it pleasant but not all hot and bothered over it. He was sweet though, to deal with her more difficult personality if only so they could get to know each other a little more.
The restaurant they found themselves in was quaint. She could predict what they might serve at a place like this, and she didn't entirely mind. "It's fine. I like steak." That said she tried not to have too much meat in her diet overall. It wasn't good for your health, and she didn't keep her figure by eating poorly.
After settling herself in her seat, Evelyn lifted her eyes to John at his next question. It was one that she got often, if not from strangers, from other supers as well. "The cultures might be different, but no matter who you are you want something. Whether its recognition, validation, friendship, love. Even gods have doubts, although I've only treated one." She grinned reluctantly, absently rubbing her bare arm with her right hand.
"More often then not I just listen. For those held with such high expectations, sometimes having someone to listen to their problems isn't accessible to them without my help." Asking such serious questions with her, and Evelyn still new very little of him as well. She smiled, leaned back comfortably in her seat and returned in asking him, "What's your favorite color?"
Azrael ,
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Post by Azrael on Jul 31, 2016 2:24:28 GMT
Azrael listened to her speak about the differences between Superheroes and Humans, and how all people have similar commonalities with one another during her treatment. He could agree, of course, if that person wanted to have that therapy. "Mm, I see." He spoke, trying to comprehend the situation. "People on Earth have issues of conflict and difficulties in communing with one another simply due to a difference in beliefs and a prioritization of how people perceive each other. Historically, people have feuded over smaller things: from perceived slights to revenge. I find it strange that by large the Galactic Universe has not found us utterly repulsive yet." He chuckled.
It was an interesting question, he thought, but he'd answer out of curiosity. "My favorite color?" He hmmed, he had never really though of it that way. He supposed he was attached to a certain type of coloration. What he preferred to wear, what he liked to write with, what colors did he most enjoy when viewing artwork, he cycled his mind. "Mm, I got it." He said, after a moment's notice. "Probably yellow, a deep yellow that's delving close to orange, why'd you ask?"
Evelyn Inoue
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 31, 2016 6:36:34 GMT
Evelyn grinned at him, as he replied with such a cynical response. She usually felt so melancholic, but hearing a remark like that triggered her positive side. "War isn't exclusively a human thing. I have faith in humanity, and whatever alien race that might visit us." Not that the last one had been all that friendly, but she'd met several that were far nicer and much less likely to kill on sight.
Evelyn tilted her head as he hummed, bemused by the thoughtful look on his face until he responded shortly after his pause. She was surprised at his answer, but intrigued nevertheless. "Because I was curious. You've never been asked that question before? Usually people already have one in mind." It was cute that he had to think about it, as if he'd never thought about it much.
"I like dark reds, and green." Sitting up straighter as the waitress arrive to their table, Evelyn asked for a small steak with veggies, and a glass of water. She waited for the woman to take John's before leaving, then asked another question. "So, why did you come here? Aside from other mysterious reasons I might not know about, was there anything in particular that drew you to the east coast?"
Azrael,
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