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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 2:25:22 GMT
wolfgang studios, emily thinks, is like a well sectioned off pie. if you want structure, always get a corner piece, and her dear friend violetta, well, she got herself a corner piece, lucky her. she knows what's going on.
there is a small window on the door to one of the recording studios, one that is usually occupied by violetta, and emily pushes herself upwards to peek through them, hoping to see the said girl inside. she blinks like a cartoon character, but soon gets impatient and just walks in, heels clicking, to get her attention.
"vivi, are you done? let's go dress shopping." she says blandly.
@violetta
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 5:18:59 GMT
time has a way of disappearing, the minute swallowed by the couch cushions, the hours dripping into the storm drains.
she's the last one left, listening to what she has so far and still unsatisfied. violetta pauses, head canted, looking at emily for a moment before reaching out to stop the track.
she pulls off the headphones. "dress shopping? emily, there's still snow on the ground." she says with an incredulous note, though she's barely surprised. where emily is all frills, violetta is practical in her boots and jeans, the nondescript messenger bag she's slipping over her shoulder.
@emily
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Mar 15, 2015 14:05:00 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 14:05:00 GMT
she shakes her head and wags her finger like a choreographed move. although sweet, subtle, and awfully talented, emily will always think of it a shame the sweet thing won't show off a little more.
she takes a seat on the couch behind her, poised and elegant, doesn't cross her legs.
"but you'll still come with me, so that's not the question. the question is," she strokes her chin with your usual bland expression. "whether or not you'll allow yourself a break, and spend time with your favourite person."
@violetta y u tag urself LOL
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 1:10:27 GMT
it's besides the point that emily will stronghold her into it one way or another - it's besides the point because violetta does need a break. to do something different, because she' so immersed in herself that she's nearly forgotten the world outside exists.
it's as if violetta's blinking into the sudden sunlight - emily is as grand and absurd as the world itself.
"favourite, huh," she mumbles, gathering papers strewn about and stuffing them into her bag, picking up a few empty cans to throw away on her way out.
"yeah, i guess." she's not interested in fashion, but somehow she loves to watch emily immersed in this world that's entirely beyond her. (it's like the way people love to watch violetta perform)
@emily bc im an idiot tbh
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