Lawn Sketching

[Raven]

"You just seem confused," the dark girl mused, "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Perfectly normal i suppose."

[Jericho]

Again. She acted so....distanced from him. Acted like there was nothing different, nothing wrong. Like they were nothing but comrades.
Immediately, he reprimanded himself. Hormones and desires be damned, he would not force his wishes on her. If this was where she was mentally, then he would wait like a dog outside the gates until she decided where they were going. An idea suddenly struck him, and he blindly jotted down the words Love is like walking on eggshells at the top of the paper.
Raven's rambling did not completely escape his senses though. Perhaps she was uncomfortable as well? His previous feelings of personal embaressment and worry were quickly calmed by the concern that he had perhaps made her uncomfortable.
Yeah, I supposed I'm a little confused, He signed, trying to make his handgestures appear soothing. and I suppose the topic is by nature a little confusing.

[Raven]

Raven nodded lightly, "Yes. I suppose so."
Glancing at him for a moment, there was deffinatly something different here. Maybe he was thinking of that kiss she gave him on Valentine's day.

[Jericho]

He smiled easily as he resharpened his pencil; she must be trying to get him to elaborate, since he hadn't mentioned what it was he was confused about. He took mental stock of himself and his position, wondering where to go from here as he added a few more details of her face to his sketch. It would be far too heavy handed to ask her about love now, when his feelings towards her were so raw, so instead he asked her about the question that had been nagging him since he saw her here.
Off topic, but how did you end up here, Raven? He signed, pencil spinning in his hands as he did so; a trick he'd learned to avoid having to put it down everytime he wanted to ask his teachers a question.

[Raven]

"Oh," Raven said thinking for a minute, "It was getting to hard to consentrate in the common room. I figured no one would bother me out here."
She thought for a moment on her last phrase. She certainly didn't want the other titan to think he was bothering her. He truly wasn't.
"Also my meditation class seems to have tanked," she said with a shrug, "I figured if i'm going to get kicked out anyways I might as well spend sometime doing what I want."

[Jericho]

Oh I don't think you're going to get kicked out. I don't think half of the students here go to class anyway. He signed. Most of his classes had been dismissed repeatedly because the only student who repeatedly showed up was himself. Only in Music class had he insisted on staying, simply because it gave him the space he needed to practice his guitar.
I didn't know you were teaching a class here. He signed inquisitively. Had he known, of course, he would have signed up a long time ago. An idea began growing in the back of his mind, one he wasn't quite ready to share yet. But what I meant was how did you end up coming to Animated High?

[Raven]

"I applied with a schollarship to teach a meditation class," Raven said placing her book beside her, "I wanted to get away from the titans."
She adjusted her position so she was sitting in lotus. The blonde in front of her was very distracting, yet not at the same time. She actually didn't mind talking to him. Though she wasn't sure if she was bothering him.
"How about you?" she asked.

[Jericho]

Raven wanted to get away from the Titans? Although, he supposed as he reviewed the long LONG list of maniacs and corrupted minds they had dealt with together, it made sense to want to get away from the madness for a while. Considering that some of the madness and drama tended to come from the members every once in a while. She didn't seem to want to talk about it and he was all too willing to give her that option.
My mom wanted me to get an education. She decided I'd done enough traveling with her and needed to have some learning that didn't come from living on dangerous streets. He half joked. Adelaine Wilson, while a loving parent, wasn't always the best of rolemodels, especially when it came to her choice of jobs. I'm pretty sure she played darts with a list of schools on the door to choose where I went.
There, he thought to himself as he finished shading his drawing of her face. For being done while having a conversation with his subject, he thought it wasn't half bad. He put his pencil down and, only debating the decision for a second, carefully ripped the paper from his sketch pad and handed it to her with a careful smile.

[Raven]

Raven raised an eyebrow but took the paper in her hand. Turning it over she gave him one last look before staring at the picture. It was her, not like his usual consentration on the scenery, but her face. It was lovely, Raven flet her face heat up as she held the paper back out to the man.
"It's lovely," she said lightly.