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Oh. Of course. There was a book right there. His mouth pursed into a thin line. It was a much more simple answer than Mark was expecting. He supposed there wasn’t a serious answer to why the student council, either. Gray probably knew someone here.
Gray looks like he’s about to say something when Mark puts his nomination in but doesn’t. Instead, he replies to what Mark said. It doesn’t surprise Mark. Compared to even him, Gray was pretty reserved. On the other hand, Mark can find it within himself to dance and even willfully participate with the themes on occasion.
“I don’t have a date right now and I don’t really have anyone I’m gonna ask, so yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck. High school dances didn’t really have a point if you didn’t have friends or a date to go with, or if you didn’t like the whole dancing like your’re in a club thing. There was something about getting out of the routine, though, and dressing up and going out.
“I guess I feel like I’m supposed to go,” he says.
Campaigning // Mark&Gray
“Taking your time.” Gray tips his chin up briefly, huffing out that response before his attention is flicking back down to the book, fully expecting Mark to leave now that he’s dropped the slip off.
He doesn’t.
It takes Gray a moment to realize he’s being addressed. Like a good conversational partner, he redirects his attention onto the blond once more, though his mouth twists into a frown. He doesn’t think it’s much of this guy’s business – what he’s doing here. But the guy isn’t being rude; so Gray doesn’t have much reason for being a jerk in response, as uncomfortable as it makes him. He tents his fingers, apparently the kind of person who can’t maintain eye-contact for longer than a few seconds at a time, judging by the way he glances elsewhere when he replies.
“Reading.” Plainly. That is definitely a thing he is doing (which ISN’T a whole lotta nothing, thank you very much). Gray squints when the slip finally drops into the box. Had Mark voted for himself? His lips part – he looks like he’s about to bring it up, up until he shakes his head and decides on just dropping his chin back into his palm. “…I guess so? Never been one for dancing much, myself. Don’t like getting dressed up either, now that I think about it…um.”
“You going alone?”
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After looking though Google for a 1920s-themed outfit that Mark could easily afford, Mark thought it would be easy to buy a pair of suspeders, a clip on tie, and a really cool hat. If the dance wasn’t much to remember, he’d still have this neat hat! Gosh he loved hats. Now he didn’t have to style his hair.
#portraits#ha:summerdance#my art#harvest moon#island of happiness#sunshine islands#mark#im gonna do replies after cleaning my room and reading my summer book#so like#tonight MAYBE
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He picked up the pen and started to fill out one of the slips. Name, grade, and -- and, gosh, if Gray didn’t stare, and --
Mark turned around. “Wh -- I am?”
Now that he stopped he had no idea why he was acting like he’d commited a crime anyways. It’s not like Gray could tell who he was nominating. But. But his nervousness might have tipped him off. Shit.
Mark took a minute to think of a response when it hit him. “Hey, what are you doing here anyway?” It sure looked like a whole lot of nothing, (other than staring at Mark, yeesh). “Sorry, I’ve just never, like, done much with these dances besides attend, so I figured... this is my last summer dance. I ought to go for it and nominate somebody.” He looked at the slip again... and plopped it into the box.
Campaigning // Mark&Gray
Dancing was never a thing Gray cared for. He still goes, almost every year, just to be a part of something. It leaves him off on the sidelines until he gets bored enough to return to his room, but he still thinks it’s better than spending the time studying or…sitting with Gill.
Flipping the page of his book, his attention drifts over information he’s unable to retain with his mind in the clouds. He finds himself re-reading the same paragraph three or four times before he gives in and props his elbow up on the tabletop, cheek resting in his palm.
Like a sieve.
People had been coming and going since he got here, but he had himself preoccupied up until now – so the intrusion is more of a distraction, and Gray lets his gaze follow the blond’s movements. He wouldn’t have been watching him if Mark wasn’t acting so damn weird. Gray considers leaving it, considers tipping his head forward and burying his nose back into his book, but—–
“…Are you gonna hurry and put it in, or not? You’re hard to ignore.”
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Sandwich Queen // Mark&Georgia
@rxzberries
Nothing was more mundane than standing in the sandwich shop and waiting for the lunch rush. But Mark was used to mundane and standing in shops so that was fine by him. And just as mundanely, a customer walked in. Hoist the sails, boys. It’s lunchtime.
“Welcome to Sandwich King!” Mark sang. He straightened his back and smiled at the girl who walked in: Georgia.
Mark heard a scoff and glanced over to his coworker. He rolled his eyes.He was gonna focus on the task at hand. And also talking to her.
“Hey, Georgia. What can I get to you today?”
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Campaigning // Mark&Gray
Mark wandering the hallways after class, thinking of grabbing a bite someplace, when he saw a poster for the Summer Dance. They were everywhere, actually, and they always attracted Mark’s eye, as posters do to people. He never really thought much of it, but he stopped in front of the poster today. He wanted to properly read it.
It looked like there was still time to be nominated to be king or queen. The dance was Sunday night. Mark shifted his weight, chewed the inside of his cheek.
Aw, what the heck? There wasn’t any harm in it. Exams were over and he was a senior. If he was going to go, being a nominee (or even king) would make it a little more special. Even better, the student council was close by.
Other than the student council, he didn’t expect anyone to be there, but when he slid into the room, someone looked up at him from whatever they were doing. Oh, great, they’d see him doing this. Avoiding eye contact, Mark shuffled over to the nomination box.
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He choked on a laugh a little as he opened the basket. The cookies made her really happy. “No problem, and thanks,” he said with a smile. “I’m not a pro cook, but it should all taste fine.”
The projector turned on and the images on the screen started to roll. There was a white sheet hung up in front of everybody, and slowly, the title appeared and the movie started to play. Mark barely remembered what this movie was about. A romantic comedy, but he didn’t think it should be a problem. He reached into the basket and pulled out a tub of bruschetta, ready to eat.
Two Months Ago [Mark&Agate]
Mark raised his eyebrows and smiled. He shrugged. “You got me there,” he said, and waved for her to follow. “If it’s too lovey-dovey, we can always ditch for someplace more fun.”
He layer down a picnic blanket and set the basket in the middle. “I brought bruschetta and sangria, of you’re hungry. There’s cookies and Nutella, too,” he said, sitting down.
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Mark’s head picked up when Alisa noticed him. He smiled in a way that pulled gently at his eyes and showed just a little teeth. He gave a big wave, ever the friendly. “Hey! Alisa!”
He slowed to a quick walk as he met with Alisa. It seemed she was enjoying her lunch. Mark, being hungry himself, found dumplings to be a very cute food. “Are you enjoying yourself out here?”
You know those heart-shaped things? | Mark&Alisa
Parading through the forest, Mark picked up herb after herb. The grass in the forest got pretty thick if he didn’t forage them regularly. It was pretty ridiculous how quickly things grew here, actually, but Mark was a farmer, so as long as he applied himself well, there was nothing to complain about. Those herbs were helpful when he couldn’t afford food, too, and they were handy and quick, despite being bitter and generally kinda gross.
Mark was nothing near picky though. Winter had recently ended so a mass of colored herbs had grown ripe for the taking. The turning of the seasons was really intense. Mark wiped the sweat off his brow. Uprooting herbs was easier than weeds, but he needed a break. He turned for the church and jogged on over, and it seemed Alisa was taking a break, too…
#i'm horrible for delaying so long but here's the dork /shoves him#a-real-faith#*nostalgic ally remembers my Alisa rp days*
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Mark raised his eyebrows and smiled. He shrugged. “You got me there,” he said, and waved for her to follow. “If it’s too lovey-dovey, we can always ditch for someplace more fun.”
He layer down a picnic blanket and set the basket in the middle. “I brought bruschetta and sangria, of you’re hungry. There’s cookies and Nutella, too,” he said, sitting down.
Two Months Ago [Mark&Agate]
Mark laughed lowly again. “I guess not. But we never really talked about it. She just put money on me. It wasn’t personal.” He was a little disappointed himself for similar reasons, but he did his best to rationalize it. It made him happy, though, that this girl could say things like that for him, even if she seemed to feel a little more strongly.
He held the basket over his shoulder. “Really?” he asked and raised and eyebrow, a crack on his face. “I dunno… It’s a couple’s event. Are you looking for someone to spend Harmony Day with, too?” He was joking, mostly. Mark laughed. “Well, I’d be glad to have somebody to share this picnic basket with. Nice to meet you Agate. Come on.”
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