All Work, No Play [OPEN]

"Ugh, this will never do!" the boy groaned crossly, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. "This fabric won't be able to withstand the outdoor conditions well enough without fading or wearing down..." Before the blonde boy lay a multitude of supplies and a few different swatches of fabric, along with their respective rolls.
He ran a hand through his hair and nibbled on the end of his glasses furiously. He had been at this all day, trying to find the perfect materials for this job, but it was not going and swimmingly as he had hoped. "Maybe I should call Mom and Dad, they might have something in mind and be able to send it over." he thought to himself outloud. "No, that would take too long! Besides, I can do this myself, I don't even have time for all of the questions they'll probably have either."
The Autumn was so enthralled in his own thoughts that he took no notice of any others who might be listening in.

OOC;; Don't mind if I do... *cough*

IC;; It was only natural such a storm outside would drive her into the studios - the one place she felt comfortable with and was fine with staying alone. Particulates of snow fell to the ground in a heavy drizzle, the blistering gray flurry pummeling the external area with a gloomy atmosphere, a desolate aura. The white flaked bits scattered on the ground below her, the door opening with a loud thud as she held it open with one hand, the other clinging onto her chest as she grasped for any possible portion of air.

Her eyes were plastered to the ground just as the snow was paved onto her figure, sticking like glue holds color pieces of paper together to form a work of art. Shivering a bit, Lamia came in, lost in her own trail of thoughts just as she did on the days were rain and snow came down best before getting knocked out of it by another voice.

Startled to hear someone else, a feminine-like that was still masculine (?) was heard echoing the walls of the studio, and although Lamia was hoping for some privacy, it wasn't likely to happen in a place like this. Carefully shutting the door, careful not to slam it, it was all going well until...

"W-woah...! O-oww...."

She slipped on the thin layers of ice that she had brought in with her.

OOC;; PS. I suck at writing my first post in any topic.

OOC: Haha, that's pretty much his voice! :D

IC: The blonde boy was torn from his thoughts on his predicament by the voice of another person, although admittedly it was more of an exclamation. He rushed to pull open the door to his studio room, his head out of it and into the seemingly empty hallway. "Is someone out there?" he called out, his tone a mixture of concern and annoyance. "Ugh, I don't have time for this!" he groaned with a dismissive wave of his hand as he turned to go back to his work.
If not to the squeak of rubber-on-tile and a quiet moan of pain Sebastian would have thought that his cluttered mind had imagined the whole thing. Soon he was racing down the hall, only to find a dark haired girl lying on the floor in front of the entrance. This part of the hallway was freezing cold, and, from the icy puddle which seemed to be the cause of the girl's fall, he deducted that it was snowing outside.
"Oh my god, honey, what happened?!" he exclaimed as he held out his hands to help her up from the ground.

Everything seemed deathly silent for a few moments. The soft layer of snow that had covered the floor from its spectacular entrance had begun to melt slightly and the chilly west breeze began to die down, an ominous whisper sounding the studios. The weather seemed to be downright miserable at the moment. She felt a bit nervous around here all of a sudden, realizing that she had walked in at the wrong time. While it would've been her first visit to the studios since she came back to Beata, Lamia suddenly regretted it when it seemed that the room was occupied.

Hesitating to grab the stranger's hand, fearful that her powers would get in the way again, Lamia was a bit shaken from her fall, and her arm was unsteady when she reached out. Yet, she immediately withdrew it and delicately shook her head. I could still kill him by accident...

Refusing his gesture, she got up on her own, stammering out a lame apology, "I-i'm s-sorry f-for bothering y-you... Y-you seem t-to have something important t-to do." Her words were jittery and felt with slight unease. Something still seemed off about the students at this school... no matter how social, friendly, or kind they were.

We're just different from normal people... It's just something I need to get used to again, right? Her attempts at convincing herself otherwise were failing and a small frown etched her features. Realizing that he may mistake her for being disappointed about him or something, she hastily attempted to fix that minor mishap in a feeble chance that wasn't likely to succeed, "O-oh...u-uhm...I-i..."

"S-sorry..."