The Two Sides Of The Moon

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After class Arsling has sat down nearby and taken out her sketchbook, opening a page with a half finished wolf sketch, a sense of light calm over Arsling as she begins sketching the sharp teeth

Didi has some doodles in her notes, but when she notices Arsling’s sketch her jaw drops.

“Whoa! She’s gorgeous!” declares Didi, leaning over Arsling’s sketchbook. Didi has torn black jeans on, along with a sleeveless charcoal shirt that shows off her toned arms and her bust. It has some indecipherable band logo printed on it, cracked and faded, and her backpack is a well-worn canvas hiker’s back.

Arsling almost jumps, not expecting the sudden praise, or was this person talking about her, regardless she was a little spooked as she turned around

"Oh, erm thanks? I try my best" Arsling declares, the statement true of both her dark academia girl getup and her sketching

“Are you just drawing her from memory? Are you some kind of art genius or do you just really like wolves?” asked the girl, still leaning close over the sketchbook but looking at Arsling instead.

"Oh memory, I'm actually not a fan of wolves if I'm honest, they freak me out and seem to like nipping at my heels, but as a wise woman once said, know your enemy” She smirks at you and sarcastically states “buuut if you wanna think im an artistic genius you’re more than welcome to” she leans back in her chair quickly having come back from being startled

Didi grins, not at all persuaded. The way the redhead is drawing that wolf doesn’t look to her eye like she’s drawing an enemy. She lets it pass, though, as she listens to the girl’s melodic accent.

She grabs a nearby chair and spins it around to sit backwards facing Arsling, hands on the back of the chair and chin resting atop it.

“I’m Didi, by the way,” she says, peering curiously at the sketchbook. “Do you draw anything besides scary wolves?”

“Im Arsling, eh yeah here, i got a few sketches of home and some other beasties” she turns a few pages showing off sketches of a giggling ferret with dragonfly wings on the next page a drawing of a old house with some blood markings on the door, some sketches look different than most, looking more like an attempt to visualise a 3d object or environment “some art and some stuff for class and sculpturing” they say matter o factly “so what do you do?”

Didi smiles at the whimsical sketch and cocks her head at the bloody door and the other sketches, before nodding appreciatively. “Art genius confirmed,” she says, leaning back on her chair and holding onto the back of it with her hands.

“As for me,” Didi continues. “Well, my major is mech E, but if you really want to see ‘what I do,’ come to the derby match tonight.”

"Ah you do derby? Impressive, can't say I've ever watch derby or know anything about it but I'll gladly take you up on that if I don't have any homework" Arsling gives as genuine a smile she can, afterall she is being truthful she knows fuckall about derby and she won't think that'll change, but hay a nice pretty girl with cool hair just offered so might as well take it, afterall what does she have to lose

“The short version is that a bunch of hot queers race around the track on skates beating the hell out of each other for thrills and glory.” Didi stands and tosses her chair back where it came from.

Her pale blue eyes meet Arsling’s. “I’ll see you there.”

Arsling smiles back her emerald green eyes shining back, still can't entirely determine if she's flirting, but she likes this "ofcourse, I hope I enjoy it" she quickly scribbles down her number on a piece of paper and passes it to Didi, "if I don't I hope to see you around in general"

Didi gives her a cocky smile and takes the paper, stowing it in her bra.

“See you around”