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*Felixir* · 10-28-2015, 03:16 AM

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Originally Posted by Deezerz

She understood. He wanted her to change the color of the earmuffs, but he could at least add a 'please' in there. Due to the lack of tone it could be taken that he was trying to order her. Astrid, though, decided to take it as in he wanted it as a favor, therefore, there was no problem with that.

"Alright, a different color." She studied the earmuffs briefly, then turned her attention back on the boy. A thought nudged her at the back of her mind. "What's your favorite color?" Merlin forbid she changed them to his least favorite color, though, him being here asking for a color change was saying much about preference.

His favourite... what was his favourite... colour?

Daxton stared blankly at Baxter for a moment, before redirecting his gaze back to the earmuffs. His favourite colour. What was his favourite colour? No-one had ever asked him that, and on the list of questions that Daxton tended to ask himself, the topic of a 'favourite colour' never ranked very highly. For some reason the question in this room, in this context, was completely unexpected, and Daxton did not know how to answer, he did not know the answer.

His brain stalled as he processed the question, trying to decide then and there how to respond, trying to decide what his favourite colour was, and did he have any at all? The question seemed to completely throw him, despite its simple nature, and Daxton found himself wishing she had asked him something easier. A science question, and history question, something about any of his favourite books. The longer he thought, the more internally flustered Daxton got, until there was a real danger that he might start appearing flustered too.

Eventually, finally, not knowing how else to respond and apparently suddenly incapable of giving a written response, Daxton closed his notebook and pointed to its black front cover. Black. That would do. The idea had occurred to him that she was asking in reference to what colour he would want the earmuffs, and black would be fine. Not technically a colour, depending on who you asked, but certainly in keeping with the rest of his dark wardrobe.

And did he feel better now that he had answered?

... No.

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Felixir Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,224 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Typhon Prince Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Fifth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Quote: Originally Posted by Deezerz She understood. He wanted her to change the color of the earmuffs, but he could at least add a 'please' in there. Due to the lack of tone it could be taken that he was trying to order her. Astrid, though, decided to take it as in he wanted it as a favor, therefore, there was no problem with that. "Alright, a different color." She studied the earmuffs briefly, then turned her attention back on the boy. A thought nudged her at the back of her mind. "What's your favorite color?" Merlin forbid she changed them to his least favorite color, though, him being here asking for a color change was saying much about preference. His favourite... what was his favourite... colour? Daxton stared blankly at Baxter for a moment, before redirecting his gaze back to the earmuffs. His favourite colour. What was his favourite colour? No-one had ever asked him that, and on the list of questions that Daxton tended to ask himself, the topic of a 'favourite colour' never ranked very highly. For some reason the question in this room, in this context, was completely unexpected, and Daxton did not know how to answer, he did not know the answer. His brain stalled as he processed the question, trying to decide then and there how to respond, trying to decide what his favourite colour was, and did he have any at all? The question seemed to completely throw him, despite its simple nature, and Daxton found himself wishing she had asked him something easier. A science question, and history question, something about any of his favourite books. The longer he thought, the more internally flustered Daxton got, until there was a real danger that he might start appearing flustered too. Eventually, finally, not knowing how else to respond and apparently suddenly incapable of giving a written response, Daxton closed his notebook and pointed to its black front cover. Black. That would do. The idea had occurred to him that she was asking in reference to what colour he would want the earmuffs, and black would be fine. Not technically a colour, depending on who you asked, but certainly in keeping with the rest of his dark wardrobe. And did he feel better now that he had answered? ... No. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!