Hopes, despairs, and jam? (Victorique Masters first, open)

Teufel watched the two interact with each other, still flushed with embarrassment from what Dan was saying. He couldn't read the notes, or minds for that matter. He just continued to smile to himself and thinked happy thoughts, like apples, or bunnies. Bunnies.... Be smiled happily at the thought. He had calmed down from that yandere incident, which he still had no idea what yandere was or how he looked, he was just sort of naturally protective of the few friends and family he had.

Reading Master's note he nodded his head and did that, waited. He didn't know what Dan would be doing, or what dan was talking with Masters about, so Teufel just looks duo at the sky and waited.

Teufel looked over at Masters and the apples, with a confused face. Was this what they were talking about? Was Dan planning this the whole time?? He looked over at the apples and then at masters. Maybe he was misjudging her this whole time and he was just being irrational about this. He looked at Masters and smiled.

"Oh,., um....thank you miss Masters. I'm sorry for being irrational when we first met... " he apologized, and made direct eye contact

He then looked at Dan for his reaction, to see if he was planning this the whole time. He wouldn't say anything, because Dan had helped him see that Masters was a nice person.

Masters watched the two brothers gaze upon each other with big eyes that seemed as though they could burst into glitter at any moment. Masters couldn't believe just how much two crispy, red apples could change the minds of strong willed men, so much so, that she almost lost herself in the terrifying thought that she could be some sort of evil manipulator that wouldn't be able to control her powers. Come to think of it, why did she run so quickly when holding the apples? No one ever noticed her unless she purposely made herself obvious, and that doesn't even begin to explain the fact that no one saw any value in beating Masters in a fight because she had the physical condition of a wet newspaper in the grey streets of London.

Unless...
Masters drew a straight line with her eyes as her attention focused on Dan. She felt nothing aside from a hint of intimidation and the warmth of a possible new friend breaking through her stubborn mindset.

Victorique then retraced her previous step and prayed that she would feel the exact same upon Teufel falling into her view.
But she didn't.

Her heartbeat increased slightly, she felt the need to stare at him regardless of the situation, she felt some form of chemical traveling around inside of her brain. Could it be Serotonin?

Masters maybe, uncertainly, kind of, sort of, positively, definitely...
Had developed a crush on Teufel whilst she was pretending to like him.

A look of embarrassment swept across Victorique's face as she turned 180 degrees and quietly gulped. This was the most ironic thing that could have possibly happened to her within the last 8 months at the very least. How could she fall for something that she herself invented and tailored for others to believe and not herself?! When did this happen? Why did it happen? Was it the antlers? The questions came one after the other like a thunderstorm. She found the antlers cute, but surely they weren't enough to spawn so much attraction to him. Deep down, Masters knew that when she read the bullet point list given to her by Dan, she instantly connected to Teufel on a level she would commonly boycott as though it was the black death. However, she refused to believe this and would not give in to such a silly concept.

Masters straightened her back and turned back around to the two brothers, now forcing a smile upon herself for the public to see as she now focused her eyes on his lips.

"This isn't acceptable behavior! I may need a hit to the stomach after all..."
Despite what she said, she continued to stare down Teufel and look away every time he would attempt to return the favor. At this point, she had no idea what to do or how to deal with the situation.

Masters looked over to Dan as if he could give her some form of advice without Teufel noticing. She didn't have the slightest clue as to what she could request of him. She needed not food, water, books or any basic need a human could desire to prolong their life, so she would have to come up with something much more cheesy and gag worthy.

Victorique wished she had used the opportunity to say something that could have increased the chemistry between the two of them, but in the end, all she managed to write on her follow up note was...

"Stay safe. If you don't, I won't forgive you."

As she held out the piece of paper to Teufel, she pressed her teeth together as though she was attempting to break the world's smallest jawbreaker.

"Take it take it take it take it!" she would mutter to herself inside of her lovestruck and clouded mind. She wasn't too sure how much longer she could resist the temptation to do something silly, but what she did know is that it was certainly on its way.

Masters noticed that Teufel was just about as shaken up as she was, which put her at ease for some reason. She couldn't be too sure why seeing Teufel as nervous as her helps the situation, but she dared not reverse the effects she had endured.

"A d-.. Date? Is he asking me on a date?"
Masters turned towards Dan once again, this time, not for support, but just for a brief moment of not having to watch Teufel as she developed a response. She hoped that this would give her even a slim chance of regaining complete control of herself as she wrote her next note, which this time around, came with yet another heart to the right of the message.

"I would be honored!" Teufel's note claimed.

Masters instantly rained on her own parade, telling herself that she was being much too formal and distant sounding in her messages. She still wasn't sure when she had fallen into such a sloppy and loving mood, which didn't even begin to explain how terrible she was with day to day interaction, let alone try to seduce a person using a pen and paper.

She hoped with all of her will that her note wouldn't make her seem ignorant, tensing up her hands and watching closely for Teufel's reaction to the note being the product of these peculiar thoughts.

(OOC: Refreshed the page merely seconds after you posted. What brilliant timing.)

Masters no longer felt the need to refresh her memory on how Dan was reacting to the situation. She could only imagine that looking to her left would supply her with the look of a Father who has seen his little boy find his first love. Hopefully, that expression would never have the chance to reverse.

As much as Masters loved the outdoors and plants, her hay fever would always assert its dominance one way or another if she was to step outside for too long. Yet, she couldn't help paint the wondrous image of foliage and rare flowers surrounding her. It was something she had never truly been able to relax and enjoy before.

Masters' hands started moving on their own, drawing up various types of flowers she had seen on her way over to America. Tulips, Roses, and her personal favorite, the Bonsai tree. The drawing she had made whilst in her own little world was but a mere outline of what she could do for a final product, but she felt it was more than enough for Teufel to be able to see that her choice was the Botanical gardens.