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

(OOC: I'm experimenting with writing styles at the moment, I apologize if the next set of messages are a boring read!)

Masters took the short opportunity that Teufel and Dan speaking together had brought about to observe the cards on the table. Being brought up in such a strict and formal manner, she never had the chance to actually play any sort of card games with her parents. To her, the cards may as well have had images of pancakes and batternburgs printed onto them.

Such divine thoughts of an assortment of treats sparked a neurological pathway back to action within Masters' hypothalamus, which would inevitably remind Masters that she had not eaten since breakfast via a rumbling stomach. Throughout her time in England with her parents, she had been taught that allowing such a thing to happen was just as impolite as tipping a drink over a guests head, as it shows that you weren't prepared to spend a long time with those who you have taken a liking to.

This was the complete opposite of what Masters was hoping Teufel would picture in his mind when he heard the name "Victorique Masters", and for that reason, she quickly looked up to Teufel's face in hopes that he would either forgive her for being so rude or even better still, that he hadn't heard it in the first place. Masters cursed herself for being so foolish as to not buy herself any form of refreshment on her journey to tame Teufel using a pair of Apples, doing all she could to make herself look as though she was sorry, which came more than just naturally due to how insecure she felt in the heat of the moment.

It seemed as though Masters and her stomach simply weren't discreet enough in communicating to each other, Teufel had heard her stomach's complaint and looked down at her with eyes that Masters wasn't quite able to read for a reason unknown to her.

Masters saw Teufel taking out the apple she had brought him and was stumped on what the appropriate action to take at the time would be. It may well be that Masters had bought it for him and therefore had a right to request at least part of it for herself, but if she was to take the offer, it would solidify the fact that she wasn't able to properly take care of herself.

Teufel then made his next snackrifice, which in this instance would be some tea. Masters could never resist a cup of warm tea, it seemed ludicrous to even consider such a horrendous act. Her mind said yes, her stomach said yes, and her throat which had gone into a drought most certainly wasn't going to decline the liquid form of her home country.

Masters puffed out her cheeks, caving in and taking both off the offered items as a result.
"Can do better than this..." she would say to herself like an unemployed crazy cat woman who hasn't applied for a job in five years as she shamefully took a first bite of her apple.

(OOC: Thank you! Hopefully it isn't too hard to get used to.)

The poison of defeat made the apple taste much more sour than Masters could stomach, but when you're hungry and there's food in front of you, everything is tasty. To distract herself from the sharply pointed defeat she had been stabbed through the chest with, Masters joined Teufel in watching Dan's game. The atmosphere of peace was beautiful, even with a body on the floor, this scene seemed like something that should be in a picture. If only she had brought a camera.

Masters soon remembered that she had her notepad, which was quickly running out of paper due to the mass sending of notes and scribbles she and her pencil had endured throughout the day. She sat down on the floor and crossed her legs, balancing her apple on her left knee. Turning her notepad sideways, Masters started drawing up a picture of the delinquents playing cards, sketching the rough outlines onto the notepad and preparing the vague shapes for more detailed lines which would be implemented later on into the picture. Whilst carrying out this act, Masters still refused to let go of Teufel's hand, it was a struggle she was perfectly fine with living through so long as her hand was never cold and lonely again.

Teufel felt a little awkward by how every few moments someone would stare at him like he was a little child with a juicebox in his hand. Granted he was small for his age, and only a little taller then Masters. He looked over at Masters drawing. He thought of the scene like a group of friends chatting happily while roasting chestnuts over a fire. Maybe him and some friends could rent a big abandon house to do so as a family and friend time. He looked over at Master's drawing again.

"Wow Miss Masters...that's a really good drawing.." He said again, staring and smiling with wide innocent eyes.

Teufel read the note and nodded his head. He reached into his pack to see if he had any paper, but he had none of it. The one day he forgot to bring some. He didn't know where this conversation was going to go, but he just nodded. While he did he was thinking of Friday at the botanical gardens. What will they do? Just stroll around and talk or something? Maybe go have lunch? Who knows. Teufel looked deep in thought as he thought about what to do at the botanical gardens

Teufel looked slightly surprised when masters spoke. Teufel thought she was mute or simply didn't like to talk at all. But the english in her voice confirmed that she wasn't from America. He didn't know how to respond at first, but then he just decided to play this out by instinct. Who knows how it may be or turn out.

"Yes?" He simply said

OOC: sorry for the short post

Teufel continued to smile even after Masters told him about the freckled student cheating, but he had a rather, insane yandere glint in his eye. If that student was going to cheat, teufel would brin righ justice on them. He carefully snapped a photo of the freckled student and the cards he planned on using to cheat. Then he smiled at masters politely.

"E-excuse me miss Masters, I just have to take care of something." He said in the most gentlemanly way he could.

Then he went up and tossed the phone to Dan, showing him the cheating picture, and he was still smiling. After that he grabbed the collar of the freckled faced cheater and dragged him around a corner. This led to some rather violent noises coming from the corner, and several screams of pain and agony could be heard in the distance.