Charles
◇ A perfect day... But what to do with it?

□ Well, in Margo's book it seemed like a good afternoon to simply sit outside in the sun with Cosmo, appropriately fitted with a beardie-specific harness hooked up to an extendable leash. The only heat the little guy had felt in months was the stale lifeline of the heat lamp, so with spring seemingly finally leaving its wet chills behind she had decided to take him out for a little while, just to give him a chance to bask in the sun and enjoy the nice weather. As for herself? She had the leash firmly planted in her lap, a green Thermos full of tea, and a book in hand.

▪︎ Needless to say, it was a great day so far, and she'd *Just* Sat down. Cosmo hadn't even really had a chance to explore yet, and she hadn't cracked her book open, but she just couldn't stop looking around. Weird.
Robert
Violetta found herself wandering the area, another day another pointless walk around campus- because truth be told, she didn't really know of what else to be doing.


And it was searing hot- well- to Violetta at least it was; she had her ways with heat, and she had her ways of always having a bitter complaint as soon as it goes above 7°C.
She sat down at a nearby bench with a sigh. The further along spring went, the faster along the summer would sprint towards her, and kick her into having to wear god forbid... Short sleeve shirts.

Looking around with a quiet huff, Violetta made eye contact with Margo, staring for a moment as she comprehended who it was... Before immediately turning to look away once she had gathered who it was.

The one time Violetta leaves her notebook in her dorm.
The one time.
Charles
◇ Brief eye contact, but it was enough.

□ Still looking around the prison grounds with an inquisitive eye, she initially hadn't seen that much. Someone was on the roof as usual, a group of prisoners were hanging out around a picnic table graciously left out by the administration, but nothing quite caught her eye like one random bystander on a bench. Splotchy marks of what she could only assume was burn tissue marked the right side of her face, her eye itself also seemingly clouded over by whatever trauma had caused such a distinctive patch of scar tissue. Before she realized it the other girl had looked away, and it was only then that she realized she'd been staring for God knows how long, captivated with her hand firmly grasping Cosmo's leash.

▪︎ She didn't even realize she'd grabbed it; it was purely instinct, and that realization reminded her of how much she really cared about her lizard companion.

◆ "Hey." Margo called out, her voice awkward and butch with a serious accent and a dose of hormonal confusions. "Nice day out, huh?"
Robert
Violetta hadn't expected much outside of just a little awkwardness; despite her intrigue in Margo, the short girl wasn't quite that keen on making conversation without the notepad to prompt.
But life is about risks and all that cheesy stuff, so she forfeited her dignity and smiled awkwardly at Margo.

It was clearly forced, not in a rude way- more in a 'watch out, I'm not good at this' way.

But her attention zipped back to Margo upon words being said.

Nice day out... Was it a nice day out? Painstakingly, she considered for a moment Margo as a whole.
A little bit cranky, overall easy going.

Violetta can work with that, if she plays her cards right. Only Violetta Suite can get me wording something as simple as a conversation like this.

"It's... Alright I suppose. I'm not huge on warm weather; One of these days I'll have to start wearing short sleeves, and that just means more of me to sunburn."
Pessimistic answer, but her awkward smile remained

"I'm sure your lizard loves it though."
Charles
◆ "Oh, you burn easy? That sucks." Margo plainly replied, letting her grip on the leash loosen, but not entirely. She knew how Cosmo was when he was outdoors. "I'm the opposite. It's been cold all goddamn winter and I'm finally able to show off my ink and my muscles again, so that's cool."

□ In some ways, today was similar to a few days prior, where she'd met the so-called "Cat burglar" Of the Cradle while warming up for her daily jog. However, the stakes were just a bit higher because she could tell that both ends of this conversation that had just been struck struggled to socialize a little bit. For Margo it wasn't so bad, save for a spine-crawling aversion to eye contact or smelling someone else's breath as they spoke, so she figured she could survive this chat. 

▪︎ She'd always survive. Even if it was awkward, she'd still be alive on the other end.

◆ "Oh, you noticed him? Yeah, he's... Happy. This is his first day out in the sun this year, he's always happy as a clam when he's out here." She spoke, reaching out with her free hand and gently running her knuckles down Cosmo's back, wincing as the bumps knocked against still-tender knuckles from that fight the other night. "I think he just ate a bug of some sort, actually. I can see him snapping his jaws shut like there's something in there... Anyways. What's gotcha out here in such a nice layered get-up when it's... What, seventeen degrees in the sun?"
Robert
"Yes I burn easy. I feel that looks quite obvious."


"I see, i think I'd do the same if i had ink or muscles but... I can't say I do."
Sure enough, Violetta looked scrawny. Even with her long sleeved shirt on and such, one could just tell she was a lot more fragile than most people. Like a glass jar of ice, she could be easily shattered.
Which is probably why she's got such a cautious attitude on her belt.

Honestly, most of her walks end in conversation as of late- which left her inconvenienced; but it was best for her to grow accustomed to it. Because as much as absence makes the heart grow fonder, that only really works if she knew much about people.

"Looks like an easy life. Being a lizard I mean."
Violetta nodded, her stoic stare at the lizard now; though despite her empty glare, she seemed amused enough, the corners of her mouth pointing up.

"I just like going on walks, I've had nothing to do recently."
She shrugged
"I usually have a notepad on me, but I left it in my dorm." 
Though she seemed to be doing okay without it, which is pleasing..
"And I'm always layered up, I don't even feel that hot"
Spoiler: she's lying.

"And you? Anything aside from.. Lizard walking?"
Violetta cringed at herself then, hoping her composure stayed enough for her to at least look confident
Charles
◆ "I mean, shit, if you're 16 and your parents don't consider you dead then Ahmed down at the Ghost Ship'll do you right. He did this one..." Margo held up her right hand to show off the tatto she recently had done up, running up from her wrist to the tip of her pinky. "And he's gonna be filling in most of my half sleeve in a few weeks. June 29th, thank fucking God."

□ Letting her hand drop back down, she looked up at the other lass, whose attempt at humour had mostly flown over her head. From what she did catch, though, it seemed to be a dry jab at herself, something she didn't really need given her skin's propensity to burn. Margo let the whole joke slide by and instead loosened the lock that had kept Cosmo within two feet of her. "Yeah, it's pretty easy if you're living in a cage, man. He's fuckin' *Pampered,* At least compared to if he was out in the Australian outback, but I think I keep him healthy. He's not fat, he molts regularly, he eats well, guy's living the dream, man."

▪︎ A pause followed. 

◆ "But yeah, I get that. Not my business what's in it, but it's just there to keep you sane, right?" She hoped that was the reason. "Anyways, guess you should savour these last days of spring; it's calling for something like twenty degrees at least every day next week. Might be about time to see if the Cradle lets us have window ACs, huh?"