Jill
"Oh Naoto," Florence spoke in a gentle voice as she sat down at the pool's edge, knees kept close to her face. Her movements were slow as if her hands dug through air replaced by thick fog. Her gaze was elsewhere as she sat down her sandals beside her, only the faintest click of wood against wood being heard. "I'm sure whatever you come up with will be better than any of the chumps that try wooing me." Her breath became airy, plagued by a deep sigh that rose from her chest. She appeared disappointed with the world, save for the faint attempt of smiling at Naoto's remarks on her swimsuit. "You're too sweet, dear Naoto," Florence removed her hat, letting her azure locks drape over her face like curtains calling act to close. Normally, Florence was strong, poised to lead her life the way she wanted. Yet, when she was with Naoto, all the lonely feelings that she cast away came rushing back like seafoam-laden waters. "What did a washed-up artist like me do to have you as a friend?" She asked with her face slightly hidden between locks of hair and comforting knees. What you could see was one of her eyes, a shadow cast over it as if part of Florence's essence had been whisked away.
Douglas
Naoto would offer her a weak smile. He would take hold of her hand and would run the back of it. "Oh dear, friendship can't be earned by any means. WHy I rmember the first time seeing you perform. You commanded the stage and swept the audiance into a world of your own creation. You did all this while still be unashamedly you. Did I ever tell you that you brought me to tears when I heard you sing for the first time?" Naoto chcukled. "I know it may seem goofy but your words, your voice, your very being toched my heart. That, my dear Florence is why I choose to be your friend. Because I see all that you do and I believe the world to be a better place because of it." He would look to her with a warm smile. "What is it that weighs on your heart, my friend?" He would scoot a bit closer. "And don't try to deny it to keep up apperances. It is perfectly fine to be sad. It is perfectly fine to be angry. It's perfectly fine to feel any emotion on the spectrum. Just don't do it alone."
Jill
Florence allowed Naoto to take hold of her hand for his grasp was gentle and brimming with warmth the likes only a pure-hearted being could bestow. His words slowly worked away at the knot that overwhelmed Florence's heart. Slowly, but surely, the woman would lower her knees, dipping her toes in the water as she bestowed the gift of her full gaze to the man comforting her. Her chest rose and fell as a deep sigh ran away with her breath like a phantom thief. Her words followed her breath, metaphorical police investigators running after the aforementioned thief with burning and abrupt poise. "I'm thirty," She spoke with eyes half shut, gaze broken away as she recomposed herself briefly, "And, I've never been loved the right way." Florence gently pulled her hand away as her plight sank into the clear water of the pool. Her doubt began melting away and, in its place, remained her usual demeanor. "I know it's not me," Her hand waved in the air with poise as she leaned back. "I'm beautiful and fun to be around. Men and woman want me and fish fear me." Milotic momentarily paused her aquatic frolicking, confused by the words. Nevertheless, she ignored whatever was said and continued her merry splashing. "Oh," She exclaimed, changing her position from being laid back to being on her knees, leaning towards Naoto while maintaining her balance. Her hands rested beside her on the wooden deck. "Maybe you have a friend who's single and just as romantic as you?" She inquired with sparkles in her eyes, curiously excited about having a romantic partner on the same level of competence as her friend.