prismatica | UN: teacupprincess

[It is in the heat of the triple moon and someone is a moth-like creature.

She's recording in her residence, which appears a little more put together than the last time she addressed the network from it. Evidently, she has been surviving quite well enough on her own.

Perne is trying to hide a portion of herself as subtly as she can, dark hair in her eyes, but the fuzzy antennae dangle to and fro and with four arms, she does twice as much fidgeting.

...This is, truthfully, the first time she's been so open about her transformation. In the end, she is here for a reason.]

Do we have any painters here? I suppose one adept in sketching would also suffice.
I would like to commission a piece.

[She pauses.]

It must be tasteful, yet alluring and beautifully sensual.

[Perne shifts just enough to sit back before she continues.]

I can pay in Chroma or with other bartering items. I study plants and have begun to craft teas. If you find yourself interested, please arrange with me that I might see some of your other works and determine if your style suits mine desires.

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[It isn't easy to bring over completed paintings but his height does him some favors so he doesn't look too awkward. It's fine. He'll just carry them on his back. Besides, he did bring over sketches that he had already done as he practiced.

But by the time he's knocking at her door, it's definitely been over an hour but he can barely make it to his classes most of the time. Soubi isn't punctual at all. When she does open the door, though, she'll be faced with somebody who looks every bit of an eccentric artist. Long blond hair with a long coat with fake fur trim over his solid white tank top, bandages covering all over his neck. He stands out and in all the worst ways.]

I'm sorry I'm late.

[Perne, whilst keen on being early to everything, has learned not to hold others to those standards. As such, when Soubi arrives on the scene, she does not judge him.

Much.

In greeting him, she cannot help giving him a once over. She doesn't know very many artists particularly well, so she realises she has had no idea of what to expect. Considering her own appearance and behaviour, she... has had her own share of looks.

And likely reputations that she is entirely unaware of. Her Cordis blessing only makes that a bit stranger.

As gracefully as she can manage, she dips her head and steps aside to wave him in with a willowy arm.]

You hardly have need to apologise.

[As she's getting a better look at him and how he's come with them in tow, she cannot disguise her concern with the furrow of her brow.]

Had I known this would trouble you so, certainly we could have come up with a different arrangement, ser.

[Soubi, for his part, does a good job at not staring. It isn't because he's polite but because it is rude to do this to a customer. Even if she looks like a moth.

Once he's inside, he stands and waits for her to guide him.]

Don't worry about it. They aren't that heavy and I couldn't make you do all the work if you don't even know if you'd like my art at all.

[His customer service skills usually need work but right now, this isn't the worst he could be.]

It would be little work considering you came here at mine behest.

[Perne closes the door after he's shown himself inside and she leads him to her sitting room. There isn't a lot in her abode. The simple and essential things. Things that Estinien has gotten for her in an effort to make her stay more comfortable.

At least it doesn't look a sad and sorry state any longer.

She gestures at the spacious layout for him. He can make himself comfortable if it pleases him.]

May I get you anything? I put tea on a little bit ago, if you wish for some.

Ah, I'll take some. Thank you. [Usually he wouldn't want any but it's rude not to take what is offered and he is trying to be polite right now. Good manners are annoying to constantly worry about but he's gotten better at it at least.] I'll take out my pieces for you while you gather the tea?

[He's already unloaded the art off of his shoulders as he had to sit down, of course.]

I'll wait for you to come back to show it.

Take your time. [There is a pause as Perne reconsiders.] That is, if you do not have somewhere else to be. I would not wish to keep you from something important, or to impose.

[She dips her head politely and at least moves long enough to retrieve for them both a cup each. She brings with her milk. Sugar. Honey. Lemon. Anything he might think he'll need. Everyone seems to take their tea differently, after all.

Perne sets it all down on the endtable closest to him.]

Please, help yourself.

[If Soubi doesn't drink any right away, it isn't because he's trying to be rude. Really, he hadn't wanted any tea in the first place but then it was rude not to accept.

Either way, he wasn't showing his best manners but he is trying.] I have plenty of time. Don't worry. I'll show you my work now so I don't take up too much of your time.

[Soubi takes his paintings out and luckily for her, they aren't his more depressing ones. One is simply orange lillies falling from the dark to the ground. Another is of butterflies fluttering away, all of different gradients of the rainbow. But the other two are of the band that he had talked about. Just simple poses of the men with a solid colored background. He is skilled at what he does and knows how to paint and well. He wouldn't be getting by so well with commissions if he wasn't.]

This is some of what I have. [He gives her the sketches he brought over. They're nude poses of women which maybe is a bit forward but she did want a nude piece? It's good to show that he knows how to paint them.]

[His demeanour suits her fine. Perne, whilst observant, does not possess the same intuition with those she is not particularly close to. As such, she can only admire his professionalism, terse as it may seem.

With her cup in hand, she begins to examine his works. Vibrant. Saturated. The first couple she peers at, any road. They're lovely. He has no way of knowing it, but lilies are her favourite flower. She's stuck on it for some moments in her own kind of appreciation before she moves along, a discerning eye, if anything.]

These are quite lovely.

[He offers her the sketches in question and if it were any other situation, it's entirely possible that she might have turned a few shades of pink. But this is a very important meeting with a very important end goal in mind. Estinien deserves the best, does he not? And she must have the best portray her.

As she examines the details, the posturing, the very lines themselves, her head tips.]

These are, as well. Is this something you do where you come from?

Thank you. [He takes the compliment graciously. Soubi doesn't think much of his own skill although he's been told he's good. But if you're selling your art then you shouldn't disagree.]

I'm an art student at university and I've been painting since I was a child. I guess you could say it's one of my passions. [Although he really doesn't have passion for anything but it does sound good when you call it that, huh?]

Flowers are my favorites to paint. [He had noticed how she looked at his pictures of lilies.]

[Whilst Perne can't claim to know what a 'university' truly is, she is able to glean enough from 'student' to make appropriate conjecture. Either way, he is good at what he does. He has evidently practised to hone just such a skill. No different from her and music. Well, that is. They are similar.

As he makes mention of flowers, she cannot help but smile subtly. From a distance, it would likely look like nothing at all. But in his presence, it's present enough.]

I study flora of all varieties. [She won't call herself a botanist, though she is in some aspect of the word. It's not a profession. Simply a hobby. A way of passing her time in Eorzea.] These flowers here... [She gestures to the lilies.] They are mine favourite kind. I have never seen an orange one before.

They're called lilies where I come from. But this color in particular of these flowers are called tiger lilies. I don't know if you have tigers where you come from. [He's made an assumption that she is from a different world than his. It seems like the most logical conclusion.]

But they're the same color. We have yellow as well. What colors do you have?

[Small talk is part of the deal, right? This is how you're friendly. Or so he thinks?

Either way, there is an earnest attempt being made here at customer service.]

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