Wandering

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa looked over the various displays, trying to pretend like she was entertained. As this was an event for seniors, it was technically set up for her to relax. She just found that she... wasn't very good at doing it, especially not alone. She sighed, looking up from someone's sequential art to look around, wondering if there was something here that could possibly get her attention. A lot had come on her mind, mostly dealing with the upcoming transition from being a student straight to staff. Elsa had always figured that she'd at least get four years in college first but, well, recent events had thrown a wrench into that.

"You'd think I could at least distract myself here," Elsa mused aloud, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice. She chuckled a few times before sighing, looking back at the artwork. What did she like to do for fun? Hadn't people asked her that before? She just spent so much time working that she rarely had time like this, and when she did, she generally had someone to spend it with, usually Erika. She did what Erika did.

So where did that leave her now?

"Wandering," Elsa murmured. She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and started moving, strolling down the lines of displays, wondering if there was anything here actually worth while. As she did, she thought she caught someone else moving out of the corner of her eye. Frowning, Elsa directed her previously "aimless" wandering that way, pausing as she realized that she was effectively chasing someone for no real reason. Wonderful. She literally had being a stalker and overbearing busybody built into her. That was just... great.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix gazed at the various displays, actually beginning to enjoy himself. The fair was his sort of thing, to put it simply. The hustle of an excited crowd, a social scene that was thriving... He used to live for this sort of thing, but now he found himself merely taking in the atmosphere and environment rather then indulging in any of the activities. Despite his wealthy family and upbringing, the radio host found himself taking great delight in simple, hometown style events such as this one. Innocent, light hearted... It's exactly what they needed after everything that had transpired, and seeing the students and staff alike actually enjoying themselves and relaxing was a pleasant change.
So far he'd been wandering among the stalls and displays by himself, but now he was wondering if he should call Franck and ask if the Frenchman wanted some company, or perhaps one of the others in his friend circle; The past few weeks he'd spent generally by himself, but now... Now he was more then ready for socialising. He hadn't felt this upbeat in a long time. A smile gracing his lips, the radio host casually made his way through the crowd, unaware that he was being followed. He sidestepped around a group of younger Bellefonte students, causing him to pause suddenly in his walking. As he waited for the giggling group to walk past, he became aware of someone watching him from the corner of his eye. He blinked, looking over his shoulder to the person in question.

Elsa Bellefonte.

"... Elsa?" He spoke softly, before smiling brightly at the woman, running a hand through his hair; And of course, trying to ignore that flurry of emotions that seemed to awaken in her presence. Best try and beat those down to the base of his stomach. "Are you stalking me?" He gave a small laugh afterwards to show that this was a joke. "Or just wandering as I am?"

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Felix... wonderful. She'd all but been stalking Felix, which was something that might actually make some sense given what had... transpired between them. Elsa's lips tingled slightly at the memory, but she quickly regained her senses, straightening up and leveling a cool gaze at Felix, one that was perhaps only slightly melty thanks to the light flush upon her cheeks.

"I don't stalk," she informed him archly, "and if I did, I'd probably find someone else to do it. Maybe you've just got a guilty mind. Doing something you shouldn't be?" there, put him on the defensive. It would make for a nice change of place. Elsa tried not to let her relief at being able to redirect the conversation so quickly show. She had to keep reminding herself that despite whatever was going on, she didn't have any feelings for him, or at least, none of her own. He probably didn't care for her either.

All residual Erika. All of them. Smothered in it.

[Felix Nicholas]

The sight of her had brought back a sudden wave of memories from the time they'd spent alone together in the Bellefonte twins' room, of the moment they'd kissed. He however was determined not to let those confusing emotions show, giving the woman a bright smile as he raised a brow at her. Keep it casual... No one else has any idea what happened. Trying to keep the fact a small added heat was forming in his cheeks, chuckled a little at her comment, running a hand through his hair. Doing something he shouldn't be?

"That's me, I just scream criminal mastermind," He joked. Yes, that's it, awkward jokes. Now she'd surely think him an idiot. He chuckled a little, before letting his hand flop back to his side. "... So how are you enjoying the fair? Are you... With anyone?" He glanced round a moment, half expecting to see Erika browsing some nearby stall or other; But then again, she was likely with Trevor. Was Elsa wandering by herself? It didn't seem exactly like her sort of scene, a loud, excitable environment, filled with giggling teenagers, happy couples... Perhaps she was watching out for the students of the school, since she no doubt would have to attend a number of Academy functions in a position of authority with the next few months. Or, more likely, she was bored.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"It's always the ones you don't expect," replied Elsa, not even giving Felix a little bit to enjoy his little joke. She was tempted to start questioning him, figure out why he was here. Not so much here as in the fair; it actually made sense for Felix to be at the fair, but here as in at this section of the fair, the more or less ignored student art display section.

Unfortunately, Felix got the start on the questioning. Elsa actually quirked a brow at his line of questioning. "Yes, it's me and the invisible art critic club, all made of people with invisibility powers who have obviously crowned me their leader," she said, gesturing. "I've spent some time with Erika, but she's with Trevor right now. And no, I'm not wandering by myself," okay, addressing thoughts and defensive, but Elsa frankly didn't care. "I'm enjoying the various sights and sounds of the festival just like a normal person."

because Elsa Bellefonte was normal. She turned to look at a nearby art project, only to wrinkle her nose. "What is this? It looks like someone turned into a monkey and--oh you have got to be kidding," because the tag line said that was exactly what it was: a student had transformed into a monkey and then done art work. Elsa sighed, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. Because this whole exchange wasn't odd enough as is: there had to be monkey art involved.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix actually laughed at her comments, taking them as some sort of dry attempt at humour. She was actually explaining herself however, giving her reasons for why she was by herself; It was almost a luxury coming from Elsa, to be one of the few she chose to be considerate with... And although Felix had picked up on this, he chose to try and ignore it. She simply might be acting in this manner simply due to the simple fact that they had shared an intimate moment, however fleeting... But would Elsa Bellefonte act with a larger dose of consideration towards you based on the sole reason alone that your lips had touched? Felix... Doubted that. Likely just more wishful thinking on his part.

"You don't look like you're doing much of the enjoying part, Miss.Bellefonte," Felix smiled, taking her comments lightheartedly as he turned his attention to the painting she was referring to; He tilted his head slightly to one side, folding his arms with a thoughtful hum as he pretended to consider the mess of scrawled paint on canvas before him. "... Oh, I don't know, it has an air of... Passion eclipsed in the neverending realisation of unachieved potential." He placed a finger to his lips, pouting slightly as he narrowed his eyes at the painting. "Orrr... More likely... It's simply a load of smears on a white canvas." He then cast her a joking smile, hoping his playful banter might help lift the slightly awkward atmosphere between them. He then shrugged a little, finding himself drawn to asking his next question, highly expecting a negative answer. "... So. Elsa, are you then absent an escort for this fine fair?"

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Why did everyone think that Elsa didn't enjoy things? Technically she didn't enjoy this, but she wasn't some kind of unfeeling, horrible robot or something. True, she acted like that... most of the time. Plus, it was wholly unfair to think that Felix should be able to think differently of her. She'd been downright cruel to him, discounting a particular heated moment.

She actually managed a slight, half-strangled chuckle that was either a laugh or a hiccup. She shook her head quickly though, not wanting it to look like he'd lifted her spirits or anything. She looked over at him, arching a brow at his question.

"Do you see a whip-thin, icy-blonde leering disapprovingly over my shoulder?" she asked. She flicked her eyes behind her for a moment, as if that could conjure Roxana into existence, then raised her brows, looking at Felix. "She does have a tendency toward following me to all my important social engagements."

As she'd been at prom and, while Elsa didn't realize it yet, she'd be at the dating auction too.