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(This had no plot and is just a random RP yay. For some reason I wanna RP Alma but I have no idea for plot so we just get some random interaction lol)
Alma had some pink earbuds in, his guitar resting beside him. He was fiddling with his hair, twirling a curl with a finger while he hummed happily. It was a bit warm out, and he was suprisingly still in his punk-styled, pink-black clothing, including his jacket and boots. How he wasn't dying from heat was a mystery.
The man seemed to be staring off into space.
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"Who the heck are you flirting with? The tree?" a young man with a sarcastic curl asked.
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Alma pulled out an earbud and joked, "Would you rather have me flirt with you? I'm not flirting with anyone, but I wonder what gives off the vibe that I am..."
Alma did a little gasp and asked, "Is my presence that charming?"
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"Since you don't have anything better to do, sure?" he said sarcastically.
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Alma chuckled, "What makes you think I am not doing anything?"
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"Your lack of productivity."
It's notable the young man knows he's not doing anything productive at the moment either, but that's besides the point.
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Alma only shrugged, and then said, "On the outside I may seem unproductive, but I would say that thinking could be considered productive as it is a step in productivity."
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"Wow, like all those bozos who think of getting a job."
The narrator regrets putting him in. He's sass and sarcasm.
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"I work," Alma said, seeming to not be fazed by all the sass thrown at him. "I work at CVS. That means I have a job. Do you have a job?"
Alma was twirling a rose between his fingers.
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"It happens that contrary to my appearance, I have no obligation to answer that question."
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Alma smiled and placed the rose he was holding into his own hair that was already holding a rose.
Alma put away his phone and earbuds, then started to tune his guitar.
"Obligations, obligations..."
"Interesting."
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He thought Alma was less sane than one certain person he knew.
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Alma finished tuning his guitar, than picked aimlessly at the strings, a random and inconsistant tune starting to play out.
"Sometimes it's good to relax every once in a while," Alma randomly said, continuing to play. The melody started to become more consistant, most of the notes being played on the thin high strings.
"I think today is a good day to relax as the sun is out. Maybe I will watch the clouds later... or maybe I'll go record a video. Maybe I'll just stay here and play my guitar..."
"...Life is inconsistant, just as music can be."
Alma switched to the low-pitched bottom strings.
"Just like that, life can change."
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"'Inconsistant,'" mocked he.
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Alma seemed to ignore that the word was meant to mock, and the man kept on playing.
"Sometimes the change is good... sometimes it's bad. Maybe I'll never get used to the neverending changes..."
"But I enjoy it, nevertheless.... what about you? What do you think of the inconsistant change of life?"
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"I think it spices up everything just enough!"
A blue-haired teenager peeped out from behind the tree.
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Alma smiled, "Indeed, it does hand in some spice."
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"Most of the change can go to Hell."
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"Not a fan of change?" Alma's smile slightly changed to a smirk, but he hid it quickly with a rose.
Somehow, he could still talk with a rose in his mouth.
"I find it interesting... change... maybe someday my own personality will change, and I will come to hate life... I think I'd rather die than become someone like that. I would much rather see the beauty in life. There is a lot of beauty, and if I hated life, I would never see it again..."
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He just kinda let the man monologue.
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"Why do you have so many roses?"
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"I am quite fond of roses," Alma replied. "They are beautiful, and they are almost a part of me... something I don't think I could quite fully live without."
Alma continued to play his guitar, but quieter now.
"...Would any of you like a rose?" Alma offered.
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"Nah man, I just had lunch. Too full to eat a rose right now."
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Alma chuckled, seeming to find amusement from that response.
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"Thanks, but no."
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Alma shrugged, "More roses for me then." Somehow, out of thin air, Alma had another rose in his hair.
He never stopped playing guitar, and he didn't seem to have moved any except for standing, so how it got there was probably a mystery. Or not. Who knows at this point. Alma slowly stepped out from the shade of the tree and into the sun, doing a little twirl on his heel. He had excellent balance, apparently.
"The sun feels nice today!" Alma commented, doing another spin while playing guitar.
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He just shrugged and like that nasty habit of the narrator's characters recently, he turned to go.
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Alma watched, still playing guitar.
"Oh well!"
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