The artist's model. (Open RP!)

John's eyes went wide as some of the burning tea landed on his body, it was a good thing he still wore his shirt to lessen the pain.

He then turned to hold Lia's arm and went to rinse it under cold water, her arm just looked a bit pink now after having the hot tea removed. "It's alright Lia, I've burned myself more than once." he said with a smile.

The art student looked down at his shirt and said "Better chuck this in the washing bag."
John wrapped his arms around her for a hug and said "Lie down, I'll make us some more. I always have spare tea on hand."

Lia continued to apologize, despite John's reassuring statements that he wasn't mad. When she finally calmed herself inside John's arms, she continued to mentally kicked herself around, for being so stupid.

Hugging him tightly, she tried to something to lighten herself of the guilt she got just now. "John, do you have anything you need me to do? I wanna make up for what I just did."

"Woah, she seems to beat herself up quite a bit." John thought to himself.

He'd try to lift Lia's chin up so she'd look at him "Listen it's alright, here's to show no hard feelings." he muttered to her.

John would kiss her before putting his forehead onto hers gently "Why don't you go relax okay? No point crying over spilled milk as they say." he said to her. The art student would then make some more tea thanks to the spare bags that he had.

"No... I screwed up, it's only right.". Lia was intent on paying John back for her mistake, it was just how her personality was. She would probably never let herself do anything if she didn't fix her mistake.

"Here I'll clean up the mess at the very least!", it was hardly enough to remove Lia's sense of self-guilt, but at least it would be using her hands to doing something.

"Um okay, here's a tea towel." John said as he offered one with a tartan pattern to Lia.
The art student would get back to making his tea for the pair of them.

Once he was done he would place the two mugs on the table and say "I'll go get the bed made, your cup's on the right Lia babe."

John would get a duvet and bed covers from under the couch and neatly place them onto the couch bed.
He'd then turn to check how Lia was doing.

Lia grabbed the towel and cleaned up the relatively small spill that she made. It didn't take all that long, barely a few minutes, and when John come back she had rinsed the towel and squeezed it dry.

Seeing that John had come back, she'd give him a thumbs up to indicate that she was done before asking him: "So, is there anything in particular you want to do tonight?", the unfortunate phrasing flying over her head.

When John heard Lia's words he blushed again, for someone as shy as she was she seemed to be upfront with that.
"Ummm, I figured some hot tea in bed with television before we call it a night." he said.

He'd take his cup and get into the bed, once Lia got inside too he'd snuggle up to her and grin as he sipped his tea.

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John would alternate between sipping his drink and placing his head on Lia's, his nose and lips brushing her beautiful hair.

Lia nodded in agreement with John, she was pretty tired now. "That sounds good. I kinda want to unwind after today, too. Too much awesome stuff in one day, you know?"

She sat down on the bed, cup in hand, and sat so that she would be right beside John. She didn't really focus what was happening on the TV, it seemed a bit violent and she tilted her head once or twice, but for the most part focused on John and would hug him with one arm around his shoulders. She took a sip of the tea, small at first and then a bit more after tasting it.

"Mmm... that's good tea by a great person."

"Why thank you my dear, I'm glad you like it." John said as he kissed on the top of her head.
Once John and Lia had finished their mugs the art student would take the two cups and put them on the table near him.

He slumped his head back onto the pillows and then turned to face his new girlfriend.
Without saying a word he turned the TV off and wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers.

The art student would lower one of his arms to move Lia's legs closer to him, his hand brushing the soles of her feet as he did so.

Lia responded to the kiss by wrapping her hands around his head to pull it in even closer, but she also slid up to find the most comfortable positions, inadvertently touching John's chin with her chest.

As a ticklish person though, she couldn't contain herself and pulled away to giggle when John reached her feet. If he stopped, she'd reach to kiss again, but if he didn't she'd start to playfully slap him.