Disclaimer: I own nothing, nor did I know what I was doing. Author's Note: Yeah, I'm not so good with romance in general, what ship doesn't matter, but hopefully this works. Thanks you all who commented, faved, or followed.
Although Regal Academy was far different from its earthly counterparts, there were still aspects in which the schools over-lapped. The most prominent for Rose and Travis was that the homework was terribly inconsistent, thus leading to the dilemma the pair were discussing.
"It's fantastic that we don't have any homework this weekend, but now I feel like I should, and I don't know what to do!" Rose exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. Nodding agreement, Travis continued scanning their surrounds; they were walking downtown and as Rose's excitable nature didn't lend itself to navigating, someone had to keep track of where they wound up.
Still making sure they didn't get lost or have a Rose-related incident, Travis spoke up, "We could go back to my house. I have a piece I was working on; my muse might have returned?"
"That sounded like a question; I'm no expert, but returning inspiration doesn't sound like it would be a question." Rose observed, the Cinderella could be surprisingly observant when so inclined. "OH! Let's go to your house, and you can teach me!" She gasped; Travis looked over at her in confusion. "Second-hand art-making! It'll be awesome!" Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed Travis' hand and took off, leaving Travis to adjust her course accordingly.
Minutes later after a hectic run through the city, the pair was stopped in front of the Beast's earthly residence and Travis was searching for the key. "So…do your parents usually lock the house when you can't find the key?" Rose wondered, "Do you just break down the door if you don't have it?" Giving up the search for the key, Travis guided her around to the back of the house, "Usually the back door works just fine; Mom already busted the lock on this one, so no need to worry about breaking something."
"You probably wouldn't have to worry about break-ins anyway; except for your family of course." Rose giggled, before changing stride, "Now come on; art awaits!" And she pulled ahead, once more dragging Travis in her exuberance.
As he stumbled up the stairs after her, Travis could only shake his head and wonder. Teaching art and making art aren't exactly the same thing; but I don't think that's really going to matter. The two reached Travis' room and stumbled in, almost taking out a sculpture in the process. Whirling 'round, Rose looked at Travis expectantly, "Ready for anything!"