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Date & Time: today yes why not
Location: The Market
Characters: Arry????? and Vanadi
Summary: THAT IS A FAMILIAR LITTLE RAGAMUFFIN, aka previous game cr shenanigans
Warnings: probs not

[ There's always some new dish to try out, and today the quest for ingredients — good ingredients, not just the crap one can find anywhere — brings him to a grubbier part of the Market than he might otherwise venture into. It's a little bit... offputting, but if he gets what he wants out of it, it will have been worth it. Probably.

He's scrutinizing a tomato at the moment, head cocked to better see it through one of the eyeholes of his mask, mouth twisted down into a frown. It's decent, but...

But, hang on. Something has caught his eye. The nose of his mask tips just slightly to the side as he eyes a figure near to him. ]

...Arry?

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Fuck off.

[ ok, he has to admit, that's a little more hostile than he remembers. There's a blink under the mask. ]

Have I caught you in a poor mood?

No. This is how I talk to all camel cunts who hound me.

Oh, lovely. For a moment I thought I was being singled out. [ A beat. how do children. ] Are you hungry?

Do you even know my name?

Well -- Arry, isn't it? [ only now he's sounding a little doubtful. ] Or at least, that was what you told me to call you.

No. I've never even heard that name before.

Ah. [ well that's... not quite what he'd expected. ] Does... perhaps the name "Riverrun" mean anything to you?

No.

[ There's a longer pause, but of course the mask hides any thought during it. ]

May I ask your name, then?

Yes.

[ Doesn't mean she'll give it. She turns her back on him. ]

[ A short breath out, but no visible sign of impatience. He heads after her. ]

And what is your name?

Fuck off. Is that so hard for you to understand?

Generally, yes. [ That's with a smile, impossible to tell if it's genuine or not under the mask. ] I did tell you mine, though.

I don't care for it. Leave me alone!

[ There are warnings in her voice that he has pushed too far. Push again and she will be taking a swing at him. ]

[ He takes a quick little half step back, and for the first time the lilting joviality leaves his tone. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset.

I'm not upset. I want you to leave.

Might I at least take your name with me?

No.

[ He sighs, but really, there's no arguing with that level of hostility. With an adult, maybe, but kids are different and wholly unsettling. ]

Fine, fine. I wish an excellent day to you, then.

[ And as he turns to go, he makes a mental note to go carefully over the network users. She has to be somewhere on it, and he'd probably better keep an eye on her. ]

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