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[bethebetterman]

 [For anyone who runs into Casimiro this evening, terribly sorry you might just find him in several situations.

A. During the early evening, it's Casimiro's shift on at the bar. He's not exactly working (surprise), instead he's playing solitaire and pretending to clean a glass every time his boss walks by. He's kind of fed up about catering to

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B. Okay to bite if it's okay to fight back :C

[haematological]

[Saya's got an itching feeling she's being followed. Her stride is steady, but she shifts her eyes to glance at the shadows every now and then. Could it be Charles...?]

I encourage it <3

[bethebetterman]

[Might as well step out now, she's onto him anyway. Hands in his pocket, he struts out with a fair amount of nonchalance.]

Hey, cutie. A bit late for you to be out, isn't it?

[haematological]

[Not Charles. Saya stops, gazing at him steadily, though something about his attitude makes her nerves fizz.]

It probably is.

[bethebetterman]

[He runs a hand over his hair, approaching a bit closer.]

How'd you like an escort back home? Or an escort in general?

[haematological]

[and she backs up a few steps]

No, thank you. I can manage on my own.

[bethebetterman]

[And he stops, hands back in his pockets with a shrug.]

Well then. Y'mind escortin' me? Had kind of a rough day, you see. It'd be nice to talk to someone.

[haematological]

[crap, she can't think of any polite way to get out of this]

...Where are you headed?

[bethebetterman]

Williams Road. Not that far, an' I'd really appreciate the company.

[haematological]

[noooo and that's on her way home, too]

Ah, then...

[bethebetterman]

Then you'll go along with makin' my night?

[Yes, he can be that cheesy when he really puts his mind to it.]

[haematological]

[no, cheesy is Solomon telling Saya he wants to show her rainbows. she just blinks at Casimiro.]

I'll see you to Williams Road.

[bethebetterman]

[ouch, he's got a ways to go then.]

Great. So enough about my terrible day, tell me about yourself.

[Aaand walking.]

[haematological]

[sticking to the well-lit sidewalk]

About myself?

[bethebetterman]

Yeah. Y'know, a name, what you do for a livin'...

[All that general girl-talk stuff that might distract her.]

[haematological]

[sucks for you she's not much of a chatterbox]

My name is Saya, and I'm a high school student.

[bethebetterman]

[Not Casimiro's lucky night, apparently.]

High school, huh... How's that workin' out for ya?