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Characters: Near and Nezumi
Location: Outside the Agency
Rating: PG for now, will edit if needed.
Time: Jan. 3rd, evening
Description: Random shenanigans, because unexpected/random CR is the best CR.

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[speaksdaggers]

[The whole Christmas and New Year period had put something of a spanner in Nezumi's plans. It wasn't as if his plan to escape Death City was exactly secret, and to be quite honest, he didn't care whether people knew or not. What he did care about was having to smuggle more than just himself outside of the Death City's borders, so with pretty much every person in Death City milling around the streets over the Christmas period, he'd had to put his continued familiarisation and exploration of the sewers on hold.

Now, however, with the general return to normal after the supposed festive period, Nezumi had made a stop by the library to pick up another book on the layout of Death City (... and a copy of Virginia Woolf's Mrs Dalloway for those moments where the truly riveting sewer systems of the city became a little too exciting for him to handle. The two books were cradled under one arm, to allow him free use of his hands to carry the paper cup of coffee he'd grabbed on the way back

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[Near is a cautious person, often to the point of paranoia: he checks and double checks where he's going before he does, makes sure to check the cameras before he leaves whatever place he is leaving, to be certain that no suspicious activity is happening in the area. But even with all the care he usually possesses, he can't predict that a very distracted someone will go around the corner and crash against him right when he brings his paper cup to his mouth, leading to a severe spilling of coffee all over his clothes

[speaksdaggers]

[Normally, he wouldn't be so unaware of his surroundings. And later, he'd probably find the situation oddly amused, and something of a wake up call.

Right now though, all Nezumi could really focus on was the fact that hot coffee burned - not that that wasn't absolutely fucking obvious anyway, but it never really seemed to hit home until you'd actually had it poured on you - and that coffee was getting on Virginia Woolf.

He cursed, loudly and sharply, his hands belatedly shooting up to hold the book above his head. He cursed again when he realised the damage had already been done, and tugged off his scarf to dab at the damp pages with a frown. Near and his glare barely even registered to him; not while the book was in danger of coffee damage.]

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[Luckily for Near, the many layers of clothing prevented the coffee from burning him too much-- but the feeling of having wet clothes against his skin was just as uncomfortable as the temperature of the beverage he'd spilled all over himself.

He realizes that his stare (and his presence) went very much unnoticed by the other man-- Nezumi, wasn't that his name? Near is certain he's seen him over the network at least once-- so he decides to make himself known, if only to observe the stranger's reaction to his own words. Hadn't he just spent the afternoon thinking about how bored he was?]

I believe that, in such situations, the first words to come out of the guilty individual's mouth should be "I apologize" or a variation thereof, not that.