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[foul_moods]

Who: Rita Mordio [ foul_moods ] and Karol Capel [ superultrabrave ]
What: Rita and Karol bump into each other and patch up old wounds while making some new ones.
Where: Shopping Area
When: Today
Style: Third Person/Prose
Warnings: None yet
Status: In Progress

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[superultrabrave]

A large and colourful lollipop in hand, Karol was busily satiating himself with its many delicious space-flavours after a lengthy browse through the front desk of said cafe, ignoring completely that the concept of such a place was not to be a candy store per se, but a place to sit like mature adults and enjoy tempting sugary delights. Typically he would have spent a bit more wisely - he was prety sure the thing wouldn't fit all the way in his mouth - but an air of sour moods seemed to have been following him more recently. Only one person he spoke to recently seemed the least bit positive, and he was... creepy

[foul_moods]

Letting out a startled yelp at the collision, Rita nearly dropped her guide as she stumbled back, glowering at the person who had walked right into her.

As her eyes landed on the familiar swirl of brown hair and that dorky looking bag, her green eyes narrowed with irritation, glittering with annoyance. She was mad, if I hadn't made that clear enough.

"Watch where you're going you little twerp!"

[superultrabrave]

After removing the candy from his mouth, Karol meekly nodded his head. "Sorry," he repeated quickly. After that, he seemed to pause for a couple of moments. While logic would argue that he ought to just get out of there, something told him that it would be a mistake. Rita was angry most of the time, but he found it difficult to think that the way she completely shut him down after they hadn't talked in a long time was her usual self.

"Um..."
As for what to say or do instead, he didn't have a clue. He merely scraped his mind for ideas while trying not to look too serious.

[foul_moods]

Gathering her materials and making sure nothing was damaged, she paused at the noise that emerged from Karol's throat. Frowning at him as he didn't continue, she lowered her guide with a glimmer of irritation in her eyes. Truth be told, it was nothing more serious than her normal impatience with the pussy-footing attitude she sometimes encountered.

And to be perfectly honest, she'd rather forgotten about their last encounter. What with the latest strike, her work going in different directions and dealing with Yuri and Flynn alike. Poor Karol's treatment had taken a back burner to all of it, if not shutting off entirely.

"Spit it out already, what do you want?"

[superultrabrave]

He was tempted to do several things, most of which would have escalated the little exchange into a full-on argument. If he had learned anything from the older members of their group, it was that you didn't have to yell or even talk to make a point. Rita's question helped to clear up his mind. What was it that he wanted? That was easy.

"Hi," he replied, shifting a little before standing a little more confidently. "You busy, Rita?"