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Knee’s locked together in a criss-cross, she sat small on the stool beneath her - she’d found herself in the art studio long after classes had ended. Her art professor had let her - with three people she shared a room with, one being another artist, she had trouble finding the proper muse, being able to spread everything out at it’s proper angles - she needed a precise station to feel at ease, to push down the beckoning anxiety that she was doing something wrong. Gliding her paintbrush across the canvas in front of her, smearing out a pastel green for highlights, she heard the door open behind her, “I don’t believe there is another class today,” her voice rang out it’s regular chipper tone, “unless your spying and want something to do with the more than tasteful classic music I have pouring out in here.” She tilted her head, stirring her paintbrush in the water five clockwise turns, before patting it off three times and setting it down, all as one smooth movement. “You can definitely come in today, I just don’t want you to be lost,” beckoning for them to come in and chat.

Worn out boots --- he desperately needed another pair --- pressing down against the campus’ grounds, Bakari was in his usual zone. All other pedestrians, parts of nature, buildings, and anything else that would fall under the distraction category tuned out from his ears completely; taking on the stance that more or less said, ‘leave me the hell alone’. He was good at that, and he did it often. That way nobody would come up to him with mindless conversation as he just wanted to get to class. However today, unbeknownst to him, there was no class today --- all these natural mechanisms were done for no reason at all. He only found that out once he stepped foot in the building, though. A brunette sat criss-crossed in the middle of the room, she seemed to notice him before even setting down her brush. And while he hadn’t noticed her immediately, he knew who she was. How could anybody not know Evelyn Weller? “Oh ---,” he said dryly, his eyes lingering on her movements before he glanced away to focus his attention on the direction her music was coming from. Not tunes he listened to. “No, that’s fine; must’ve read my calendar wrong.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Apologies.”

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Bakari. Kit didn’t know how he didn’t recognize the man before. but he had been wrapped up in his own thoughts as always. Perhaps it was the hoodie that caused Kit to more or less discount the figure. And it hardly would have changed how he would have gone about this. It was one thing to be seen as decent–or at least acceptable–company and quite another to be considered helpful or a friend. Kit had made the mistake before and he was much more cautious about how he went about things now. He definitely didn’t need another Harley hanging around or else he’d never have room enough to breathe, let alone think. Not a single protest came from him as the pacifer was snatched away, Kit had been holding it as he was specficially for the other to take it from him. But it did make him wonder just why he was walking around with one in his bag in the first place. Tilting his head just a little, Kit exmamined the familiar man as Bakari hid away the pacifier. A few questions came to mind. “Might want to be more careful,” was all he said instead. If one asked questions, they were opening themselves up to the same and Kit was much more interested in keeping his secrets than satisfying his slight curiosity. He shrugged and looked away, a habit he’d been told many times was rude but that he’d never been able to shake.