Rana

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↳An Air's Got to Eat [for Miraj]

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Rana watched her brother’s face after she finished speaking. His brow furrowed and mouth turned downward. She knew that he wouldn’t take her news well. There wasn’t a reason for him to not react negatively. However, if she had been an Earth then he might have been proud of her achievement. Being asked to perform for royalty was a very high honor. Dancing at the new king’s coronation would be an even higher one. She was sure there were girls who would do anything to be in the position she was in.

Her eyelids lowered and she mirrored his action of crossing his arms. “Regardless of if you think there’s more to it, do you think you can stop me from going? You don’t have to let me go.” Rana stared at Miraj for a good long moment, challenging him to find a way to make her unable to go. There was no way she was not going to go just because Miraj said no.

This was something she wanted to do and had already set her mind on. Good luck trying to talk her out of going.

After a while of silence the waitress finally arrived back at their table with food. Rana slowly broke eye contact with her brother as his attention also turned toward the girl.

“Here you two are” the waitress said as she set the turkey sandwich on the table in front of Rana and the hand pies in front of Miraj. “Now, if there’s anything else you need just let me know.”

“Thanks” Rana said as she shifted in her seat, leaning forward to be closer to her food. She examined both halves of the sandwich before deciding on one and picking it up to take a bite. As she chewed, she relaxed her hands and let her arms rest on the edge of the table.

She didn’t speak again until the waitress was out of earshot and most of the food was gone from her mouth. “I know nothing I say is going to help, but I’m not stupid. I know what I’m doing and what I’m getting myself into. I’m not going just so I can wreak havoc and extract my revenge” she said with a small roll of her eyes. “Seriously Miraj, what do you think I’m going to do?”

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Tension had crawled its way up from Miraj’s tailbone, along his back, across his shoulders, into his neck and forward through his jaw, which clenched tight.  His squat nostrils flared.  "And what exactly is this plan of yours, then?  You say you ‘know what you’re doing,’ so what exactly is that?  Tell me.  I would love to hear it.“  He grabbed a hand pie and took a bit bite, some of the filling escaping onto his chin.

Cursing, he wiped his mouth on his arm, then wiped his arm on his pants.  He’d need to wash them when he got home, anyway.  "Because I have no idea.  All I know is that you’re sure as the sun rises hot and early not intending to go there, enjoy the 'honor’ of dancing for the King, and come home.”

The glare with which he fixed his sister held for several seconds more before he turned it to the window instead, muscled arms folding across his chest.  "You know how dangerous this is, right?  They could catch you, lock you up, kill you.  And then, either they come for me or they don’t, but either way I’ll lose my sister.  But you don’t care about that.  You just do whatever you please.“

Raising his sister had been difficult.  But, if nothing else, he’d never been completely alone.  Without her, who was he?  What was he working toward?  And why?  Rana was the reason he worked so hard.  

He wasn’t offended that she wasn’t satisfied with the meager life they’d scraped together.  That only made him work harder still to try to improve it in any way he could.  But that she would put herself at such risk….

And she didn’t even know the half of it.

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A shrug lifted up Rana’s shoulders when Miraj asked her what her plan was. “Maybe I just want to see what it looks like on the inside of the palace walls. See how those arrogant royals really live. How they celebrate. What they all look like.” She lifted up the first half of her sandwich to take a couple more bites before washing it down with some water.

 Of course her brother was going to oppose her at every turn. That’s what he did. Especially when she set her mind to something that could have a disastrous outcome. It wasn’t as though she blamed her brother, and he didn’t actually do it on purpose. The last thing she wanted to do was cause her brother a heart attack. But sometimes she just…had to do something. Restlessness was something she often felt every day. Most of the time she was able to deal with it and hold it in. Other times she had to act out in some way. She needed to constantly be moving forward.

 It just so happened that most of the time she spent practicing dancing or moving the air.

 Miraj acted as her anchor most of the time. Simultaneously preventing her from flying and harming herself.

 She sighed loudly after finishing the first half of her sandwich and rolled her eyes before setting them back onto her brother. “Yes, I am completely aware of how dangerous this is. They won’t catch me, because I’ll just be another body in a group of dancers. And even if, in the impossible chance, they “catch” me, you’re not gonna be there so they won’t be able to get you” she said matter-of-factly. Her jade eyes fell down to the other half of her sandwich before she picked it up and examined it for the perfect spot to take her first bite.

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↳An Air's Got to Eat [for Miraj]

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Rana watched her brother’s face after she finished speaking. His brow furrowed and mouth turned downward. She knew that he wouldn’t take her news well. There wasn’t a reason for him to not react negatively. However, if she had been an Earth then he might have been proud of her achievement. Being asked to perform for royalty was a very high honor. Dancing at the new king’s coronation would be an even higher one. She was sure there were girls who would do anything to be in the position she was in.

Her eyelids lowered and she mirrored his action of crossing his arms. “Regardless of if you think there’s more to it, do you think you can stop me from going? You don’t have to let me go.” Rana stared at Miraj for a good long moment, challenging him to find a way to make her unable to go. There was no way she was not going to go just because Miraj said no.

This was something she wanted to do and had already set her mind on. Good luck trying to talk her out of going.

After a while of silence the waitress finally arrived back at their table with food. Rana slowly broke eye contact with her brother as his attention also turned toward the girl.

“Here you two are” the waitress said as she set the turkey sandwich on the table in front of Rana and the hand pies in front of Miraj. “Now, if there’s anything else you need just let me know.”

“Thanks” Rana said as she shifted in her seat, leaning forward to be closer to her food. She examined both halves of the sandwich before deciding on one and picking it up to take a bite. As she chewed, she relaxed her hands and let her arms rest on the edge of the table.

She didn’t speak again until the waitress was out of earshot and most of the food was gone from her mouth. “I know nothing I say is going to help, but I’m not stupid. I know what I’m doing and what I’m getting myself into. I’m not going just so I can wreak havoc and extract my revenge” she said with a small roll of her eyes. “Seriously Miraj, what do you think I’m going to do?”

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↳An Air's Got to Eat [for Miraj]

[chinupeyesdown]

Miraj thought there was something more to say about wealthy women and their dresses and their “daddies.”  About the fact that they should learn to let themselves laugh through the stress and strain of their own daily lives.  That maybe if Rana allowed herself to find happiness in something small, she wouldn’t be quite so bitter toward those who had so much more than they did.  And if Rana was happy, he would be happy.  That much seemed clear as the bells that tolled for the upcoming coronation.

The appearance of the waitress wiped his mind briefly clean, however, of saying any of those things (and probably for the best, as Rana had never been the calmest listener to suggestions like those).

“I…oh,” he sighed, scratching the back of his head as his eyes swept the menu before he cleared his throat and looked up again, lips spreading in a broad grin.  "I’ll have one pheasant handpie, and one raspberry?  And maybe ah…whatever the special is today, for the third one?“

The waitress chuckled at him and gently gave him a pat on the cheek, charmed by his heavy appetite, then collected their menus and left them there to deal with each other alone once more.  Miraj could tell by Rana’s presentation–right down to the way that she /breathed/–that she had something on her mind.  He took a breath, then let out a heavy, rough sigh, eyes fixing hard upon his sister.

"Well?” he asked insistently.  "Come on.  Out with it.  If you think waiting until we eat is going to help, you’re wrong.  Instead I’ll just be even more nervous about whatever it is you’re not telling me.“  He kicked her foot under the table and took a sip of water.

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As soon as Miraj’s foot hit hers, Rana kicked his back. She frowned and furrowed her brow before speaking. “It’ll definitely help the purpose of the food you just ordered.” Although, she knew that her brother wasn’t one to go about wasting food. Even if he wasn’t able to eat it at that exact moment, he would definitely save it for later. He did just order some hand pies, which would be easy for him to pack up and bring with. She assumed it would have to be something extremely dire for him not to eat.

Her pale green eyes turned away from her brother as she thought of the best way to bring up what was on her mind. If she just blatantly went out and said exactly what she was going to do and the purpose, he would kill her. At least if she built up to it his anger and worry wouldn’t be quite as bad. And, of course, it wouldn’t hurt to keep a couple of small details from him.

“Sooo…” she dragged out the word longer than it needed to be, stopping once her eyes dropped back to Miraj. “Of course you know about the upcoming coronation, and how to royals are going to have a lot of entertainment during their after party thing” she said before taking a few large swallows of the water in front of her. “Well, one of the dance schools they invited people to perform was the one I’ve been going to for a while. Sorry I didn’t tell you about that by the way. But anyway, I’m going to perform with a bunch of other dancers there.”

Rana knew that her brother wouldn’t take well to knowing she was going to be so close to the royal family.  She was going within the grounds of the royal palace, and that was extremely dangerous for an Air. But it wasn’t as though she was going to go in there and start making a wind tunnel just to fuck everything up. She also knew that it was best to at least tell him, even if it didn’t react favorably.

In another part of her mind, she wondered how he would react to finding out she’s been learning dance. Would he even believe her? Who knew?

“And before you ask, no one in the dance group even knows who I am. So I’ll be fine.”

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Hera, Poseidon, Zeus

Hera - Views on Marriage

Rana does not have any plans to marry. She believes marriage should be for love, but does not know if she will be capable to become attached to anyone other than family.

Poseidon - Consumed in a Task

She once found herself practicing a dance routine over and over again in an isolated field. There were some movements within the dance that she wanted to perfect, but she knew she already had them down. Even as she laid down on the ground and stared at the sky she couldn’t remember why it was she insisted on going out there and practicing. Perhaps someone angered her and she wanted to work off the stress? Or she just didn’t want to return to her home yet. Once she was moving, the reason didn’t matter.

Zeus - Hypocritical Action

If someone ever hurt Miraj, she wouldn’t stop until he told her who it was that caused him harm. Then she would find them and cause them even worse pain. However, if he was to ever ask her who harmed her she wouldn’t tell him. She would shrug it off and tell him that she didn’t know the people. That it was too dark to see their faces. Or that it didn’t matter because they were in even worse shape than she was. She doesn’t see how it would benefit him if he knew who hurt her.

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Achilles, Demeter, Medea

Achilles - Greatest Flaw

Her distrust for anyone Earth. There are only a select few she feels that she can trust. Most Earths have not been able to prove to her that they aren’t racist assholes who would immediately lock her up -or worse- if they were given reason.

Demeter - Grieve

Other than Miraj, or perhaps their guardian. She would most grieve for her freedom, what little there is. To her, being caged and locked up would be far worse than death.

Medea - Spiteful Action

Her brother once went on a date without letting her know. She found out from their guardian after asking him where Miraj was. She was upset with him and left their place to calm down. Rana didn’t return for almost two days, fully knowing that her brother would be worried sick. After seeing exactly how worried and frantic he was she knew that she wouldn’t do that to him again.

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Demeter, Helen, Hera, Pandora, Zeus

Demeter - Grieve

Miraj. She is thankful to have their guardian looking over them, but -and she would never admit it out loud- Rana wouldn’t be able to move on without her brother. She doesn’t know what she would do if something happened to him.

Helen - Spur-of-the-moment Action

Around the time that she was 16 she got into a fight with a couple of Earth boys. They made a racist comment toward an Air mother and the baby she had in her arms. Rana was not going to stand for it. Without thinking she led them into an alleyway and beat the living crap out of them. However, they managed to get a couple of good hits on her, one of which caused a sprained ankle. She did not regret getting into the fight, she regretted having to sit around and stay off of her ankle for over a week.

Hera - Views on Marriage

While she could see her brother getting married -although she would be jealous and angry with him- she does not see herself getting married. Let alone any time soon. She has difficultly connecting with people and getting close to them. But she does think that people should marry for love, especially Miraj. She would not let him settle for anything less.

Pandora - Worst Gift

Miraj once bought her very ugly boots for her birthday one year. And she made sure that he knew how ugly they were. However, that did not stop her from wearing them.

Zeus - Hypocritical

She has a tendency to remind Miraj not to cause any trouble because it might draw attention to them. Even though she is fully aware that she is the troublemaker of the two. However, Rana does believe that she is a little more graceful than Miraj and is able to get away with trouble making better than he would.

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Achilles: What is your greatest flaw? Alexandros: Have there ever been repercussions to your actions you regret? Antigone: What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done? Aphrodite: Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’d never have expected to feel for? Apollo: What’s the worst illness you’ve suffered from? Ares: What angers you the most? Artemis: Is there anything or anyone you would protect fiercely? Astyanax: What is the most tragic thing to have happened to you or involving you? Athene: When was your strongest and bravest moment? Clytemnestra: Have you ever done anything unforgivable out of lust? Demeter: What would you most grieve for if it was taken from you? Dionysus: What was your most unruly moment? Hades: Have your actions ever caused a great number of people to suffer? Helen: Do you have any spur-of-the-moment actions you regret? Hephaestus: Are you particularly skilled at any crafts? If so, which? Hera: What are your views on marriage, and how - if at all - would you like to be wed? Hermes: Where would you most like to go, or where is your favourite place to be? Hestia: Where do you feel most at home? Jason: Have you ever betrayed anyone who loved you for personal gain? Medea: What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done out of spite? Medusa: Have you ever been punished with anything you feel you didn’t deserve? Midas: Has anything you’ve ever wished for really backfired? Nike: What was your greatest victory? Oedipus: With hindsight, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Pandora: What is the worst gift you’ve ever received? Persephone: What is your favourite season? Phaedra: Have you ever lusted after someone you shouldn’t have? Poseidon: Have you ever been so consumed in a task that you lost the reasoning behind it? Thetis: What’s the most you’ve ever done for your loved ones? Zeus: What thing are you most hypocritical of?

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♆ ✿

♆ - Something hated

The Earth royal family. While Rana really dislikes all of them, she specifically hates the King who was the cause of her and Miraj’s parents. Even knowing he is dead, she can’t stop feeling hatred toward him.

✿ - A happy memory

A few months ago, on her day off, she ventured to the outskirts of the city. Once there she found a quite field and laid down, watching the clouds travel through the sky. The wind caused the plant life to sway around her and a occasionally a strand of her hair would fall into her face. To some it might not have been much. But to her is was relaxing and made her feel…content. At least until she had to get back up.

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✚ϡ✎

✚ - Prized possession

Rana doesn’t have something that she particularly holds dear. She did hear rumors that the royal family is in possession of objects her mother and father used to wear. They are objects that she really wants, but would have to go through the trouble of finding a way to acquire them. However in all honesty, the one thing she holds dear is her brother.

ϡ - Sleep

She always, without fail, leaves her window open at least a crack when she sleeps. If the window is closed she can’t sleep comfortably. Either she can’t fall asleep or has nightmares when she does.

✎ - School

Unable to actually go to a school, she was taught by her and Miraj’s guardian. Going to an actual school would be too expensive and risky. However, she was not the best student. Especially after their parents were killed and she had to live with their guardian as their parental figure. At times it would take the help of her brother to get her to do any kind of school work. Even then there were times when she shut down and refused to do anything except sit still, staring at one spot on the floor or table.

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✿, ღ, and ☂

✿ - A happy memory

It isn’t so much of a vivid memory, as a combination of feelings. She can’t remember her parent’s faces, but she can vaguely remember some aspects about them. The way their voice sounded as it flowed through the air. The different smells each of them had. And the feeling of flying through the air as they swung her by holding onto her hands, sometimes with the help of Miraj.

ღ - A crush

Rana doesn’t actually grow attached to people. It’s not that she doesn’t allow herself to so much as she fact that she just can’t. She was interested in one guy a couple of years ago, she actually went on a couple of dates with him. But it ended badly when he found out she was an Air. Needless to say, she became somewhat content (and bitter) with the possiblity of her being alone.

☂ - Weather

She enjoys comfortable weather. Not too hot and not too cold. As long as there is sun and a nice heavy breeze she is happy. When the air is stale and still she grows anxious and irritable.

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↳An Air's Got to Eat [for Miraj]

[chinupeyesdown]

Miraj’s eyes rolled in his head. “Calm down,” he said flatly, though he knew that phrase was only likely to rile his sister up further. Fortunately, she appeared focused on her own musings and did not respond, giving him time in silence to consider an answer to her question.

What was she jealous of?

Inside the familiar walls of the pub and in their oft-used booth, Miraj awaited his chance to respond, nodding politely at the waitress. “I’ll wait to put my order in.”

Once she’d walked away, he said it.

"Their giggling." He said. "Their laughter, I mean. That they laugh so easily. About nothing."

That they had so many things to laugh about; or so little to cry over. He often heard intrigues trickled down from on high while manning his rickshaw, about some lord or lady who had been unfaithful or had stolen this or that. Stolen. As though they had anything to want for.

Miraj had come to the realization that the reason the wealthy did any of the silly things they did was because they could. Because they were bored. They had nothing better to do. Their lives were that much free of concern.

And so they could laugh at everything, or nothing. They could laugh.

The girl who ran her family’s applecart in the autumn had once scoffed at the wealthy ladies in the market. “Their laughter is so false,” she’d told him. But it didn’t seem fake at all to Miraj. It sounded as free and real as birdsongs, ready to fly.

Ironic that the Earths were the ones who could sing and take wing like birds.

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Rana shrugged when Miraj said he’ll wait to order. Her eyes turned down to the menu that had been placed in front of her and she lifted it up, opening it to scan the different items. She wondered if she should go with something heavy or light. Probably the latter. Her stomach and wallet didn’t seem up for something that would weigh her down.

  Upon hearing her brother’s voice again jade eyes slowly drew up to look at him as she lowered her menu. She watched him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, let’s go with that. They laugh like there’s not a care in the world” she said as she let go of the menu with one hand and drew it outward in a wide, open gesture. Her eyes closed for a moment before she opened one to peek at her brother, a smirk on her lips. Finally, after a couple of seconds, she put her hand back onto the menu and pulled it closer to her so she could take another good look. “Except for which dress daddy should buy them. The blue one or the purple one?” she mumbled the comment, letting a huff of a laugh leave her.

  She knew that her brother was right, in a way. And honestly, she couldn’t remember the last time that she laughed. Not a polite or sarcastic laugh, but a genuine laugh that came naturally. Perhaps she lost that ability when she was younger. Her laughter was stolen from her.

  Rana remained silent while she searched the menu. Only once she decided on what she was going to order did she set down the menu and speak up. “I’m good to order. What about you?” Before he could answer, the waitress returned with glasses of water and asked if they knew what they wanted yet. “I’ll have the turkey sandwich” she responded. The waitress scribbled something down on a small notepad before turning her attention to Miraj.

  As her brother made his order she pushed her menu toward the waitress so that she could grab both of them as she left. As she left, Rana sighed and stretched her arms before leaning back into the seat. She glanced at her brother for a moment, seeming to contemplate something before turning her eyes away. It was obvious that she wanted to bring something up, and she definitely would, but she wanted them to eat first.

  There was no doubt in her mind that she would end up upsetting her brother. And if she did do before they got their food, he wouldn’t be able to eat.

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↳An Air's Got to Eat [for Miraj]

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“‘Just to get a glimpse’?” Miraj snorted back at his sister in disbelief, a dramatic roll of his eyes following the words. “A glimpse of what? Their skirts moving? It isn’t as though they dress revealingly, and I think they themselves are well aware of that fact.” His scowl was replaced by smugness as he idly shoved his little sister and leaned toward her. “You know, much as you pick them all apart, it makes you sound /very/ jealous. I hope you realize that.”

As his sister was asking where he wanted to go, he was already taking his rickshaw in hands again, intending to put it safely away for the evening prior to filling their stomachs.

"Well, do we have enough money to eat sit-down? If not, I vote we get hand pies." Madame Mowyn’s Hand Pies cart was located one block down the street from where they lived, was cheap, and therefore was a staple of their diets any time they actually ate out. Granted, Miraj was more than happy to eat the same food every day, but his sister tended to prefer a little more variety.

The pub was another fine suggestion, however. It was the cheapest sit-down accommodation in the area, after all, and though no one there knew on glance whether patrons might be Airs, Miraj had heard that the owner of the establishment was favorable and sympathetic to the plight of the less “desirable” race, which despite secrecy withstanding, made Miraj a little more comfortable to dine there.

"Pub’s fine, yeah," he said, sounding mildly uncertain despite his words as he dove one hand into his pocket and drew out his day’s earnings, before giving a more confident. "Yeah, let’s just drop this—" he jiggled the handles of the rickshaw, "—off and go."

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“I know for sure I’ve got enough money for myself to eat at the pub” Rana told her brother as he picked up his rickshaw and they started to walk back to their guardian’s shop so they could drop it off. She remained relatively quiet on their way there. It wasn’t until they arrived, Miraj dropped off his cart, returned to her and then they began walking to the pub that she spoke again.

  The idea of Miraj thinking that she sounded jealous about the other women made her roll her eyes. “By the way, what is it that you think I’m jealous of with those women before? Their clothing that makes it almost impossible to breathe? Or perhaps the ton of layers that they sweat through on scalding hot days? I’d much prefer my thinner clothing, thank you very much” she said with a light huff at the end. Sure, they might be able to afford beautiful items, but that wasn’t anything Rana was ever really envious of. It was true that money was always an issue, but they did get by. If only barely. And with the help of their guardian.

  Having a bit more money might be nice, but that was not why she would be jealous of them. The only thing she was jealous of…was their freedom. They didn’t live under constant fear of someone finding out what they really were. There wasn’t a risk of them being run out of town. Or thrown into jail for the smallest reason. Or being killed for something as small as hitting a noble Earth who harmed them first.

  If Rana was jealous of them, that was the only reason. But she highly doubted her brother made the comment with that specific reason in mind.

  When they reached the pub, she walked into the building and glanced around for a small empty table. It wasn’t quite as busy as she knew it would get later that night, so they were able to seat themselves and not have to wait for a table to clear up. Setting her eyes on a table with only two chairs near the window she walked over to it and sat down in one of the seats, knowing that her brother would follow. Almost as soon as both of them were seated a waitress came over and set down two menus for them. “Hello, you two. Did know what you wanted, or did you need some time?” she asked with a polite smile.

  “I don’t quite know, but Miraj might. I will take a glass of water though” Rana responded to the waitress. She knew that her brother often got the same items to eat. However, she much preferred to try something different.

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↳An Air's Got to Eat [for Miraj]

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"Very funny," Miraj replied drily though his face flushed at having his hobby pointed out and teased by his sister. "Yeah, you know. I just take my rickshaw around with me for fun and then don’t use it. Not a pain in the ass at all." At the mention that said habit was creepy, he scowled and followed after her, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no part of his rickshaw was in anyone’s way and to gauge how far away from it he was allowing himself to get, not wanting someone to come and steal it.

"It isn’t creepy in the first place," the air insisted, "in order to be a stalker I would have to be keeping tabs on a specific one, or a couple of specific ones, right? I’m not. I don’t know where they live or who they are. I just like to watch them giggling at each other, is that so weird?"

Rolling his eyes, Miraj waved dismissive and exhausted hands at his sister and made his way back to his cart, sitting down beside it again, though her following words told him he’d be standing again very soon. “I’m done I think,” he sighed, rubbing a raw palm over his sweaty, salty face. He could feel a bit of dirt rubbing into the creases of his nostrils, gritty and fine, but he ignored it for the moment and instead nodded in cconfirmation, standing up once more. “Food sounds good.”

It usually did, but that was beside the point.

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“It might not be creepy to you, but to them it would be. Think about it. If they turned around and saw some random guy on the street staring at them? You might not be following them, but they don’t know that. And I’m sure that plenty of them are arrogant enough to think that some guy would gladly follow them around just to get a glimpse” Rana said, rolling her eyes at the last sentence. That was especially true of the high class females. They always tended to be full of themselves, giggling when a rich handsome male paid any mind to them but becoming vicious and bitchy when anyone else looked at them.

  She let out a light, airy snort as she turned her eyes completely away from the people in the park. “And you know if they got really annoyed they would find some law or loop hole to get you thrown in jail. Or something… Especially if they found out what you are.” She mumbled the last sentence, sending a glare toward the park before starting to walk forward again.

  Miraj took up her offer to go and get food. Now all they needed to do was find someplace to sit down and eat. Rana didn’t mind eating alone, but it was always nice to occasionally eat with her brother. And she was sure that they both could use the food. The only thing now was to find a place that would be comfortable to eat at. She wasn’t about to go to any kind of restaurant and risk having some asshole Earths there. She wasn’t one to sit and listen to the bigoted speech of the “better” race.

  “Was there any place in particular you wanted to go? Or would that small cheap pub we usually go to be okay?” She shifted her eyes toward her brother as she spoke, waiting for his answer. The pub was comfortable, but it was nice to try a new place every so often. At least that way they knew whether or not it was a good place to go.

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