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ARLO HAS KNOWN the sheridans ever since he came to kaos for the first time. in fact, he had worked on and off at the bella donna hotel when he first got here, before landing a more permanent gig elsewhere. besides his art, which isn’t nearly as lucrative as arlo would hope, arlo has taken a liking to his career in hospitality— he’s rather good at it, too. he loves talking to people and listening, and having been in kaos for close to two years has given him a plethora of suggestions as to where tourists should venture to. nonetheless, he finds himself lending a helping hand at sophie and lisa’s wedding, standing off to the side and running around if needed. now, of course, he’s leaning behind the makeshift bar at the reception, a jar of cocktail cherries in his hand as he slowly stirs it around and watches people slow dance. he notices the other standing not too far from him, doing precisely the same thing: watching. arlo smirks.
“can i get you something?” he asks, to break the silence. he grabs a spoon and scoops out a cherry, then offers it to the other with a grin. “slow dancing is a bit awkward, isn’t it? sure is romantic, though.”
RHIANNON SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED TO SEE ARLO AT the wedding. after all, he was so lovable --- of course he has connections to various people across kaos. but knowing that this is NORMAL, that she lives near arlo, that he’ll often pop up at places she goes to? she hasn’t gotten used to it, not yet.
but she is trying. rhiannon was an emotional person, never able to hide her feelings. in this moment, however, she’s trying. she keeps her face blank, trying not to spot him out of the corner of her eye. ( she missed andres. they weren’t technically anything, but to rhiannon, they were; just enough for his leaving to hurt, to feel like a failure on her part. she felt this way before with arlo, but on a considerably worse scale. ) arlo’s voice snaps her out of the melancholy thoughts. he’s offered her a cherry. he remembers how much she loves them. ❝ ...no, thank you. ❞ she looks at him, trying to offer him a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. ❝ ...super awkward. but i think that depends on who you’re dancing with. ❞













