#roxennethevixen

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"Doll's ova' here framin' me for petty crimes. Who d' ya call t' report somethin' like that?"

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“Excuse you?”

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Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

@roxenne-the-vixen​ said:

For Arackniss

"They're a 10 but... he still ain't paid me back for the last two times I bought him coffee so m'thinkin maybe I might jus'keep the third one~"

Is she casually just walking by with her arms held up like a balance scale holding a cup in each hand? Gently teetering them?

Absolutely.

And does she actually care that he hasn't re-paid her? Absolutely not.

He just looked tense and thought maybe she could lighten his day.

There she is. 

Arackniss manages a small smile. He had a feeling he would come across her if he hung around. She always seems to find him after he’s come to blows with the old man. Maybe she comes by this place every day? 

“You wanna trade?” He asks, holding out a small to-go box and popping it open with his thumb. 

There might be two cannolis inside that box.  

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@roxenne-the-vixen  asked: 

She's seen this man before...a few times. Always at the same table in this diner...always with coffee. She bought him a cup before. He looked like he could use it then. And he still looks just as stressed now. She's not gonna press for answers. After all he's just some guy at a table and he probably just likes this diner--

Since he was still here, however, she thought maybe she'd get him another cup. She usually gets hers to go...but, maybe...?

"Do you want company?"

When Arackniss first hears those words, he doesn’t look up. It’s not an attempt to be rude or dismissive, it’s just that he has no reason to think that question is aimed at him. He comes here often, he sits in this booth, he drinks coffee (and maybe he’ll order something to eat if he hangs around long enough) he leaves his money at the table and he leaves. Those who work here know he’s not one for chit-chat. They know he’s here to get a breather from his job. They don’t ask questions.

So it takes about eight seconds before he realizes that the voice asking that question is a: very close and b: going unanswered. His eyes shift to the side and he sees the woman standing in front of him. Oh, it’s... her. He’s seen her before. She bought him some coffee a few months back. 

Want is a strong word, but if she wants to take a load off and sit with him for a little while, it would be rude to tell her off-- and his mother might just reach down from heaven and smack him if he was rude to a woman. Especially a woman who’s done nothing but be decent to him. “Sure. I still owe ya for last time, don’t I?”