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[flamberge]

Who: Kratos, Mary
When: 1/16 ic
Where: The Gardens
What: An awkward first meeting leads to an awkwarder second meeting.

[the gardens, even with their weird creatures lurking under the water, tend to be the most ideal place to simply relax. it's soothing and peaceful and away from the annoyances that work brings. unlike people who come to admire the plant life (or other life...), kratos' goal is far simpler: find a nice spot to sit and think. think about what? whatever old geezers think about.

unlike most days, finding a place to do said thinking proves somewhat difficult. numerous people, far more than normal, fill the gardens today and occupy every visible spot. hmm... ah there! near one of the fountains sits a single, empty bench and one that kratos makes a beeline for immediately. the bench will be his!! that or the ground will end up being his bench. considering actual bench beats hard, cold bench, his movements quicken the teeniest bit to ensure it ends up being the former.]

Comments

[immobileyes]

[ This would be Mary's lot in life. Visit the gardens, her place of peace, and it's crowded, and just when she's about to snag the last available bench, someone comes tearing towards her.

He looks angry, and she instantly puts her hands out to... stop him? Thwart him? Plead for her life? WHO KNOWS. ]

W-wait!!

[flamberge]

[only at the last minute does the girl approaching the bench catch his eye. ugh, damn. lady luck didn't smile down on him today. cold as a bastard as he can be, snagging a seat from a kid won't be happening. oh well, on the gro--

wait. what is she doing?? an eyebrow raise comes in reply to the weird hand gestures and the order accompanying it. wait for what?? no words come, but the expression on his face very clearly says 'yes? what is it and why are you doing that?'.]

[immobileyes]

[ ... Oh. He's stopped.

Give her a minute to breathe a sigh of relief, deflating immediately. ]

I thought you were going to hit me...

[flamberge]

[the straight-faced expression instantly becomes a confused, if taken aback one. had ...had he really looked like he was going to do that?]

What made you believe I intended to hit you?

[immobileyes]

Your... face?

[ SHRINKING DOWN. ]

[flamberge]

...My face made you think that?

[...does ...does his face really make people think that?]

[immobileyes]

Yeah... you looked sort of angry.

[ And intensely disapproving. ]

[flamberge]

[that's... yeah, he's trying to tone down some of the scariness. the last thing he expected his mad bench dash to do was to scare a kid into believing they're getting punched. wow, good job self.]

I apologize. I had neither meant to appear angry or to frighten you.

[immobileyes]

I... it's okay... I mean, I'd be angry at me too if I was you.

[ SHE RECOGNIZES HIM NOW. ]

[flamberge]

[he still hasn't. kratos is too busy contemplating the scariness of his face to take that fun trip down memory lane.]

And why would that be?

[immobileyes]

You're... um, some time ago, I feel like I bossed you around.

... A lot.

[flamberge]

[give him a moment...

...oh. OH. this is that girl from that one time!! that one time where he acted like a smiling lunatic. fun memories.]

I have no desire to hit you for what happened that day.

[only a desire to hit himself, really.]

[immobileyes]

... At all? But I was so mean--

[flamberge]

Were you mean intentionally or was it something outside your control?

[immobileyes]

I... well, no, I don't usually do that...

[flamberge]

Then you cannot be blamed for your actions that day so I have no reason to be mad.