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At least, until she felt her shoulder clipped. Stopping dead, Kalia's eyes flashed to the culprit that had managed to barely make physical contact. A taller boy, dark hair. White. Nothing special. "Watch where you're walking." she growled.
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He didn't want to merely ignore her, so he twisted the upper half of his body and leaned in to be eye level with her. "Am I not supposed to walk here?"
Standing her ground, she disregarded the pedestrians muttering irritation as they walked around the two. "These aren't your streets." she finally responded. Then paused, while she took in an idea of his clothes. They were... odd. "You're not from here." Kalia stated matter-of-factly, "Get off the street."
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"Look at you, so quick to judge!" he chuckled lightly, "I think you should take time to at least ask questions, or risk making an ass of yourself." He perked his ears as he heard someone scream obscenities from a car, bringing his pleasant expression to a brief halt, before regaining his focus on the girl.
"Wouldn't want to have that now, would we?"
Straightening her posture, she stared him down. Who did he think he was, strutting about like he owned everyone here? Distantly, she felt the air pull in around her while water froze to her skin. "You don't fucking know me." she spat. Red and yellow sign forgotten, Kalia zeroed in on the self-entitled asshole in front of her.
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He exhaled slowly and steadily, and as he did so, stripped all the air water within 5 feet of them clean of water particles. The pedestrians walking around them quickly darted their heads around, confused at the lack of rainfall in a specific spot, but Arel kept his posture, not letting them know for an instant he was the reason the area was dry.
"I do not believe I claimed to know you, although drawing the water from the air to your skin doesn't do much for remaining conspicuous now does it? Now I know more than most people I'm willing to bet."
He took a few steps back as to give her some space, and lightly bowed his head, not letting the pedestrians break the connection of their gaze.
At his words, she struggled not to glance at her skin. She had felt traces, not realizing she had pulled enough to be noticeable. Let alone strip the air of the rain. Her ears picked up a new tone among the pedestrians; questioning. In the distance, the sound of a siren threatened to draw her immediate attention. Face twisting into an odd disapproving look, she responded with an offhanded "You don't know anything. You just come down here from your fancy-ass hill house to gawk at the lower class." Regaining her stance, she kept a peripheral watch on the dwindling number of people around them. "Oh look at the little hoodrats, dear," she mocked in a false posh tone, "Look at their little hovels, how quaint. Oh that one has a little headwrap. He must be their president." Kalia waved a dismissive hand, returning to her original voice. "Bullshit. Get out of here before you figure out what it's really like."
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He walked to a streetlight off to Kalia's left, nimbly navigating through the people still slowing their pace over the dry air. He rocked back on his feet and let his back hit the pole.
"So empty threats and bitching forgotten on my part, what is your name?"
What relief she felt at the guy's apparent leaving was brought to a halt when he turned around to her again. She was again basked in the embrace of humid rainy air, the gentle inaudible whispers giving her a better grasp on how close others were to her. She spotted a darker figure to the side, sticking to the shadows. Watching.
Confidence rekindled, Kalia answered the question with a prompt "Fuck you."
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"So, Fuck You, do you have somewhere to be or do you strictly emerge from your home hunting for people to wrongly judge?"
He expanded the range of the drought, covering a wider range now as to avoid as many people stopping to block his view.
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