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"Man, what a babe." Nur purred. "Feisty." Their eye dodged over to Shynora before they came to the server. "Ohhh, man! That ought to be enough for a month!" Their hands rubbed together greedily before reaching toward the case.
"...glorious."
"Guten bye, friends. Perhaps next time?" they cawed before slipping out the door.
"I don't know if I can really afford it... Avia, where are we going exactly?" She seemed pretty dismissive of Sophie, like she didn't have time for the girl.
She frowned at the little girl. Her expression dropped into a mope. "So you mean...Aaadam?"
Please don't say Adam.
"Fine. Then find somewhere here that's safe while I take care of this matter. Can you do that much?"
Lamina was a gladitorial entertainer by career. Orphaned and with a strange childhood, circumstances resulted in a short yet intense life of melee training and deals with the coliseum for room and care, in exchange for her virtuosic skillset.
It was a sustainable life, albeit a very lonely one; while Lamina's name and face may be widely known from her career in the battle-arena-f19.html, it meant little outside the realm of sports, and she often found her spare time by herself, exploring new locations or foods or just going for walks, often during the dying hours of the night. While she felt sleep would soon be her next calling, tonight so far was no different.
While chewing, he tried to avoid making a mess on his open-collared red shirt, or his dark, fancy shoes. He seemed quite well dress for someone who was clearly not an ordinary human, as evidenced by the fact it looked as though his head had been cut off and stitched back on, according to the scar around his neck. The red, miscoloured right eye also gave something supernatural about him away and to a lesser extent, so did his sharp maroon hair.
He was so focused on eating that he barely noticed when Lamina came into view. He only stopped to avoid barging into her, at which point he would try to get a good look at the girl's face.
"You look familiar," he greeted.
Lamina looked down a little bit, a little surprised and certainly not expected to be barged into here. Upon closer examination it was revealed that she had jade green eyes, brown hair and a scar of her own across her bare left shoulder. A knee length black dress, nylon leggings and exterior-plated steel toe boots were her attire. Her wrists had many thin metal bangles of various colors. It was an unorthodox garb for sure.
"Nah, just kidding. You're not a famous movie star, or singer, since you're like... Twelve years old - aaand well, you can't be that famous or I'd probably recognize your name instantly. No offence," he continued, between hotdog bites.
"How am I familiar to you then?"