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Whoa! [He puts he’s hands up where she can see them, careful to not make her jump.]

[Ara blinks and lowers the gun quickly, flicking the safety on and tossing it down in one smooth motion.] I am sorry, my mind was elsewhere.

Edited 2019-03-10 15:35 (UTC)

[He slowly runs his hands through his messy hair making it stand on end.] Hey. I get it. Happens quite frequently actually.

You alright with that thing? [He points a the gun still in her hand.]

[She blinks once more as the fog lifts to clear the demons away and relaxes her posture before regarding him more carefully.] People point weapons at you often?

Yes. [The offending weapon was tucked away out of sight once more, banishing the demons away with it.] This is not exactly the best part of town.

[Actually he meant that his mind was often elsewhere but instead he just said] That too.

It isn’t? [Once the gun was put away, he pulled a baggy out of his pocket and quickly swallows a pill. Compared to some of the places his deals have gone down this one was actually nice. At least pizza could be delivered to this neighborhood.]

[That may have gone over her head, blame it on her upbringing or whatever one would call it.] Rough.

Not really. [She raises an eyebrow but that's it, curious but choosing to say nothing. She supposed it could always be worse as a cigarette appeared and tucked itself between red lips. She held the pack out to him.]

[He took the offered cigarette then a second one to tuck behind his ear for later with a flourished salute.] Thank you kindly. I was thinking, hear me out, this neighborhood wouldn’t be as dangerous if you weren’t pointing a gun at people.

[She nearly smiles at him but it fall short.] Your welcome and you may be right.

Actually, I hate guns.

Edited 2019-03-10 23:27 (UTC)

Odd choice of accessory then. [He mumbles around the cigarette she gave him as he tries to light it.]

[She chose not to comment, a lighter flicked open as orange flames licked under the edge of his cigarette.]

[He accepted the light and took a deep drag off it. He never felt more like himself than when he had veins full of opioids and lungs full of smoke.] I'd say you're an angel but you're not scary enough.

[Ara actually laughed at that one. When she was little all she had wanted was to appear scary and tough like the others. She had been so foolish then.] Looks can be deceiving occasionally. What's your name?

You tryin' to say you're someone to be afraid of? [He booped her nose and gave her a bow.] I'm Klaus.

Maybe. [The vampiress smirks, feeling better then before. It was nice to forget a moment as she took another drag, exhaling a plume of smoke before a finger poked her on the tip of her nose and she scrunched it up in confusion.]

Ara. You are an interesting man.

[He chuckles.] I've been called worse. So Ara, why are you running around with a gun this time of night?

I was running an errand. [More or less, maybe less if the bag full of blood and zipped tight was any indication.]

Protection. [Not that she wanted to use it, however she did have a pouch of knives strapped deceptively to her left hip, hidden from view. Arana made her take it.] What brings you out so late, Klaus?

[He patted the pocket of his jeans where he was keeping his stash.] I had an errand of my own.

[Taking one more puff, she crushed the cigarette under her boot and threw it in the trash. Even a vampire had some respect for the environment after all.] Have a safe night then, Klaus. [She offered her hand to shake. He was a funny one but the conversation was pleasant enough to distract her.]

[He took her hand but instead of shaking it he kissed the back of it like some gallant weirdo.] Not too safe I hope. Try not to shoot anyone, huh?

[With a grin, he let her hand go and headed off to get into trouble.]

[He was such an odd man but no less interesting as she hid the blush forming well enough.] That's a promise I like to keep. Goodnight, Klaus.

[She watched his retreating form and turned around to run back 'home' before the sun caught up to her.]