Thoughtful Countenance

Realizing how serious she was, Haru let out a small huff. It would be lying to say he wasn’t just offended, but then again she had told him to quit already and he clearly didn’t take it seriously enough. “It’s not like I haven’t tried quittin’ before, de kan,” he scratched the back of his head in frustration. “I don’t got th’ money for it, but—” There was no use trying to explain the way he felt the need to self-medicate, to waste his hard-earned (and very little) paychecks on a way to numb his mind. If anything, he was more afraid of the consequences of being without his addictions than what would become of him with them.

"Haru, I'm a member of the Reformation," she responded, crossing her arms over her chest once again, "I make more money t'an most of t'e people in t'is city combined. If you ever need money for something, especially somet'ing like t'is, please don't be too proud to ask me. I'm here to help you, not shun you for not having t'e money for somet'ing." She reached out a hand to touch Haru's cheek, smiling lightly.

"Damn, think you could drop me a few—OI!" Haru shouted as he was suddenly torn away from his deal, watching in complete confusion as his contact somehow slowly receded from him. The teen turned amidst his struggles and realized Dagny had dragged him away.

She stood, staring flabbergasted at the young man before her. "What did you take away from t'e conversation?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes, "T'at I wanted you to maybe someday not taste and reek of marijuana and cocaine? Honestly." She gave a scoff, shaking her head quietly.

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“Reasonably priced” for other people was still usually somewhat expensive for him. Maybe if he hadn’t spent all his money on cigarettes and those few grams of crack last week, he wouldn’t be so low on cash. Haru nodded in response to her, grinning as he fixed his hair that somehow got even messier after she ruffled it up. It became apparent to him that if he wanted to have a real girlfriend for once, he’d have to kick his dirty (and expensive) habits.

Dagny hummed lightly to herself as the two of them walked, wondering vaguely what exactly she had gotten herself into. Sure, he was a nice guy and all, but she had been his friend long enough to discover some of his less than healthy habits. She did her best not to judge him based on such things, however it was a less than pleasant when she went to his house and all that she could smell was marijuana. She supposed, however, that if he really wanted to keep her as a girlfriend, he would do his best to break said habit.

A small smirk formed on Haru’s face when she poked his cheek. He was actually kind of amazed at how playful she was being; he had almost convinced himself that she was really a snake disguised as a girl. Of course, he’d never say that to her face.

She could feel that little smirk that he had given her, and was almost relieved to see it. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, after all, so to see him perk up so quickly was means for the smile on her lips to grow slightly in size.

Hera smiled, somewhat relieved that she’d have some company. “I’m Hera,” she began, “and of course, I could use a tour guide.” She laughed lightly and folded up the map, slipping it into the back pocket of her black shorts.

"It is quite t'e pleasure to meet you, Hera," she chirped, adjusting the collar of her jacket as she strolled alongside the other. "If you still need a tour guide, you must really be new," she laughed, "But do not worry. You will get used to it, soon enough.

Haru worked so hard to make himself look at least presentable before showing up at Dagny’s doorstep; he even brushed his hair and everything. The look of disappointment on his face grew with her harsh comment, and his gaze fell slowly upon the not-so-fine eating establishment which he had brought them to. “What’s wrong with this?” he asked for about the third time, letting her drag him away despite the fact that he was still confused.

Finally, someone else that was also new around here. Hera should have felt comforted by that, but somehow she didn’t; even though she claimed to be new, the young woman seemed to know what she was doing. Hera resisted the urge to grumble.