a lonely kitty in a big world

Oh, heh, an unintended pun, but it would be prudent to see if that trait matched the physical signs. She was unlike any he'd met prior. Perhaps not magical in nature, but the natural hybrid was a thing of interest as well.

“I... I am...! I would truly love to learn.” She briefly gazed to wherever her father might be, then back to the man before her. “... And perhaps to maintain contact, if that is possible.”

for muses that are getting to know each other

@misfxrtunekitty sent ; CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

Another world set to ruin, buildings have fallen, many have died on the streets and those that were alive were maimed or otherwise in poor condition. Negativity was everywhere, and it thrilled him to no end, truly a man in his element as rot, decay, and ruin filled the scent in the air.

He almost stuck his tongue out to properly savor it. It wasn't until he noticed the weeping individual that he stopped. She seemed to be in better shape than others. His shadow loomed over her, and he lowered himself.

His hand gripped her chin, then made her look up. "Don't cry."

A tiny noise resembling a whine escaped her at the grip on her chin, having little choice but to meet that being's gaze. So this was the one responsible, wasn't it.

Ultimately though, she would be a tad disappointed that these expositions weren't as grand as they had been made out to be. It wasn't a big deal, but hopefully she could gain a more reliable source.

"Thank you, my lady. Your assistance is deeply appreciated."

She liked the way he spoke. He had a sweet voice, she thought. She maintained that timid smile as she gazed up at him.

Still, the comment from the stranger beside her made her perk up. She gazed up at him, giving him a curious look.

What wiped the smirk off his face was the extra 100 dollar bill. It made the Punk pause for a moment. If he wasn't sure whether she was loaded before, he sure knew now.

She put her wallet back in her little purse, taking a moment to fiddle with her skirt. “To tell you the truth... It's not very often I get to go out without supervision.” In fact, she knew for a fact her staff would very likely have a heart attack if they were to find out where she had been. “B-but I really wanted to check these kinds of places out...! They seem... fun...!”

She moves to...try and get closer to his height? He smiles a bit behind the mask, finding her effort oddly endearing. Then she asks if he needs help, and...to be honest, yes, he does. With everything.

He looks around; left, then right, then behind himself. Seeing no one else in their aisle, he leans down, putting himself closer...and then speaks softly; quietly; almost breathlessly.

Golden eyes widen behind dark-tinted shades. He had been the one to bump into her—and yet she's asking if he is alright.

He's never met anyone quite so kind.

It makes his heart flutter.

She takes a moment to lightly pat her skirt, a bit of a habit, before focusing back on the other. She even stands on her tiptoes briefly, as if subconsciously trying to match his height, somehow.

“Oh, I love this book!” The being said happily, looking through all the novels she had just put away. They turned their attention from the worn cover to the young girl as she approached them, and their tail shot up to smile at her with a sweet chiming noise.

“Where are my manners?” The creature exclaimed, then tucked an arm under their fluffy chest to bow like a knight would to a queen. “I am the magical and mystical Jestrix! It is an honor to meet you! I’ve been waiting for some time!”

“Well... Y-yes, I...! I'm Yolanda.” She offered a little bow of her own, pinching each side of the skirt of her dress. “It is a pleasure, Jestrix.”

"Twenty? Well fuck me." He smirked, counting through the stack of tickets before handing her a handful of them. She didn't look like she would be into his kinda music but then again, he shouldn't be judging a book by its cover.

“I'm sure I can make time to give your music a listen.” Even if it would have never been her first choice, she wanted to give it a chance. Who knew; she might end up liking it.

She paid for the tickets, but then paused. She might get in trouble for what she would do next if found out, but...

... Ah, well. She was already spending a good amount.

She slipped him an additional 100 bill. “What you're doing is quite admirable. I will gladly contribute.”

She then grabbed the handful of tickets to put them away, carefully, in her purse. Followed by her pulling out her phone, handing it to him so he could link her to his site.