#ragna01

Staring was an instant trigger of his. He hated when he was looking over, minding himself when he catches someone else looking at him. If it is more then a second, he is instantly irritated. Being quick to anger was a bad trait, but hell he had gotten this far with his anger. He would live with it.

Okay maybe Jeongmin admits that she might be utterly lost.

While yeah sure she’s lived in a big city, ending up in somewhere entirely new didn’t exactly help her situation. For one thing, she didn’t even have any sort of map to use to find her starting point. How the hell was she supposed to find where she needed to go anyway--

Oh there she goes bumping into someone. That’s just great. So much for first impressions.

She shushed the shiba upon realizing he was barking at the stranger.

“Geez... So sorry about that. I wasn’t even looking at where I was going. And don’t mind Namu, he’s always gets like that when I do something stupid.”

If he didn’t know any better, Yoichi would say he had the worst luck imaginable. Since he does know better, he would say that he was only one-step away from taking the top ranking, but wasn’t quite there yet. The only way this day would get better was if a black cat crossed his path underneath a ladder while breaking a mirror.

Though he supposed he shouldn’t tempt fate like that. It was not overtly presumptuous to slide into the small coffee shop and attempt to explain his situation. Yes, he was new to the area, and yes he had no idea where he was, but he was very thirsty so if you could please just overlook the fact that I have no money this time--

Unfortunately there was no pity to be found. He was practically thrown out the front doors, and windmilling his arms wasn’t enough to stop him from tripping and making a fool of himself. Instead of hitting the ground, though, he came in contact with a body.

A very tall one at that.

alright, so maybe he was a little drunk.

normally, he was a 'make love, not war' kinda guy (unless it was about the DUPs, then by all means), but he was kind of touchy when he didn't really know what he was doing. not that he liked this side of him at all, but it was there, and very real, very manifested right now in the middle of a fight with an absolute stranger. a fight...he wasn't sure how got started, exactly, but an all out fist-to-face brawl.

                                                                well.                                         he'd be feeling the damage tomorrow.

now, Delsin didn't have nearly as many abilities in tact in this city as he did back home, making him rather weak compared to his 'normal,' conduit self. fast-healing wasn't an advantage anymore-- the only thing he really had was smoke manipulation to use for propulsion, but even that could help pack a punch. smoke and ash was pretty hot, after all; why not leave some burns in his wake?

                    eh. he could deal with the regret later.