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Glancing over his shoulder at the child who was hiding behind him. With how short the girl was, he thought she was a child at first. Then he realized she was older than that. Maybe a teenager? She couldn’t be an adult with how short she was, could she? He was confused on why she was hiding behind him. It wasn’t like he was covering all of her or anything. People could still spot her from behind him especially with her peeking out beyond the crowd. Taking a drag of his cigar while glancing over to the blonde haired woman, he was trying to ignore the red-headed girl at first. 

Allowing his attention to fall back onto the girl when she spoke, “[color=add8e6][i]Mhm…[/i][/color]” What was she hiding from? He didn’t want to be caught up in anything that was not his business. Two strangers were crowding him and one was right behind him. Uncomfortable for someone that is in such a dangerous business. His guard was being put up and his natural alert system was slowly going off. 

The crimson haired girl referring to the blonde as [i]udders[/i] caused the Russian man to chuckle as he puffed out smoke. Someone has a mouth on them. Maybe she is running because someone is going to teach her a lesson for that mouth of hers. That wouldn’t surprise him. Then she continued to become cruel and his eyes sharpened while the girl seemed to have no self-awareness of herself or maybe her words at all. [i]Disrespectful thing…[/i] he thought to himself while he took a step forward to distance himself from the crazed child. 

Then the child began talking to herself. She broke her brother's guitar? Egged him on? Huffing out some more smoke, he did not want any part of whatever was happening between these siblings. The girl who was deciding that touching a stranger's back was an okay thing to do in the first place could feel Moxi tense. He was extremely tense. The girl could probably feel the underlying feeling of a shoulder holster for a gun depending on where she touched. The traps were prevalent when pressed against.  

“[color=add8e6]I do not knov zis child, do you?[/color]” Moxi had no idea who this person was and the audacity that they had to touch him. Taking about fifteen steps away from the duo. His cloudy blue eyes glared towards him as if he was irritated. He was. Why the FUCK DID SHE TOUCH ME!?! Rang through his head and if looks could kill… Em would be dealing with icy daggers.

Dusting himself off as he took his suit jacket off and laid it over his shoulder. The man took out a small bag of something and it was a package of clean wipes. He began to use one to clean over his hands as he flicked his cigarillo to the ground and stepped on it. “[color=add8e6]Don’t touch me again,[/color]” Moxi’s voice was as cold and icy as his eyes at this point.  
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[b]Location[/b] Near the cornhole game 
[b]Time[/b] 3 PM 
[b]Mood[/b] irritated  
[b]Interactions[/b]  [@The Muse] [@Viciousmarrow]
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