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Moxi was sitting by one of the local vendors who were selling their goods at the festival and he was giving them a quick lesson in business. It bothered him when people were under-selling themselves and their products, especially handmade products. He saw it quite a lot with artists. For some reason that reminded him of that Serrano girl but that thought was shoved away, as he continued to explain to the vendor what he [i]thought[/i] they were doing wrong and how he thought they could improve. He wasn’t trying to be rude even if it might appear like that, then he heard someone call out his name and a singular brow rose in an expression of curiosity. 

The woman that was grinning at him was clearly the one that called his name — Ana. The one that he bid on and played cornhole with earlier and a faint and friendly smile appeared on his lips. Completely dropping the conversation that he was in the middle of. “[color=add8e6]Ana,[/color]” His voice even in positivity was icy and somewhat cold in tone. His natural state. Just like the country he was born from. Icy and cold. 

Shrugging his shoulders as he picked up a glass of wine he was enjoying and sipped on it, “[color=add8e6]You kould kall it zat,[/color]” Nice. He somewhat rolled his eyes away from her in somewhat of a playful style instead of rude though it could be mistaken as that. Setting down the glass of wine as he locked their eyes together which made him appear more serious than he actually ever would be in such a situation. “[color=add8e6]Beginnerrrs lukk.[/color]” Pushing it to only that as if he didn’t have any skills at all. It was his first time playing cornhole so he didn’t realize he was [i]good[/i] at it and really put it up to being a fluke. He probably wouldn’t win her if they played again or the time after that or time after that. Doubting his abilities wasn’t something he did but he didn’t feel confident that whole game. 

Tilting his head when he was asked if he could buy two girls a drink, his eyes blinked slowly, as if he was considering his options here. He could say no. He could agree. Did he [i]want[/i] to buy them drinks? “[color=add8e6]Mhm…[/color]” His eyes scanned the space between the two girls and his eyes looked at Lily then back to Ana. “[color=add8e6]I suppose zat I kan be nice tonight,[/color]” These words were said plainly with a hint of kindness. All his words, actions, and even tones could not be complex. There were always mixtures of multiples in his being. 

Glancing away as he pouted and made puppy dog eyes, “[color=add8e6]Zat look vill not vorrrk viz me,[/color]” His voice was playful at this instance as he stood up. No reason to stay sitting at the table if he was going to buy the girls drinks, he had to go somewhere to get the drinks. 
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[b]Location[/b] Festival
[b]Interaction(s)[/b] [@The Muse] Ana
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