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Moxi, the enigmatic Russian with a hint of danger in his demeanor, had sensed Ana’s curiosity and fascination from the moment they crossed paths. Her coy smile and the way she followed him hinted at a mutual intrigue, a curious dance between two souls with curiosity for one another. She was new in town and neither of them grew up in Sanctuary from his understanding and short talks with her during their cornhole tournament. 

As Ana’s soft voice reached him, a hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of Moxi’s lips. “[color=ADD8E6]You arrre velkome, my dearrrr,[/color]” he replied in his thick Russian accent, his icy blue eyes locking onto hers with a flirtatious glint and a hidden annoyance. He hated being asked to do things especially for strangers, but he would try to play nice for the moment. 

Before he could make a move toward the nearest alcohol vendor, Ana was interrupted by Lily’s sudden intervention. He observed the exchange, the concerned friend attempting to steer Ana away from him, casting aspersions upon his character. Moxi knew well enough that his reputation in the small town was far from pristine. However, he couldn’t deny the allure of Ana’s presence, her defiance of conventional wisdom, and her desire for something different. 

Ana’s reassurance and her decision to continue on their path sent a wave of satisfaction through Moxi. He appreciated her independence, the smark in her eye that matched his own adventurous spirit. Moments passed in between that observation and his kind gesture of getting the woman an alcoholic drink. As she took Lily’s hand and they approached him once more, he couldn’t help but flash a charming smile. 

“[color=ADD8E6]My dearrrr Ana, a rrrum and koke forrr you, as you vish,[/color]” Moxi purred, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. He then turned to Lily with a polite nod, “[color=ADD8E6]Forrr you, Lily, vhat vould you like? Perrrphaps a Moskov Mule to match my orrrigins?[/color]” Knowing that she didn’t like him. He wanted to play a game. 

Moxi knew the game they were playing, the unspoken connection that had sparked between them. He was more than willing to indulge in a little flirtation and excitement, knowing that Ana was a woman who could handle herself. In this small town, they were two souls out of the ordinary amongst the townsfolk.  
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[b]Location[/b] Festival
[b]Interaction(s)[/b] [@The Muse] Ana [@Viciousmarrow] Lily 
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