[H2][Center]☽[color=99004d]Masha [/color]☾ & [color=00ccff]❀Emma❀[/color][/center][/h2] 

[center][b]Arc 2 Day 2[/b]
[i]{ ONIH | About 8 pm }[/i][/center]

Emma couldn’t help the laugh that came at his embarrassment to see her with his boss, but she didn’t say anything more about it as he came in to give her a little hug. She slipped her own arm around his back and waist, pulling him a little closer for a moment before his attention was drawn away. “Go, you’ve got work to do, don’t let me keep you.”

At the kiss to her forehead she smiled, waving him off. “I’ll see you after,” she called as he walked away to go and help his fellow coworker with the little problem that they were having just then. 

“Suppose you have to go too?” she said looking to Masha who sighed and rolled her eyes some.

“Yeah, I probably should get back to actually working and not just chatting,” she sighed again, finishing her drink and standing up as well. “It was nice seeing you again. Text me and maybe we can hang out some when this opening is over.”

Emma nodded and smiled. “Sure thing, Masha.”

Masha waved slightly and made her way back towards the bar, watching the scene on going with Damien and Killian as she went. What was that kid doing in here? What could she have been up to? As the thoughts ran through her head, theories and ideas and what ifs came flooding through and she had to fight down growing panic that this could be very bad.

“Just keep calm, Masha,” she murmured to herself and shifted her direction slightly, though she mostly stopped walking to watch. She needed to know that Killian and Damian could handle this sort of thing on their own without her intervening any. Damian was going to have to be a big boy sooner or later. Or a bit Nightwalker. Either way. 

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[b]Rich Axford[/b]

Rich looked at her as she patted the bench, taking a deep breath before he sat himself down. He needed to silence that small voice in the back of his head that kept saying that this wasn’t a good idea. And that he should be turning around and heading back to the bar to do his job. Before Masha noticed that he wasn’t there and fired his ass. Maybe literally, he couldn’t put it past her to not do that.

“Maybe it does,” he said in answer to her question about danger exciting him, shrugging his shoulders and trying to look more confident in this decision that he’d made. 

Which was a whole lot easier when she was leaning in close and putting her hands on his face. He found himself being pulled even closer to her by just her force of will it seemed. Because there was no physical pulling happening, but he was sliding along the bench closer to her anyways, his much longer leg pressing up against hers. 

Part of his attention was being tugged away by the commontion that was going on, but not enough of it to pull him away from her fully though. “Maybe I’m not as innocent as you think I am…”