#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ feat.┊ ❨ marisela x alex ❩

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marisela  was  knocked  back  slightly  at  the  collision  and  instinctively  reached  out  to  steady  herself,  grabbing  onto  the  other’s  extended  arm.  she  was  momentarily  caught  off  caught  by  the  rambling,  but  when  her  brain  caught  up  an  amused  smirk  worked  its  way  onto  her  face.  marisela  released  their  arm,  and  glanced  at  the  other  patrons  of  the  stand.  “a  little  tongue-tied  there,  huh?”  she  teased,  flicking  her  gaze  between  the  stranger  and  the  ring  toss  game. “but  if  it’s  any  consolation,  i’m  not  exactly  known  for  my  stellar  aim  either.” marisela  watched  silently  as  the  other  players  continued  to  miss,  tilting  her  head  slightly  and  considering  her  options. “yeah,  i  think  i’ll  give  it  a  shot,” she  replied,  nodding  toward  the  game  before  turning  her  attention  to  the  other  again. “care  to  join  me?  might  as  well  we both  risk  our  dignity  together.”  marisela  stepped  towards  an  empty  spot  along  the  booth  and  looked  over  her  shoulder  with  a  slight,  daring  smile. 

their attempt at wolverine's signature style has already given up on its battle with thick, naturally straight hair. this leaves strands of freshly dyed black flopping right into dark brown eyes. a nuisance and a half, making alex use a combination of sweat and product to slick it back and away. they really wish they'd brought one of their baseball caps. alas, they'd forgotten the existence of trucker caps and decided such a look was more along the lines of peter parker. a rookie mistake. one they're trying to remedy in preparation for the ring toss game when a shoulder jostles them out of their thoughts. considering they're built like a brick shithouse, the contact does little to move them. alex does, however, shoot out an arm in case the other person loses balance. there's no physical contact, but the limb is extended in offering regardless.

"you're alright!" voice is a low, thickly accented grunt that trails off into a sharp swallow at the sight of a red dress and pretty eyes. after being reduced to silently gaping for a moment, alex clears their throat and aimlessly waves their other arm in the direction of the game. "no! i mean, yeah! i mean, uh... maybe?" c'mon dude, get your shit together! "yeah." they laugh. "everyone's aim sucks!" a sharp glare is tossed in their direction by one of the players, making pale ears redden. "no offense! mine sucks too! i'd do way worse than you!" swallowing down further rambling, alex hunches their shoulders and steps aside.

"sorry, did you fancy a go?"