#m.nashra01

[containatrocity]

"Would it be weird? We're in a town with a strict 'sundown' curfew and yet somehow people here still find it in them to be overdramatic with their acts of revenge." He scowls, at the suitcases at his feet, as Nashra insists they're clearly heavy. "Yes. 45-ish pounds of sodden clothing tend to be. Of course, I did the hard part already, having dove into the lake in the woods to fish them up." His fingers itch and his jaw clenches, he'll have Hex's head for this one- sure, he'd earned it, turnabout was fair play, and he'd sold her up the river for chore duty at the cirque by pinning their shared destruction of the house on her entirely. Sure, his favorite clothes hucked in the lake and the fish touching him while he hauled them back out was likely well deserved.

It didn't make his anger any less present. "Look, I simply cannot be certain you weren't paid off by a particular blue haired gremlin to take these cases back to where I retrieved them from, so I have to be-" a pause, to scoot the suitcase again. "Mindful." He scrutinizes them, for a moment. "Though I suppose if you've any alliance to Hex, I've not seen you around the house..." He frowns, then sighs. "Fine. take that one." It's got things he cares about less in. If this is a trick, he supposes he can let that one float for a day.

they watch as the suitcases drop to the ground, the audible thunk causing even them to jolt back in response. "i just got off of work, actually. i don't just head out of my home looking for ways to be a good person. i mean, god, that'd just be weird." typically she wouldn't be out this late, but certain mishaps at the salon led to them having to stay a little later than they would have liked to clean up some messes that she didn't feel the rest of the staff should have to deal with. that and, truthfully, they knew the job would be done if they got to do it. "very unfortunate that you dropped your, uh, delicate things though. as someone who clearly knows how dire of a situation it would be to be out so late, i can't imagine that you would want to turn away any help -- especially considering that those things look heavy."

[containatrocity]

"Christ almighty-" Mercy's clearly not expecting anyone to speak to him, the man jolting in vague alarm and dropping the two suitcases he's lugging with an oddly... wet? 'thunk' on the sidewalk. "Okay, clearly, moving things at near dark, is not nearly late enough." He observes, running a hand through dark hair to smooth it back into place- planting a foot on one of the cases as Nashra reaches for it. "Did I say I needed help?" He questions, pushing it away from her reach with no small sense of effort- whatever's in the cases is heavy, that much is clear. "I don't exactly seek any sort of assistance from veritable strangers on the street with things that are delicate, mind you. I know what I'm doing out, this close to dusk. Why are you trying to good-Samaritan two hours before the dead descend upon us?"

charismatic and flirtatious were descriptors typically attributed to nashra -- attentive, however, perhaps wasn't. however, she was always watching, always attuned to her surroundings and familiar with what was going on with those around them -- a defense mechanism, ultimately. it's why they're the first to notice when someone nearby needs assistance, and they step towards the other as soon as they notice. "hey, let me help you."