[Literally. Kyna just teleports over, because she's lazy and walking is for scrubs. It's only when she gets there that she realizes she has no idea what this guy looks like. Oops.]
[About the time she arrives, Klaus is just exiting the building, looking around curiously. Because he's also realizing that he never asked what the girl looks like (she's a girl right? Kyna sounds like a girl name).
Well. There are a few people around, here and there. A couple of them are girls.
[Wow, that is... Loud. And sudden. Kyna flinches, covers her face for a split second, then crosses the very minimal distance between them to grab his arm and yank. It's a desperate attempt to get him to stop, and also a terrible introduction.]
[He's grinning like an idiot. He doesn't look particularly sorry, not even when she yanks on his arm. Instead he just holds his hand out to her, brows raised.]
[But whatever! Since he seems fine with the physical contact, and Kyna is touchy feely to a fault, she links her arm through his and starts to guide him towards the bakery.]
[He gestures broadly with one tattooed hand, shaking his head.]
We used to sneak out as kids, me and my brothers and sisters, to this donut shop and stuff our faces till we puked. That's about as much as I know about pastries.
[Ask him about drugs, and he could go on for hours. But pastries? Not so much.]
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congrats. that's awesome
wanna go to the bakery with me and get fat instead?
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um fuck yes? where do we meet?
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where are you staying? i'll just meet you there
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two seconds
[Literally. Kyna just teleports over, because she's lazy and walking is for scrubs. It's only when she gets there that she realizes she has no idea what this guy looks like. Oops.]
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Well. There are a few people around, here and there. A couple of them are girls.
Only one thing to be done.
Cupping his hands around his mouth, he yells-]
KYNAAAAA!!??!!
[Man, he hopes he pronounced it right.]
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Holy shit. I'm right here.
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[He's grinning like an idiot. He doesn't look particularly sorry, not even when she yanks on his arm. Instead he just holds his hand out to her, brows raised.]
Kyna, I presume? I'm Klaus, nice to meet you.
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Nice to meet you, too. How many stupid Santa jokes do you get?
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You know, surprisingly few considering the spelling. Not complaining, though. Did I say your name right, by the by? I hope so.
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[And then she drops his hand and nudges his arm instead, because personal space is fake.]
What's with the tattoos?
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Oh, this one? [He gestures at his shoulder, and the grin goes somehow both soft and a little sad.]
Got that in the war, it's for the 173rd Airborne Brigade.
[Then, lifting his hands, he raises his brows.]
Unless you mean these, in which case, that was a stupid joke thing I got done when I was a kid.
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[She definitely picks up on that shift in his expression, but she deals with it the only way she really knows how—joking.]
Kind of a permanent joke. And you know, there's enough military guys here that you could all, like... start a softball team or something.
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Well, for what it's worth I don't remember what possessed me to do it.
[A snort laugh at that one. Stupid jokes are a very familiar thing.]
Yeah? I might play softball if it was with a bunch of soldiers.
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[He waggles his brows at her, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.]
So what kinda pastries should I be expecting here? I feel like I haven't eaten in a week [That might be true.] so I am totally ready to stuff my face.
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I can't tell if you're being gross or not.
[But whatever! Since he seems fine with the physical contact, and Kyna is touchy feely to a fault, she links her arm through his and starts to guide him towards the bakery.]
They've got, like, everything. What do you like?
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I'm being sarcastic.
[It's nice, having someone around who's also touchy feely, so he tugs her a bit closer by the arm, gives her a playful little hip bump.]
Uhhh. I like chocolate, and anything fruity, but especially like...cherry. Cherry jelly. Ya know?
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Pfft. Boring. You've gotta live a little.
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[He gestures broadly with one tattooed hand, shaking his head.]
We used to sneak out as kids, me and my brothers and sisters, to this donut shop and stuff our faces till we puked. That's about as much as I know about pastries.
[Ask him about drugs, and he could go on for hours. But pastries? Not so much.]
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[He tucks his hands into his pockets while he walks, looking up at the sky for a moment.]
Four brothers, two sisters. All adopted.
[He shrugs, and snorts.]
Adopted. Purchased. You know, whatever.
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[She peers up at him, trying to read his expression.]
Are you screwing with me, or serious?
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[A shrug.]
Technically we were adopted? But I know there was a whole lot of money involved.
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[Guess what Kyna is good at talking about? Not this.]
Um... Did it work out?
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