The OC above is behind you...

"Oh, u-um,, I apologize." Elaena mumbled, moving slightly to the side. Hoping not to scare the person with her unnaturally bright, almost animal-like eyes, she let her bangs fall over them slightly, putting them in shadow. However, Elaena took a deep breath, reminding herself why she had stopped walking in the first place. "Um,, I saw that you spilled coffee on yourself. If it is alright, may I take a quick look to make sure you didn't burn yourself? Um,, I'm a doctor." She hesitantly offered. "It p-probably isn't too serious, but I do have some burn medicine if you'd rather just take some home."

The vampire gestured to her pouch that she always carried around. In fact, Elaena had actually heard what happened from a block away, but as hearing that keen was rather unusual, she'd keep that fact to herself.

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"Pardon me." Elaena said quietly, edging in behind (someone) on the bus that she used to commute to her workplace. There were only standing spots left, after all.

_{I'm pretty sure Researcherandfriends left TH so I'm claiming @ Pyntuma. If not dm me and ill turn it into double duty.} 

Salvador's hand clenched around the handle. The poor man looked even paler than usual. Vehicles of every size and kind made his stomach upset. Motion sickness, that's how the doctor described it. Nothing he could do about it. Besides, you know. Hardcore fantasy!victorian drugs.
Salvador's gaze was fixated at the window. He eyed the many houses and buildings that passed him.
'Pardon me,' someone said. As she squeezed herself behind him. Making Salvador's already upset stomach, do a looptielope.

The poor thief clenched his hand even harder. Pressed his jaws and squeezed an eye shut. Just a few more minutes, he told himself. And you're off this blasted thing. Just a few more...
"It's ok," he spoke between clenched teeth. A lie obviously. Salvador shook his head before quickly peaking over his shoulder. Curious who this mysterious stranger was.
A doctor!? Thánk the Void. At least when push came to shove she'd be able to put him out his, motion sickness, misery.
Salvador's eyebrows raised even higher when he spotted the stranger's metal hand. His own eased a bit.

"Nice glove," he commented. Before raising his gold one. Moving his fingers to make his point even clearer.
"Got one too," Salvador said. With a paper-thin smile. You won't say?
Ugh!
The bus made an unexpected, probably caused by a dent in the road, movement. Salvador has the feeling that his stomach dropped in his shoes, "excuse me", and had to turn away from the doctor. Back to the window - his only friend- and press his cheeks against the cold glass. Cooling down his feverish skin.
Just a few more stops.

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A watery sun broke through the clouds. It was market day and the square was filled with stalls and people. The smell of all kinds of food lingered and mixed itself with the stench of sweat and snow. Chickens cackled and Salvador could hear goats bleat. The cattle market. The busiest of them all.
Salvador, as quick as a shadow, moved through the edges of a crowd. No way that he was going to move closer to its center. He shivered. Salvador háted this part of the job.
With his bandensnijder, he managed to cut a pouch. And another. Salvador was too busy stuffing away the two stolen money bags when he bumped up against someone (you!)'s back.
"Sorry," he muttered. As he tried to squeeze himself past you. The bandensnijder, a known thieves tool, still in hand.

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Afjdf dw! Happens to the the best of us!! V 

Salvador paused his steps. The bandensnijder still lingering in his hand. "It is," he said. A small frown appeared on his face as he carefully took over the scarf. "How. Hu, did you steal it?" He asked Jasper with an suspicious tone.
No idiot, you dropped it.

It really was a nice day out today... How lovely. It had been standing in place for heavens knows how long - occupied both in the scenery and its own fleeting thoughts. 

The robot let out a surprised beep when it was poked, turning around to face Jasper. "Oh! Hello there." It chirped out a polite greeting, giving a slight bow. Formalities.

"Is there something you may need?" 

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A soft series of startled beeps interrupted the previous quiet - the robot seeming to have stumbled across someone. It didn't quite expect that... 

It beeped again, attempting to communicate, or grab their attention - they seemed focused on something, but it couldn't quite tell whatever that something was. "Ah - hello there! Pardon my intrusion, but... what are you doing?"

Markal halts his geode hunting and turns around to see who's talking to him, and is both surprised and excited to see what he's found!

"Why hello the- Oh!!! Are... Are you a robot!? Wow!!!" Markal literally drops all his things just to examine this new lifeform that he's encountered.

"I-I uhh, I was just trying to look for some geodes, I wanted to find something really special for my boyfriend's birthday this year and- Gosh!!! Never thought I'd find an actual robot??? Just outdoors??? Do you mind if I ask a few questions? I just have to know what your deal is!"

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Markal's taking his usual stroll down the farmer's market, with his very own tote bag in hand so that he can buy fresh ingredients for tonight's dinner date with his boyfriend! Suddenly, he spots an item being accidentally dropped by someone. Being the kind man he is, he grabs the item and taps the person on shoulder to get their attention.

"Hello there! Sorry for the sudden arrival but you dropped this, didn't want you to lose it!"

Turning around, Aaron groaned and said, "What do you want?" He raised an eyebrow at the taller man before softening his look when he saw them holding his beloved Kuromi keychain. Getting it back from them, Aaron blushed and shuffled his feet awkwardly. "Uh... thanks, I guess." He felt kind of embarrassed that he was rude to the kind man who gave him back an important item. Aaron couldn't help but notice their sharp teeth poking out of their toothy smile. 

"Damn, your teeth are sharp. That's really cool," He didn't want to keep up his tough facade to a nice stranger who helped him out. "I suppose those, uh, chompers can tear through anything, huh?" Inwardly he was kicking himself at the strange joke/compliment he gave. Hopefully the nice man wouldn't take it badly; Aaron didn't need any more people who disliked him...

Walking around the store, Aaron was leafing through some items, casually taking in the sights around him. A little while later, he saw someone looking at an interesting item. Coming up behind them, he suddenly piped in, "Hey, that's pretty cool."

(might do a follow up for NP owo)

Meredith jumps a bit, startled from the sudden voice so close behind her, and she jolts, jumping out of her crouch to spin around and face the owner of the voice at first with a slight glare, though it...slightly softens when she realises very quickly that it was...just some guy genuinely asking about what she was looking at. She's still a bit annoyed over being startled, but she huffs before turning to glance at what she'd been looking at. A black-and-red electric guitar, on a low stand, so Meredith had had to crouch to get a proper look at it. She chuckles lowly and, hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, tilts her head almost playfully.

"Yeah, it's a Rocketeer RR100," she says simply, as if it were common knowledge. She couldn't afford it right now, but it was something she did want, considering her current one was getting old. "Real pretty, too," she adds. "You like guitars? You..." she gives Aaron a glance-over, "look like you'd like this kind of thing." 'Not sure if they like hard rock but...hey, probably close.'

Meredith was at the bar, her usual spot at night, waiting for a band she'd come to see perform get started. She decides to slip over and see if she could bribe one of her bartender friends for a beer, though someone's in the way of her path, and upon reaching the bar she taps the heel of her...heels on the ground with a faint sigh, before reaching over to gently prod the person's shoulder, since the bar was kind of loud right now. "Hey," she calls. "Not tryna' be rude," 'For once' "But can I move past ya for a moment? I need a drink and everywhere else is too packed to get through right now."

Now, how long has it been since he's been to a bar?
... Had he ever been to one? Or has it been so long that he couldn't remember?
It was louder than he remembered, or expected. And more crowded. And darker. But everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, even if aided by alcohol. Which, by the way, he definitely needed more of.
Settled in what he'd claim as his permanent position at the counter, Yeli motioned for the bartender to give him a refill, then glanced down at the melting glass in his cup. Well, he was told he had to get out of the house more often, and it was nice meeting all kinds of people here, but he couldn't shake how uncomfortable he was. Maybe he'll stick to walks in the park from now on-- the beach, if he's feeling extra adventurous.
Just as his drink had come, Yeli felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to see a woman asking for space at the counter. She looked young, about the same age as most of the people here, and just as energetic, if not more. The scars on her face were interesting, he wondered what the stories behind them were. Most importantly, she looked like she was enjoying herself.
The neon lights from above cast a heavy shadow over his face, making his eyes and his smile the only visible traits. "Of course," he said as he moved a few inches for her. "I'm new here, if it's not obvious," he chuckled. "Maybe you can give me a heads up if the upcoming bands are worth staying around for?"

Things were pretty quiet. Not a single person was out, there weren't even any cars passing around. Quick peers into any windows didn't show anything, either, not even any pets-- in fact, there weren't any birds flying around, too.
It was all completely quiet.
"Excuse me."
Yeli stood behind you with an apologetic smile on his face. One hand scratched the back of his head sheepishly, while the other held a rake, shovel, and sledgehammer. "Would you mind moving to the side?" he asked before motioning to his tools. "They're starting to get heavy, so I'd like to get home quickly. I'd try to step on the street enough to pass, but knowing my luck a car would the minute I put my foot down."

Jayce quickly moved, jumping slightly. "I'msosorrypleaseforgiveme-" He adjusted his kimono before standing upright. "Forgive me for that..." He tilted his head down, feeling his tail tucked under his legs. "If there's anything more you want me to do, just ask me, I'll do it...If it's not y'know...stuff I can't do..." Quickly realizing he was talking too much, he clasped his hands together. "I'm sorry I was rambling again- Y-you can just go..."

Jayce stood there, patiently. Of course, he never spoke for a while before speaking up lightly. "M-may you possibly Uhm...Move one bit to the side? I wouldn't want people getting hit by my tail..." He laughed under his breath, putting his hands behind his back rather quickly. "If I start rambling p-please tell me..."

Shintaro caught a whiff of something in the air— flowers. It was a gentle aroma, but there was an unexpected foxy smell that accompanied it. He turned around to face the source— "Huh? A kitsune kid?" Shintaro's tail and ears were on alert as he inspected the young kitsune. He didn't seem dangerous, but foxes are known to be quite cunning.

"W-What!?" Perhaps Shintaro got a little too carried away sniffing at the kitsune but the flowers, wherever they were, were strongest around him. "You can smell it too right, the flowers?"

Seems like he was only making the situation all the more awkward. Attempting to remedy the encounter Shintaro stuttered, "L-Look all I'm trying to say is that you— Erm... the flowers! The flowers smell real nice! Yeah!"

     Smiley had been trudging along, a bent shovel dragging behind him, when he noticed some alien sounds behind him. Lazily, he spun around to look at Shintaro. "Hello, hello. :)" he greeted with a slow tilt of the head. "Are you following me? :) Why is that, why is that? :) Are you curious? Curious about what I was doing? :)" He lifted his shovel in both hands to look at it. "I was just visiting this wonderful elderly couple! So nice, so nice! :) They were gardening, so I helped them out! :) Don't you think that's nice? I think that's nice. :)"
     Setting his shovel down, Smiley tilted his head in the other direction. "Say, say, say. :)" he hummed before pointing at the young man's ears. "You have such strange ears! You do, you do! :)" His point drifted downwards. "And a tail! My, my, my. :) You're like a dog! How cute. :) Are you? Are you a dog? :) How lovely. :) I've always been confused by dogs because I can't see them smile, but you. I can see you smiling nice and wide. :)" He reached out to pat Shintaro's head before resuming his walk.

     "Pardon me, pardon me. :)" a voice gleefully hissed from behind you. Smiley seemed to be looming over you, a rake over his shoulder. "So sorry, so sorry! :)" he bowed his head in apology repeatedly. "I'm in a rush, you see. :) I have to get back home or I'll be late for dinner, and I'm the one cooking! :) Isn't that silly? I think it's silly. :) But I really must hurry, if you could move. :)"

Kettei just smiled and whipped around " hello! You look. ... determined " kettei grinned tapping his feet while pacing around smiley " you must tell me... how do you keep it up?? " kettei fiddled with the knife he held " obviously i don't need to know " kettei began " because I already know "