OPEN SEASON.

[crawly]

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[shooteverything]

[ heine doesn't see her coming, and neither does magato, so the sudden spray of fire extinguishing fluid is enough to break them up.

and now he realizes that getting into a fight in a crowded area was a bad idea, so, shaking foam out of his hair, he makes to slip away in the confusion. he only glances back to see if she's following or not. ]

[allures]

[she tosses the now empty extinguisher to the side, off towards magato in an attempt to scare him off. effy only follows out of one reason: curiosity.

once they are safely away from whatever creep decided to follow heine here -- she does one last glance behind her to make sure -- she decides to question him.

sort of.]

What the fuck?

[shooteverything]

[ magato, being magato, tries a wave, but they're already gone, and he has his own escape to make.

heine holds a hand to the side of his face to feel where there's a mark growing hot in its process of becoming a bruise, coughing and sniffing a little to try and do something about his bleeding nose. whatever calmness he'd managed to gather outside the club has turned into a jittery energy, and he snaps a reply — ] We have to go.

[ which isn't... actually an answer, but he's walking quickly, going to who-knows-where, even as he talks. ] Fuck. I didn't think...

[ he shakes his head, clearing away whatever he'd been thinking about saying. ] ...where the hell did you get that thing from?

[ he means the fire extinguisher, which is a better thing to talk about than the rest of the situation. he still has foam on him, too. ]

[allures]

[effy shoots him a glare for his sharp reply, clearly displeased. the music is dying down, maybe the club is closing early because of the "problems" that had arisen.]

Maintenance.

[the whole situation is laughable, in a way. two angry -- well, one angry. the other one seemed a little too chipper -- white haired boy with foam sticking to his hair and skin and clothes. she chuckles, looking him over.]

Got any idea when you'll tell me what's happened?

[shooteverything]

[ he looks down at his shirt, mouth turning into an aggravated frown. at least most of the foam comes off when he brushes at it. ]

...once we're out of the area.

[ he kind of feels like he owes her that much, at least, for breaking up the fight with a fire extinguisher. they're nearing a city park, which is still open despite the late hour, and sparsely populated by hobos and people walking off a few too many drinks. ]

[allures]

[effy doesn't make another sound until they reach the park.]

So?

[she hasn't taken her eyes off of him, not once.]

What is it?

[shooteverything]

[ at this point he's pretty sure she's high on something, which would explain a lot. he'd be more sure if it were bright enough for him to see better. but it doesn't exactly matter, after what just happened. ]

He's just this... asshole. I know someone he knows, and he thinks we're together. Or something.

[ god, his nose hurts. hopefully it isn't broken. he stares at the back of his hand, thinking, and then tacks on like an afterthought: ] I broke his shoulder last year.

[allures]

[she's staring to sober up, sort of, as much as she can.]

And now he's back for you?

[an eye for an eye is what she's thinking. she really wouldn't put it past the guy -- he looked fucking crazy.]

Weird.

[shooteverything]

I guess.

[ he also had really shitty hair, but heine can't really talk. heine shrugs, sharply, and rubs the heels of his palms over his eyes. ]

I don't know. This fucking sucks.

[ his shoulders slump, but his expression stays just as angry and annoyed. he wants to go somewhere, do something that'll let this nervous energy off. ] That's two times I got punched in the face today.

[allures]

What was the first one for?

[her head tilts, curiosity peeking,]

Being a dick?

[shooteverything]

...no.

[ he's not thinking about it, he's just mildly offended, even though he can see where the guess is coming from. ] I had a job.

[ which he doesn't really want to elaborate on, especially to a mostly-stranger. but he's tired, and mostly he just wants to take a nap, which he probably can't do right now. ]

[allures]

[effy shakes her head, rolling her eyes. she pulls out a lighter -- which she found on her second escapade around the club -- and her pack of cigarettes.]

Idiot.

[shooteverything]

[ hey, that's a mean thing to say... but also true. ] What do you mean?

[ he eyes her cigarette with some desire, but ends up just looking away again. he doesn't exactly make it a habit to hang out with people. ] 's not like I did it on purpose.

[allures]

If it was a job, you did it on purpose.

[she holds out her cigarette. a hint of smudged pink lipgloss can be seen on the end of it under the park lights.]

What was it?

[shooteverything]

[ he gives it a longer look before waving it off. it's not germs that bother him, but possible contact and contact by proxy. kind of like cooties. ]

Stuff.

[ not sketchy at all. ] I messed up. Shouldn't have gotten that close.

[allures]

[she quirks a brow, but doesn't take it personally and withdrawals her hand.]

Wow. Interesting.

[with a shrug of her shoulder, she rolls her eyes.]

You alright?

[shooteverything]

[ he really isn't supposed to be talking about this stuff. it's not strictly speaking a legal job, after all, and he's already regretting pretty much everything about this night. ]

Except for this fucking foam.

[ it's still all over his hair, and some stuck to his clothes. gross. ]