sweater weather [C]

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michi lurked on the shadows of a palm tree, close enough to the scene to understand some mouthed responses, darting a strong daring gaze towards the ranger who would eventually start tracking them down, for they were the achiever of the felony investigated. they clutched on the four stolen pokeballs on their jean’s pocket, such an remarkable achievement for an even greater performance. they wouldn’t deny if questioned about the night they just had with the previous owner of the robbed pokemons. when they realized the ranger had finally finished taking the statement of the victim, whom was long gone, michi marched towards them. head down as they pretended to shuffle through their phone whilst headphones muffled every other sound but their rapid breathing, the ‘oh, i’m so sorry i didn’t see you there’ arc never failed.[break]"oh!" they may have exceeded the pace, but would never break character as skilled hands held the stranger’s waist steady to keep them from falling. "are you okay??" they took one plug off of their ear as the other palm rested for a longer period of time on the ranger’s side before breaking contact. "i’m so so sorry. i wasn’t paying attention to where i was going." their voice thickened with each syllable and lids lowered themselves giving the jumb scared was seconds ago. they’d only breaking into a relieved smile when hearing the other’s forgiveness, depending on how well they’d take it in.

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their devious smile scintillated and longed for a while as their reddish orbs scanned the others face. they pretended not to have heard the brown-haired up until their reaction of utterly astonishment was set. “you- i’m so very sorry… officer. i never meant to disturb you.” they gestured with their hands. “no, no. no help needed.” they turned, motioning to leave. but with a surprisingly change of heart, they shift to eye the other again. a grin was imprinted on themselves like a tattoo, its design nearly close to perfection. “uh, sorry but… do you maybe have time to chat after you’re done investigating? i feel bad for bumping into you like this.” they gestured too much, spotting the poochyena with the corner of their eyes and gazing back to the other. “let me make it up to you.” they would await a response, if positive they’d quickly dart their made up name and an invitation “taylor.” they’d extend a hand in courtesy. “what about lunch? i can wait for you to finish.”

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