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the "dollars" trilogy - man with no name

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Sure seems like there's something in the air today.

Here I thought it was springtime that got everyone like this.

But it seems like the City isn't too particular about seasons.

[ooc: Ha ha, he says, look at all of you acting goofy. But don't worry: he'll get his in a minute, when he sees

brobeforehos ♥ He's in town again, with the horse, getting some necessary supplies and such.]

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[Little ol' Mae, you mean? Yes, she's having an interesting day, to say the least, but it never occurs to her to stay indoors or not go to the Library to work, or not step outside it during her lunch break. Her own loss? Her own gain? Who is to say!

There are many places in the City which serve takeaway, and today she had a craving for French fries of all things. A serving of which she is enjoying on a bench just outside of Xanadu, where the birds of the City aren't that likely to swoop in.]

[Yup, that's who we mean exactly.

Well, how funny that a man with a horse--leading at the moment, because the streets are rather crowded in places and, well, sometimes it's just easier to walk--would pass by in that same place as this young lady might be sitting and enjoying aforementioned French fries...]

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand she notices him. Shoujo sparkles don't happen because they're all out sparkles at the store, but it might as well be like that. She stops eating for a long time, just looking up and towards the man on the horse.]

[Hey, who's th--... Oh. Oh...

Please excuse the somewhat blank, somewhat bemused look on his face. Please excuse the slow blinks. Please excuse how long he stares.

He just...can't help it. Because. She's purty.

It's been a long time since he's been in the presence of such a woman. A long time, indeed.]

[He's looking! She'll just - she sets the fry she just picked up back in its container and awkwardly moves her hand up to...wave? Is that good enough? Maybe he's not even looking in her direction, who can even tell with this sun.[

[No, he's definitely looking in her direction. In fact, he's even coming her way. Yes, absolutely walking towards her, leading the horse behind him. Definitely coming over to her. Right now.

And then...]

Hello.

[Whoa. Whoah, wow, alright then. He's talking to her and he's got the bluest eyes and those aren't normal, are they? They can't possible be.

Mae, speak.]

Howdy--you do? How do you do?

[You wouldn't think a girl with pink hair would be striking for anything besides the shock of, you know, pink hair. But this moment has proved that wrong. And wrong by miles.]

All right.

And...you?

[She's not sure what warranted all this sudden attention, but she does like it. Yes, really.] Me? Oh, I'm - you know. Lunch break.

[Well, that's clearly what she's doing, though it doesn't quite say how she is. But...it makes him smile.]

Yeah.

[He's got astonishingly white teeth for a man who wears ponchos as a fashion statement. She's a bit blinded by them, and has to shake herself back to the very slow-moving conversation.

And when all else fails, she remembers the few lessons in etiquette that did stick with her, to her mother's pride. She holds out her hand.]

French fries?

No. Thanks. But, um...

[Yeah, he's gonna.]

I wouldn't mind something else later on. If you're...so inclined.

["Something else" being, like, dinner or whatever. And he hopes she doesn't misunderstand.]

[Protip: just ask it nicely and openly, and leave no space for misinterpretation. Like right now. Where Mae is raising one eyebrow and repeating his words a bit more slowly.]

Something else?

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