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@whimsy: I'm looking forward to it XD

@whimsy: Whaaa haven't you been here way longer than I have?

@whimsy: Vivienne cute. Vanora will always be my first love tho.

@whimsy: There are games wut?

"Oh jeez, where are my manners?"

In the flurry of activity and the worry, Ezra had forgotten to ask her for her name, and give her his. He turned towards her, a polite and charming smile on his face.

"Ezra Channing," he said. "Nice to meet you, Maddie." He faced the road again, not wanting to take his eyes off it for too long.

"Where do you usually live, when you manage to catch the shelters? Is there one you go to often, or something like that?"

@xnovax:

@whimsy: Event yay yay. Iss my first one on here XD

She hadn't been the one to strike him, it was true. And yet, Adira was guilty that he had gone through that for her sake, at the hands of a member of her family. But she chose not to respond, save for making a small noise of affirmation when he asked her whether she was her aunt.

His offer stunned her; she looked up at him to check for any signs that he may not be serious, but she found none. An assistant? Adira could cook, clean and do a lot of other things, so being an assistant if sorts for him wasn't such a bad idea. It wasn't all that different from what she did at her aunt's house anyway.

"Really?" she asked him, wanting him to be sure of his offer.

@xnovax:

Ezra had no idea how to respond to what she was saying. It was true, he knew; most people really wouldn't worry about a homeless person freezing in the rain. It made him wonder why that was. Why were people not willing to help out when they saw people struggling? Wouldn't they want someone to do the same for them when they needed it.

He began to realize how sheltered he was, right from childhood. His entire life, he'd gone to the most expensive schools, and then gone on to go to art school, where many of his peers were exactly like him: rich and well-connected. Even now, as a working man, he hadn't so much as glanced at the other side, where people struggled to find a meal to eat in a day. He felt stupid.

She stood, her face no longer covered in shadow, and he noticed her eyes; they were dichromatic, one a light blue, the other a darker shade. He placed a hand on her back, gently guiding her towards his car, opening the door for her to sit.

When they were both seated, he placed a call to Raisa, the housekeeper. The call was audible through the speaker of the car; Ezra hated touching his phone while driving.

"Yes, Master Ezra?"

"Raisa, could you have the guest room prepared, please? I'm bringing someone home with me, and they'll need to stay the night. Also, if you could arrange for some warm clothes for a lady, that would be great."

@xnovax:

"Who do you think you are, telling me to leave?!" Patricia growled, her drunken state not letting her acknowledge the fact that she boy in front of her couldn't see. Barking out a laugh, she kept stumbling through the market, moving past the plant nursery and away from sight, screaming Adira's name and other profanities as she went. Mr Tanner watched the woman as she left, and when he was satisfied with the distance between her and them, he called for Adira.

"Your aunt is gone, you can come out now."

Slowly, Adira peeked out from behind the door, and cautiously came into view. "Thank you," she said, quietly. "Did she cause too much trouble?" By way of an answer, Mr Tanner looked at Allen; Adira gasped in shock and ran over to him. There was a red mark on his face, and she instantly knew her aunt had struck him.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Allen," she apologized to him. "My aunt usually goes through the market without doing anything more than screaming out my name. Her hitting someone like this is rare." Rare, but not impossible. Her aunt was a violent drunk, and even if she usually restricted that violence to Adira, it didn't mean she didn't branch out occasionally. "And... thank you, for not giving me away. Please tell me if there's anything I can do to make it up to you."

@xnovax:

Her question made him seriously reconsider his actions; he understood how this might have looked to her. But there was something, some odd feeling in his gut that told him she needed to help her. He sighed deeply, thinking hard about how to go about this.

"Look, I know how this must sound, so at the very least, let me help you find some place to stay for the night. And if there's nowhere I can at least put you up somewhere, if you're not comfortable going to a stranger's home."

@xnovax:

Adira could hear her aunt outside the shop, her tears actually falling from her eyes after trying to hold them in for so long. She could usually escape her aunt's violence whenever she came to the market, but on days like these when her aunt specifically came looking for her, she knew she would actually get hurt if she were to be caught.

She wasn't one to particularly believe in God, but during moments like these, she always found herself praying to whatever gods that existed in the world, hoping at least one would listen.

Outside, Patricia had lost the only source of her balance, and fallen to the ground in a most unflattering manner. Enraged, she turned to the young boy.

"YOU!" she yelled, as she struggled to get back on her feet. "How dare you push me, boy!" She moved to slap him.

@xnovax:

She wasn't sure what had prompted her, or what made her think it was even a good idea; but when the man turned to leave, she spoke.

"Adira," she said, letting the man know her name. "That's my name. I just thought... maybe you could call me that instead of 'Miss'. Everyone here calls me th-" Just then, she heard a scream that made her blood run cold.

"ADIRA!'

Gasping in shock, she abruptly ran inside the store, hiding in the storeroom where Mr. Tanner was doing his accounts. On seeing her state, the old man seemed to know what was going on.

"Your aunt is drunk and looking for you again?" he asked. Adira nodded, almost in tears. The old man sighed and got up, moving to the storefront.

Outside, Adira's aunt, Patricia was stumbling through the market, screaming out Adira's name along with some rude expletives mixed in. She happened to see a young man, and with neither any warning nor respect for another person's personal space, she rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Any of you seen that good-for-nothing niece of mine?" she screamed at the crowd, to the disapproving stares of every shop owner. "Answer me!" She turned to the nursery, where the owner was tending to some herbs.

"Tanner, you keep getting her help, don't ya?" she drawled. "Did she come by here again?"

Mr. Tanner simply shrugged. "I'm sorry madam, I haven't seen her today," he said, not looking at her, but tending to his plants instead.

@xnovax:

His expression turned grim as he heard her speak. She sounded weak, her voice almost inaudible over the rain. Moreover, she sounded like someone who was far too used to things like this, to living in dire conditions. He couldn't explain it, but it felt as though a knife was being plunged into his heart and twisted around.

He stood up straight and looked at the street, and saw that his car had arrived, and was waiting for him. He stared at him for a while, before looking back at the woman. He then crouched down next to her, so he could speak to her at eye level.

"Would you be okay coming with me?" he asked her, trying to be cautious in the way he phrased his sentences. One wrong word, and he could come across as a creep, which was the last thing he wanted. If he'd had a single female friend who'd be willing to take her in, he'd have made a call and arranged for her to stay there for a night, but he had none. "I... don't like the idea of you sitting out here in the cold like this, you could freeze."

@xnovax:

@whimsy: Exactly. Also the reason why I won't sneak off to go see you.

Mood check no. 9: Someone I love told me he loves me back, so I've been happier. Might be unrelated, but I'm also getting back some of my mojo.