Whoa.
Whoa! Waterworks alert.
Kursha moved from behind the counter and swept in to intervene. He placed a hand on Lorata's shoulder.
“Good work there, Princess,” he said.
“You mind letting me see that for a minute?” He indicated the bat.
Since Lorata had no objections, Kursha took weapon from her. He raised it up to eye level, pretending to examine it. Then he made a noise of dissatisfaction in the back of his throat.
“I thought so. This thing's busted. Did you see the crack running down the side?” He lowered the bat briefly, long enough for Lorata to glimpse it but not a second longer.
“No, of course you didn't. You had a blindfold on.” Kursha grinned, ruffling her hair.
- - -
The juggalo had gotten off to a good start. Kursha kept a close eye on her as she dealt two devastating blows to the paper mache prop. A good thing too, since after her second strike, she got turned around. He managed to jump back just in time to avoid a blow to the ribs. Her bat connected with the counter with a crack.
As the orangeblood lifted the blindfold from her eyes, Kursha took the bat. It was probably better if he kept a hold of it for a bit. In response to her comment, he merely shrugged and laughed.
Clowns really were something else.
- - -
Kursha almost flinched at the sound of Regina's laugh and her subsequent response. He had made a severe misstep.
Clenching his jaw, it all his effort not to mumble a sulky reply. For a moment, he broke eye contact. As much as he wanted to bite back, that would not score him any points. And after his last two fumbles he could not afford to be petulant.
Thankfully, Regina spared him from coughing up an apology. She grabbed ahold of his jacket and pulled him towards her. Kursha forced himself to meet her gaze again, keeping his expression guarded. As she gave him instructions to meet her in back, he nodded, still sullen—at least until she continued. The jab triggered a note of irritation but also the involuntary twitch of a grin.
“Tch. All right.”Once she released him, Kursha adjusted his jacket with a shrug. He grabbed a sign from the back and placed it on the counter, notifying of his return in a few minutes. If she wanted privacy, then it was better that no one had an excuse to come looking. Then, slipping out, he followed Regina around the back of the booth. With stalls on either side, they were moderately well hidden.
He crossed his arms and looked at her expectantly.
- - -
“Hey! Eli-bug!”Kursha approached the booth at a saunter, holding what looked like two cups of coffee. With a grin, he raised one up high so that Elidae could see and waved.
“I figured you might be getting a little bored by now,” he called, as he continued towards her.
There was a pause as he crossed the remaining distance to the booth. When he arrived he set one drink down on the counter.
“I thought I'd come by spice things up a bit. Also picked up some hot chocolate. Want some?” He offered a
cup to her. It bore the logo of the
Nightly Grind.
“So...” Stepping back, he leaned against the counter, crossing his feet behind him.
“Anything wild happen while I was away?”- - -
Aside from Regina and the occasional familiar face, Kursha paid very little attention to the trolls that visited Elidae's booth. So when a young greenblood came up and asked for his prize, Kursha hardly looked at him. As he went to retrieve a lollipop however, the greenblood piped up again.
Quirking an eyebrow, he placed the sucker on the counter.
“You just did.” Nevertheless, he stood waiting patiently and when the greenblood leaned in and cupped his mouth, he stooped down to hear. His face turned from bored to stunned in less than a second. That made the
second time someone had made that assumption. Did it really look like that? Straightening, he glanced back over at Elidae hand over his mouth, as he considered. After a moment a moment, he looked back down at the greenblood. He grinned.
“Sorry, only one question a night and you already asked yours. Come back next sweep!” Then, cheerfully, he passed him his winnings.
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