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___Hazina looked at him in amazement, had she really just bared herself, literally, to this man only to be laughed at. When she had laughed at him, that was different, she thought, because he was being entirely too much. Here it was, happening again. How could she ever hope to find even a friend, much less a companion if none of them would believe her? Quietly, she leaned a forearm on a knee and rubbed her face slowly. Oh how perfect, she was crying again, but this time it was silent and filled with agony. How could she expect him to believe or understand when she'd acted like such a psycho or a ... child.
___"Alright." She whispered hoarsely. Hazina leaned her arms on her knees as she looked over at the wolves, they had a family. The redhead brought her hand to her chest and looked at the laughing man. "Hurts." Hazina sighed. Again, her chest hurt. What a dramatic day it had been. What could she do now though?

___The young woman stood up, but instead of walking to the door, she laid down heavily upon the bed next to him, and looked into his pained and smiling face.
___"Your family? Where are from?" She smiled, trying to find some way to make peace, hoping the remains of her heartbroken tears had faded.

___Hazina turned her face away from him as he reached out to touch her head. How immature could one person be? Though she was desperately trying to make peace, he was making it difficult. She turned on her side and leaned on her arm, facing him. Gently touching his hand with hers, she sighed,
___"Please, do not." Hazina withdrew her hand and ran it across her face and into her hair, before letting it drop casually onto her hip. She was grateful he had stopped himself though. Germany, she hadn't made it through there before she took up living in India. She took a deep breath, her eyes darting around the inside of the trailer, she couldn't tell if it was getting dark outside or not. The dogs ... wolves ... had continued to watch her, but at this point she truly didn't care.

___"Africa." She whispered, letting her tongue roll over the her honeyed English. "Born ... many many years ago." Hazina shrugged and laughed a little. "But mostly ... been alive for two-ten ..." She searched for the word. "Twenty." Hazina said finally. "Twenty years." The Masai shifted, adjusting her bare chest to the uncomfortably tight suspenders. What was the point in covering up, he had seen practically everything anyway, if not on her then others.

___Moving around, Hazina knelt and began to help clean up. She knew it was partially her fault for the mess, but there was also remnants of messes past which remained on the ground or draped anywhere else.
___"I ... Searching for clothes." She sighed, "Ha-lo-we-n." She said slowly. "Dress like demon, scare demon away." Hazina rolled her eyes and smiled to herself. Now she was talking to the demon, and trying to be civil to him. It was hard, she knew he still saw her as nothing more than a child, but nothing else she could do at the moment would change his mind. As she watched him move, she acknowledged his good looks, but at the same time resented him for his mental ignorance and bravado. It cooled her temper to see him in a new light, and her sex drive. If he ever saw her differently, perhaps for the woman she really was, it would not be because she would make him see it.

___Hazina found her clothes, which had been discarded on the floor in her initial search for a costume. Undoing Dieter's pants and sliding off the suspenders, she tossed him his clothes before getting redressed in her own.
___"Sorry." She mumbled again.

___The young woman stood and tossed the remainder of the clothing at him. She knew she would see him again, she knew that his being the only available male would mess with her brain horribly. Why should she care so much about this anyway ... Even if she did develop some sort of attraction towards him there was absolutely no chance, right? Hazina looked at him, almost sadly. This man reminded her of everything she was so insecure about herself. He hadn't ogled her arm, for a reason she didn't understand, but he focused very hard on every other part of her outward appearance. She swallowed, disappointment welling up in her throat. As she cleared her mind, sadness turned to frustration and then back to anger. If she let him under her skin, to even make her cry again? How shameful! Hazina knew without a doubt that she hated this man. She hated him with every fiber of her being, and she knew that some day she would make him eat his words.

___"Anything need?" Hazina questioned, did he need her to do anything else, she wondered. Obviously though she resented him, she owed him for her outburst.