Paranoia (Mmura and Greed)

Greed sat in a bench, blowing smoke from her gentle, petal pink lips. Her golden eyes, closed and half closed. Her outfit was a simple tanktop with stringy straps, a white in color trimmed in black. Her pants were their usual leather, fitting tghtly to her form beneath the multitude of buckles and belts. Her earrings glowed in the soft sunset and she closed her eyes, absorbing the warmth. It was a boring day, with nothing of interest, noone of interest. She was bored senseless. Kira was sleeping and after the club-incident she couldn't go drinking for a while. She flipped a coin for fun, the only thing she had at the moment. With a disgruntled sigh, she let her arms laze along the length of the bench as her headleaned back, allowing her the unscrutinized view of the colorful sky. She stared hard at it, studying the features well.

Murazar had his hands in his pockets, at the moment for once he was travelling without his pistol or knife. He still had his dirt bag in his pockets and some money hidden in a secret pants pocket on the small of his back. He was in a more peaceful mood than normally, which for him was a bad thing. Peace wasn't something he was used to, he was more used to constantly fighting. Today not alot of people were up and about, either that or it was a day to stay in. Something, regardless he figured he might as well spice his day up. He saw a young lady on a bench relaxing while smoking, he hated the smoke from smokers so that was just a slight problem.

He wrinkled his nose for a moment as the ugly smell wafted over his way, he put his face back to its normal self and walked over to her and asked politely and calmly, "You wouldn't mind if I sat next to you would you?" He didn't completely intend to flirt with her, but if it was going to get anymore boring he would just to watch and listen to her reactions.