Because friends shouldn't fight, gosh.

[kattobings]

WHO: Yuma Tsukumo [kattobings], Karkat Vantas [crab] and Ruka [dragony]
WHERE: A random Restaurant in Heropa
WHEN: May 25, mid-afternoon
WHAT: Yuma has officially decided in his infinite boredom wisdom that he is going to meddle in Karkat and Ruka’s business. That’s what good friends do, right?
WARNINGS: Yuma doesn’t really know that his powers are actually a thing that happens without Astral, so he may or may not be accidentally stabbing someone Karkat.



[ Yuma had sent the texts and had taken up hiding so inconspicuously in the restaurant with a big newspaper blocking him from view. In actuality, he wasn't very well hidden, given that his brightly colored part of his hair was sticking up over the edge of his paper camouflage. Either way, Yuma thought it was a great disguise and he was going to make sure Ruka and Karkat were going to make up after that little fight. Was it his business? Probably not, but he was bored since Astral was being stupid. What better way to spend time then make sure your friends were talking about their differences!

So there he waited…impatiently. ]

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[dragony]

[ Ruka was eighty percent sure that Yuma was only trying to meet her in order to rope her into a duel.

Between the vagueness of his message and the possibility that he didn't believe her denials (or was steadfastly ignoring them), the chance was high. That Karkat might still be undermining her presented face, despite her argument with him over the matter, with stories about her that may as well be false, for all the good they would do now, was not out of the question.

If so, she thought, the only way to dissuade him for good was to set him straight in person.

She arrived in short time; the cabs were very reliable around here, as much as she hated not having her own car. She only garnered a few glances between when she exited the car and when she opened the door to the restaurant, but that was normal. Her normal, anyway. And for now, those stares weren't tinged with fear, or distrust—curiosity, shock, and she sometimes wished that she was still dyeing her hair that mundane brown, the color more common for humans of this world and the other. A color like hers, and like Yuma's, were more at home in Neo Domino and its predecessor than they were anywhere else. It would mean fewer people stopping to stare, and fewer still noticing the patch over her left eye.

Nobody was at the table when she arrived. Of course not. That was why he specified which particular table, wasn't it? After all, he didn't know what she looked like, and there was no way anyone could mistake him for anybody else. Maybe she was over-thinking it.

With a sigh more tired than irritated, Ruka sat down in one of the bench-style seats, blind side to the wall. Yuma didn't give her a time frame, but if she was going to waste her day doing nothing, she'd prefer to in a better place than this. Ruka would give him ten minutes to show. ]