Trixie took it and took a large sip, shaking her head to clear the disgusting taste. "Yeah, thanks." She said sarcastically. She gave him a small smile as he walked over. "Just can't stay away, hm?" She teased, giving a small gasp as he got doused with sudsy water. "What the fuck?" She hissed, standing and giving the worker a death glare. She flinched as he shook water off on her, giving him a disbelieving glare. Refusing to be abandoned AND treated like she was the problem, she walked after him. "Hey, pick your battles, dude. I didn't do a damn thing." She muttered, her fiesty side popping out again. "Now, do you need help getting a dry towel and shirt?" She asked softly, trying to be helpful.

you've got a rather bipolar woman there)

Matt shook the rest of the water out of hid damp hair, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked back up, his gaze turning as the girl spoke. "i never said you did anything, i just preferred to take it out on you" he shrugged, the blunt truth coming out. As rude as he was, at least he was one to straight up tell the truth. Most of the time. He let the girl follow him as he crossed the road, walking slowly across the large green lawn, moving out the way of a couple horses with their riders, before stopping just by the fountain. "and i'll be fine, thank you. you should probably go and find a house to make yours, before it gets late at least." he muttered, gesturing toward the rows of small, medium and rather large houses across from the fountain. "the ones with the large red stickers are vacant" he added, not bothering to add anymore to his explanation. "oh and there's some sort of party..thing tonight if you wanna go. not with me of course, just thought i'd tell you." He shook the damp water off his hair again, jangling sets of keys in his pocket to wait for a response.

Yeah- she just kinda... turned out that way))

Trixie narrowed her eyes at him. "Gee, thanks. How sweet of you." She said sarcastically, crossing her arms. Watching the horses with interest as they passed, lightly hopping up on the edge of the fountain to sit there. She raised her eyebrows as he spoke. "Wow, trying to get rid of me so fast? I don't think so." She teased, looking off at the rows upon rows of houses. She gave him a slightly surprised look at his invitation. "Well... do you think I should go?" She asked hesitantly, trying to mask it with some sort of false confidence.

"Yes, I was trying to get rid of you. It's clearly not as easy as I thought" Matt huffed, stopping his sentence halfway to fold his tongue round the tricky english. He spoke English well, that was not a problem. But, the Italian accent was so heavy at times that he struggled to form even the simplest of sentences-and he hated it. As she finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows, watching her with a confident gaze, through his fringe. "do what you want. you'll have to find someone to let you in of course, its high prestige. that wont be hard, just say hi and they'll latch onto you, they all latch on to the pretty faces round here" he sighed, giving a shrug as he spoke. He originally had no interest on inviting her to go with him, but her demeanour and sort of, atmosphere seemed to be growing on him. Slightly.

"No, it's not." Trixie smiled, tilting her head slightly at his pause and listening to his accent intently. She liked it- the way he spoke, even when the accent got a bit heavy. She narrowed her eyes at him and leaned back, stretching slightly as she listened to him. "Thanks for the half compliment. But, you're saying you wouldn't help me get into this party? How rude." She said jokingly. "But you also didn't help my decision whatsoever."

"Good. I in no way think you're smart enough to find your own way around, but is that my problem? No" Matt said, the playful smile dancing on his lips again. He wiped his forehead of a couple suds that had managed to hide behind his hair well enough to stay, and flicked them off the ends of his fingers, leaning against the fountain beside the girl, staring into the distance at the large "Memories" building with a frown. Seeing as the girl had no idea where she was, she didnt seem to really question why it had that name. Still, that wasnt his problem. He looked down at his hand for a few seconds more, fiddling with the encrusted keys, before looking back up at her. "I'll tell you what, if you finally tell me your name, i'll help you into the party" he said, hardly able to believe his own words.

"Right, that's me. The brunette with ditzy blonde syndrome. But thanks for letting me know how helpful you would be." Trixie said sarcastically. She gently swiped some soap off the back of his head, shaking her hand off and looking over her shoulder at the building. She blinked at his offer and smiled at him. "Alright, since you offered so nicely. My name is Trixie." She said lightly, holding her hand out to him for a sarcastic handshake.

Matt let out a small, throaty laugh as she spoke, standing himself up from the fountain abruptly. "You might aswell be blonde, by this point" He shrugged stuffing his keys back in his pocket. "Trixie? I'm pretty sure I had a bulldog with that name" he narrowed his eyes teasingly, ooking down at her outstretched hand. He shook her hand, his grip rather firm as he did so, though he pulled away quite quickly, turning his gaze back to hers. "Anyway. Seeing as I can't get rid of you very easily, would you want to come with me? I'll..show you around or whatever" he offered, yet again unable to believe he was actually being so hospitable.

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im talking ab blondes like im not genuinely dying my hair blonde in about an hour)

Trixie scoffed. "Great, thanks." She said sarcastically. "Did you really just compare me to a dog?" She asked, mocking an insulted tone. She shook his hand in turn, her grip rather firm as well. She tilted her head at his offer, then smiled at him. "I would love to." She grinned. "Thanks."

Matt nodded, gesturing weakly for her to follow as he headed off the large lawn, watching his step so he didnt crush the crystals on the ground, resembling floodlights. As he managed to reach the pavement, he turned to look at Trixie with a smile. "I did compare you to a dog yeah. I find myself rather funny" he said, giving a slight shrug as he crossed the road. Soon enough they reached a rather expensive looking black car, everything that was possible to be tinted..was tinted. It was on the side of a luxury brand, though it didnt actually have a name. None of the cars here did. "Get in" he said bluntly, gesturing toward the passenger door. He didnt care much for his tone-at least he was working to be somewhat nice.