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It had been a little less than a week since Trix had met Sal in the little Cafe. She was back on hospital duty, specifically in rooms near the NICU. There wasn't much for her to do there, so she had eventually wandered into the room outside of it, where there was a large window to watch all the babies. She had been there for at least an hour and a half, curled up against the window and watching them roll and turn. Her wings were out, so worried fathers passed by her, pacing, unknowing that a reaper stood mere feet away. Family members rushed in and then out. Families laughed together. Cried together. Got in fights, made up, all sorts of things. And she simply watched. At the moment, it was empty in the ward. Finally quiet. She rested a hand gently against the glass, looking through it intently.

Sal hadn't put too much thought into whether he'd see that reaper again. It hadn't been that long, and yes he'd had a nagging thought about her most of the day. Mostly curiosity. He was walking up and down halls in the hospital. It took him a while but he eventually spiraled his way to the NICU. His wings were dragging on the walls on either side of him, he liked the sound. But he pulled them back and tucked them as he spied a familiar girl, curled up leaning on the window of the nursery. He came up behind her and looked over her shoulder for a moment, watching them too. He tilted his head. "I take it you like babies?" He said in that bland but French tone of his, not looking down at her.

She yelped at the sound of his voice, startling her so badly, in fact, that she jumped back into him, landing on her ass at his feet. "Sometimes; yes. From afar, usually. Mainly when they aren't crying, whining, stinking, or making me want to rip my brain out. The connection isn't mutual, anyway. Something about condemning people for a living deters young humans from liking you." She said sarcastically, not bothering to get up as she gave him a glare. "Oh, and, I do prefer to be greeted by a hello."

He pretty much just watched as she fell straight onto her ass, keeping an even expression as she looked up at him and complained. "I like them, and they tend to like me but I don't think it has anything to do with what you do for a living." He said simply, following up her comment with. "Hello takes too much effort." He said with the slightest hint of a smile. He held a hand down for her to help her up. "My apologies."

"Ah, well, good for you, isn't it?" She snapped angrily, already quite pissy to be snapped out of her depressive mood so suddenly. "Yes; well, maybe its just me and my absolute foulness." She said sarcastically. "Oh, I would absolutely hate for you to put in the effort so that I dont end up on the floor, on my ass, at your feet, your royalty. Don't expend any effort on me." She huffed, her tone calming slightly as she replied to him. She took his hand, pulling herself up and dusting herself off. She was in dark blue ripped jeans and black sneakers, the same baseball jacket she had been in when they first met, with her hair down. "Screw you." She said, mainly in a playful manner, as she looked over her shoulder to make sure there wasn't dust all over the back of her.

He looked so confused at her sudden mood swing, it felt like a moment he should look away but at the moment he was kind of glued to making eyecontact. He glanced at her jacket, a mild look of acknowledgement. He remembered it quite vividly. "Screw you too." He said evenly. He gently turned her, brushing off anything that stuck to her lower back. Then he noticed how close they were standing.

She let him turn her around, pleasantly surprised as he dusted her off. "Oh- I- Thank you." She huffed, turning back around to look up at him and also noticing just how close they were standing. Trix didn't seem to mind and stood right where she was. "So; are you ready to admit you've been following me now? Because these are pretty suspicious circumstances." She teased, smiling at him.

He looked down at her, putting his hands in his pants pockets. "Under these circumstances I have no evidence that I have not. So I am going to plead the fifth." He said teasingly. "I was doing rounds up there but why not pass by the baby unit. And don't worry I left you plenty of jerks to damn."

"Aha! The fifth wont cover you for long." She teased. "Ah, good. I can't have you and your angelic-ness ruining my condemnation rate." She said sarcastically, brushing past him as she turned to look back out the window. "I like to think it's a worthy stop, to come by and look at them." She shrugged.