Donut Holes & Karma's Goals

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Karma Rx, Xander Corvus Pic(s)

The morning sun cast a long, lazy shadow across the nearly empty parking lot, where the only signs of life were the flickering neon of a small donut shop and the low rumble of Xander Corvus’s motorcycle. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sugar and frying oil, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity brewing between the two figures at a corner booth. Karma Rx sat with a half-eaten donut hole, her gaze fixed on Xander, who leaned back with an air of practiced nonchalance. “You can’t just talk about enlightenment and then steal a box of glazed, Xander,” she stated, her voice a soft but firm counterpoint to his chaotic energy. He merely smirked, pushing the stolen pastries to the center of the table as if they were a sacred offering. “Call it a test of your detachment, Karma,” he retorted, his eyes glinting with a challenge that went deeper than the petty theft. She knew these games, these little provocations designed to see if her spiritual goals were as solid as the vinyl seat beneath her. For Karma, every action was a thread in the intricate tapestry of cause and effect, a principle Xander seemed to delight in tangling. He lived in the immediate, thrilling present, a place where consequences were just abstract rumors. Their philosophical standoff, set against the humble backdrop of crumbling donuts and stale coffee, felt like a battle for the very soul of the moment itself.