35. [ RL with Michael ]
[ They didn't go to one of the big cities, security was too high there these days-- at least in the good sections-- and even though their names and faces weren't known to the media, better safe than sorry. After all, if Nena got into a fistfight with someone over a sale rack, which had definitely never happened ever before ever, small-town cops were much preferred to a trained military police force, especially since they had no identification papers to speak of.
So they went to a middling-sized town in California, Nena spreading her arms wide and spinning herself around as they entered the local mall. She was wearing jeans and a plain T-shirt, thanks to alignment!nena throwing away anything remotely cute or flattering, but still managed to look happy as anything ]
God, I can't wait to get into some clothes that let me breathe!
So they went to a middling-sized town in California, Nena spreading her arms wide and spinning herself around as they entered the local mall. She was wearing jeans and a plain T-shirt, thanks to alignment!nena throwing away anything remotely cute or flattering, but still managed to look happy as anything ]
God, I can't wait to get into some clothes that let me breathe!
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Where do you wanna eat?
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Hmm, what else should I get? I'm totally starving!
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[Well, he did say that he was hungry.]
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Large strawberry milkshake, double quarter pounder with extra cheese, and large fries! Oh, and like three of those chicken wrap things. And a McFlurry.
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What?
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God, you'd think he's never seen hungry people before!
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[He turns back to see that guy from before still staring at Nena.] Keep doing that and I'll rip out your fucking eyeballs.
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[Turns away, dismissing him.] Is our food ready yet?
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We should do this more often!
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[Shooting her a sidelong look.] Yeah. Everything apart from the shopping has been fun.
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[ beats a couple teenagers to an empty table and puts her tray down, flipping them off as they glare ]
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