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dakota x frankie - traveling, idk a store or something
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"You'd think wires would be the first fucking thing people grabbed." a smug little laugh follows after her words, Dakota's hands nimbly dismantling an overturned vending machine. Trusty pliers are unhooked from her belt to get to work, more interested in the electrics than the scattered cans of energy drinks at her feet. "It makes me wonder, how the hell is anyone even surviving? World goes to shit, you're gonna need wires. Always." she talks to the empty space around her, knowing her words float somewhere to Frankie. "What you got over there?" Dakota perks her voice as she hears what sounds like interesting movement, something being dragged or moved away from one place to another. "If it's twinkies, burn them. I don't want to see another twinkie for as long as I live." she's to her feet then, but not without studying the perfectly cut electrics that she rolls up neatly to stuff into her pack. Her curiosity takes her to Frankie then, seeing the witch attempting to move around the office space.
"Oh, spidey senses? Let's see..." she assumes the earth witch has sensed something, immediately moving to the other side of the shelving to help shove it along. It scrapes with a grating noise against the harsh floor, enough to prick at Dakota's hearing and emit a groan of frustration to the pain. "Jeeeeesus. Hate that." she strains. "You know what? Fuck this." with that, she stops pushing, her hands grasping the other side of the shelves to send them hurtling down and everything on them. The chaos doesn't matter to Dakota, who's keen eyes spot the slight groove in the wall, a clear space cut out for a safe and she shoots Frankie a grin. "How the hell you do that every time?" it's an impressed note, Dakota gesturing proudly for Frankie to do the honors. "I've never wanted to open something this bad before and there not be money in it. Life's fucking hilarious, right?"