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[notthatspiky-blog]

@inkinglogs

Well, now that Phoenix had an apartment of his own this time, even though it was in probably the worst location possible, sector three. It felt a little better for him. No more living underground in a weird hut and it was still kind of comfortable enough if you tried to ignore every gunshot that shows up in every five minutes. It wasn’t exactly good, but it was way better than before.

His roommates didn’t really show up often for some reason, but he didn’t really mind that at all. To be honest, he kinda understood why they wouldn’t really come back to this sector. But that wasn’t Phoenix’s objective for today. Since he got to the apartment, the fridge has been completely empty for what seemed like days, and it would be a good idea to fill it with something, anything.

He would prefer to just go to the shopping district, but liking it or not, he had to get used to this place no matter what. But he was completely lost in this weird sector, and to be honest, a bit scared.

He knew he would regret it, but he approached the first non scary person that showed up. Maybe they could help him.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, but I’m new to this place. Could you tell me where the store is?”

[burnsidebat-blog]

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        Wow, being kidnapped was oddly tiring. This had to be the most hospitable of kidnappings she’d ever had the courtesy of being part of. No rope burn? No death threats so far? Pretty freaking great. Still, the whole thing wore her out and she needed a quick pick me up before chugging through and figuring out what to do. There wasn’t her usual Burnside hangout here and she was painfully new, so she figured she’d stop the first person she saw.

        “Hey! Do you know where a girl could get a latte around here? I could really use one. And maybe one or...like eight espresso shots, to be honest.” She joked, smiling through her tiredness.

[hxgure]

recordism

                    ⊰☠⊱ — A meeting of shoulders on both sides had the deaf Tagged growing annoyed with each passing minute. Nicolas wouldn't have minded much if it was just shoulders touching, but these people-- whoever they were- were purposely bumping into him. Probably to make him move somewhere so they can have some alone time with their company, in hopes of getting a dance or some other ulterior motive.

          All they had to do was say something, instead of their shoving strategy, which only did nothing but annoy him.

                    Just as the guy decided to squirm next to him, vigorously rubbing his shoulder against his, Nicolas figured he would have to do something-- say something. This time, it was Nicolas's turn to lock shoulders with the guy clad in red. Least it didn't burn his eyes, but the color was just too much for him-- didn't help that his hair was the same color as his attire.

          Putting that aside, he faced the redhead, nudging rather roughly at the back of the guy's knee, lips curved down into a slight frown. ❝..ʜOW ʟONɢ Is THɪS ɢOɴNA Gᴏ ᴏN ғOʀ﹖❞