Test Subject | Zelda & Quinton
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Quinton had just placed his duffle bag in one of the corners when Zelda arrived. “Hey, I’m alr–” he cut himself off, or rather, the sight of Zelda’s outfit cut him off. “…Really?” he asked, his face lacking all amusement. “You’re milking this for all it’s worth. I just know it. Your clothes say as much.” He blew out a sigh at her and then looked down at his own attire, and then back up to her with a lazy smirk. “Oh please, you haven’t been out of the world of the rich for that long,” Quinton insisted with a roll of his eyes. “And you know I don’t really have a reason to price drop with you anyway.” Giving a small shrug, he said, “Okay, so… what exactly are we supposed to do to test…whatever this is out?”
“Of course I am. This is the one time in my life that I’ll be able to do something like this,” Zelda said, opening up her notebook to the first blank page, before rolling her eyes at him. While she hadn’t been out of the game that long, part of her had always felt she had never truly been in it to begin with. “But I think that first we need to figure out your baselines. Like how fast you can run, how much you can lift, how high you can jump, those sorts of things.”















