Day 56: Twin Pines Restaurant (late afternoon)

[lookitmemama]

Window shopping--no, that was too lofty a word to be used with this quaint town. Looking at things all day (yeah, that worked much better) was all well and good until the chilly air became less than bearable. With the sun sinking into the earth, the shadows grew across the sidewalk and made pockets of frigid air. The redhead groused with each

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[toxicspiderman]

"I always have a point." He smirked. "Worst vacation spot ever, but it sounds like you could use one." Mello was too young to sound middle-aged. Couple teenage over-sincerity with a world gone to shit and it wasn't a surprising result. It didn't matter if Mello was wrong or right about what he was up against.

Trying wasn't all that mattered either. None of that kindergarten everyone-wins New Games bullshit. But no-shows never won, and if you worked yourself into paranoid catatonia you weren't going anywhere.

Mello wanted to be convinced. S.T. could oblige.

"Either your crusade will still be there when these bastards let us go, or it won't." Or they'd flush their extra specimens down the drain, but Mello knew that was the option that they didn't talk about. Especially over a plateful of pork sausages. There was recycling and there was recycling. Mystery meat and Soylent Pink.

"Life's too short to spend it all miserable." He'd have said sober, but chemical relaxation might not be his thing. "Go be a fucking teenager for once."