Day 42, Afternoon: Kitchin' Fixins'
[From here.]
After coming to an agreement it wasn't long before they set back out to search for some kind of 'supply store'. Of course, Sync would've scoffed if he had heard Dahlia's thoughts. Him? With a weapon? Anyone who knew the God-General well enough would know better than to think about something so absurd. No, this little trip was for Dahllia's sake; after all, he'd have to make sure this airhead doll lasted for at least a few more nights. This meant arming her in some way so she wouldn't end up dying and wasting his time. He hoped she wouldn't be too concerned about getting blood on her clothes.
And so, after a bit of searching, they finally came across a kitchen supply store. Sync gave the outside one look over, and after nodding slightly he walked over and reached for the door, holding it open for the redhead.
"After you," He said, ignoring the pain in his cheeks from smiling too much.
After coming to an agreement it wasn't long before they set back out to search for some kind of 'supply store'. Of course, Sync would've scoffed if he had heard Dahlia's thoughts. Him? With a weapon? Anyone who knew the God-General well enough would know better than to think about something so absurd. No, this little trip was for Dahllia's sake; after all, he'd have to make sure this airhead doll lasted for at least a few more nights. This meant arming her in some way so she wouldn't end up dying and wasting his time. He hoped she wouldn't be too concerned about getting blood on her clothes.
And so, after a bit of searching, they finally came across a kitchen supply store. Sync gave the outside one look over, and after nodding slightly he walked over and reached for the door, holding it open for the redhead.
"After you," He said, ignoring the pain in his cheeks from smiling too much.