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Who: Pavi and McCoy; OPEN
Where: New York! 5th Avenue? Somewhere shop-like
When: Probably first night of Port
What: McCoy and Pavi go shopping. Yeah.
Warnings: Pavi.
McCoy wrapped his arms over his chest as he looked down the street- the 21st century street of all things- and frowned as a New Yorker bumped past him without a word. Well it was good to know some things were universal through time. He glanced back to Pavi, trying not to look as hapless about the old cars and hell, the concrete beams and thick taste of fumes in the air.
"Stop dwaddling." McCoy said, pulling out the card he had been given, something to do with money. He stared at it, flipping it over. "How many credits do these things hold?"
Where: New York! 5th Avenue? Somewhere shop-like
When: Probably first night of Port
What: McCoy and Pavi go shopping. Yeah.
Warnings: Pavi.
McCoy wrapped his arms over his chest as he looked down the street- the 21st century street of all things- and frowned as a New Yorker bumped past him without a word. Well it was good to know some things were universal through time. He glanced back to Pavi, trying not to look as hapless about the old cars and hell, the concrete beams and thick taste of fumes in the air.
"Stop dwaddling." McCoy said, pulling out the card he had been given, something to do with money. He stared at it, flipping it over. "How many credits do these things hold?"