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[notinyourhand]

[Corona Civica House. Mello is getting settled -- awfully fucking nice of this city to at least provide a place to sleep. He is sitting around, working on a stack of chocolate bars, and seemingly lost in thought. Interruptions at this point, however, would be quite welcome.]

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[smokinstripes]

Comfy already? [maybe a little amused. a little]

[notinyourhand]

You again? Are you getting more social, or is the second level exempt from your distaste for going out?

[smokinstripes]

I have to admit, not having to physically leave my room to cure some boredom is always a plus.

[notinyourhand]

Damn. So you wouldn't actually know of any good places to go out to around here.

[smokinstripes]

Man, I'm not that much of a recluse. I tend to eat and stuff, you know.

[notinyourhand]

Oh? No delivery joints in your neighborhood?

[smokinstripes]

I can walk once in a while.

[notinyourhand]

Care to back those words up?

[smokinstripes]

Depends. Do I have any incentive to?

[notinyourhand]

How about I don't kick your ass?

[smokinstripes]

Well, you certainly know how to motivate a guy. Anything particular in mind?

[notinyourhand]

I want to scope this place out. So hell, let's paint the town red. The grittier the district, the better.

Which reminds me -- I'm going to need a weapon.