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[favorsthebrave]

WHO: Luck Gandor (favorsthebrave) and Clover (fourleafwords)
WHERE: The MAC's vending area.
WHEN: Wednesday morning-ish.
WARNINGS: None so far?
SUMMARY: Luck is still failing at modern technology. In his defense, canned drinks didn't even show up until about 1934...

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[fourleafwords]

Why Clover was even up at this hour was a mystery for the ages. It wasn't like she had any pressing engagements or a job she had to be punctual for. So Wednesday morning had Clover awake and far too alert, venturing out of the apartment she shared with Snake, and doing nothing particularly productive downstairs.

Well, unless 'getting things stuck in a vending machine' counted as being productive. If our lucky protagonist were to find himself in the alcove with the majority of vending machines, the sight that would greet him would be a strange one: Clover, having purchased a bottle of water and promptly having it get stuck inside the machine, was on her knees in front of the Coke machine, one hand braced on the ground and the other arm practically swallowed up by the machine itself, her baggy coat sleeve rolled up to the shoulder.

So intent on the puzzle that was dislodging whatever had caught her prize (and not getting stuck in the process), she didn't pay much attention to her surroundings. The earmuffs probably didn't help.

[favorsthebrave]

Luck stops short, shaken out of his preoccupation by the sight of Clover struggling with the machine. It was such an unexpected sight - not to mention how short her skirt looked from this angle - that for a brief interval he simply could not come up with a reaction.

Then again, he couldn't just stand there and stare at her, either. "What in the world are you doing?" he asked eventually, after an awkward little clearing of his throat. Ahem.

[fourleafwords]

Her attention darts his way like that of a startled puppy, but surprise melts into recognition quickly. Hey, it's that Luck guy.

"Oh, uhm," she replied with her usual eloquence, slowly snaking her arm out of the machine. Free, her coat sleeve quickly swallowed up the bare skin of her arm, almost snake-like. She rapped the back of her hand against the bright red backdrop of the machine. "I bought something, but it got stuck."

But that irritation blinked out in an instant when Clover looked back his way, and in a movement that probably should have flipped that skirt (but, somehow, didn't), Clover sprang to her feet.

"Hey, you're pretty strong right?"

[favorsthebrave]

"...I wonder," was Luck's murmured answer, sounding mostly like he was talking to himself. He eyed the machine warily, then began taking off his coat, moving towards where Clover had been kneeling. "These machines seem suspect to begin with. Why would you want to buy anything from them in the first place?"