002 || dream; action

[cruciverbal]

There's a hazy sort of half-light that filters in through the palm trees lined against the road - twilight, or perhaps dawn. The sky overhead is darker, unobstructed, but not quite clear; the pervasive smog in this city makes it difficult to call any day (or night, for that matter) truly clearB walks for another few steps, then stops, looks up at

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[whiskeykillshot]

Oh joy. Gloomier and gloomier... did nobody in this damn dream world have any kind of good dreams for once? Rubi never was a sunshine and lollipops sort of person, but the whole undead/gothic nonsense was starting to get repetitive. The fact she kept stubbing her toes on lower standing tombstones didn't do much to help her temper.
Noting both B as well as the mystery boy several meters ahead, she halted. "Great place to have a babysitting job." Malone drawled under her breath, staring the two down with an unreadable expression.

[whiskeykillshot]

Rrrrgh. Getting riled up by some stranger and a kid said something about her temper. "I always sound this way." Rubi retorted, savagely snapping a long stalk of grass from the earth and shredding it with a single-minded intensity.

[cruciverbal]

The boy watches closely as she shreds the grass. "Are you always upset?" It's a genuinely curious question, not malicious.

[whiskeykillshot]

Rubi's fingertips twitched somewhat at the innocuous question while she reeled in her bad temper before she did something rash. "Upset, drunk, bored as hell..." The grass was tossed off to one side while she started in on a new one. "S'all the same thing in the end. Are you always this nosy?"

[cruciverbal]

B answers for both of them: "Sometimes."

[whiskeykillshot]

She winced. That whole 'unimiiiiiiiiiiiiiind~' thing was getting really, really, ridiculously creepy. "....okay."

[cruciverbal]

The boy speaks up next: "We're trained that way. It's not our fault."