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[seekinghead]

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did they change the exit ramp on to kasuga street? i'll be late coming home.

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shinra, answer your phone

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i don't know where i am

haveibeenabductedbyaliens?!

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THERE ARE

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[milkboned]

[because shizuo + network device + recognition = too unlikely. As to why he's by the outskirts... idk a dinosaur ripped his sleeve and he chased it there? Or he took a walk. Oh hey what's that sound.]

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[milkboned]

Sorry I can't be more helpful. I don't know too much, either.

[That he could apologize for. He scratches under an ear, waiting for the final message. A ride. It was a long walk back... probably. Shizuo nods.]

Yeah, thanks.

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[seekinghead]

[she nods- well, her neck moves in the motion and her helmet follows along, materializing a shadow helmet- one he'd be familiar with, before she jerked her helmet back behind her, kickstand disappearing as she balanced the bike]

where to?

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[milkboned]

[He knows what to do with it; slides the helmet on and climbs onto the bike behind her.]

Left up here, then straight. It should take us to the square.

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[seekinghead]

[she gives him a moment to adjust before she's off- slower than usual, because... she doesn't know these streets, not like she knows Ikebukuro]

the square?

[never text and drive, kids.]

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[milkboned]

Center of the city. Fountain, carousel, shops... and the apartment buildings.

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[seekinghead]

[Oh. She nodded, taking that left, heading straight as he'd instructed. He must have gotten a place... was he able to do a job here like back home? She assumed so, at least- apartment buildings...

All she wanted to do was return to hers- and not run in to any more dinosaurs.

As it was- she didn't waver, pulling in to the Square with the sound of a soft neigh and looking back to him.]

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[milkboned]

[Climbing off here, he handed over the helmet.]

Just pick an empty apartment. I'd invite you to mine, but... I'd have to ask Hazuki first...

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[seekinghead]

[she took it back, the shadow helmet vanishing up her sleeve as she looked around at the apartment buildings around them]

i only have 3,000 yen on me...

[or at least, that's how much she had when she checked in her clothes- how could she get an apartment for that much... maybe if she did some jobs... wait a second.]

hazuki?

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[milkboned]

[Something like a shrug as his hands find his pockets]

I didn't have much more and I owe a lot, too... You don't have to pay right away.

[He needs a fixed job, he knows. He'd found temporary work here and there, but...]

My roommate.

[Sounds weird still, not that anyone would know from his expression, or even how he said it.]

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[seekinghead]

[Who could he owe? ... Maybe she shouldn't ask. She was curious, but. Maybe later.]

you have one?

[after the guide... she could guess why, though]

because of the ticking?

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[milkboned]

[He nods.]

Yeah. It's really damn annoying! Always there, banging against my skull, tick tick tick--

[His hands, suddenly fists, relax. Exhale.]

It's OK. She doesn't like men.

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[seekinghead]

[if she doesn't have a head, could it be banging against her skull...? Of course- she could hear, and that would be all she'd need. Something like that, she imagined, would even annoy her, let alone Shizuo, so-

Oh. Well, that's-]

it's alright. if we don't have to pay now... i can find one.

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[milkboned]

[It made sense to him, whatever made it OK.

Maybe not for Celty. Seemed like Celty was a girl.]

If it gets too annoying...

[No guests, Hazuki had said. But, Shizuo couldn't fathom anyone having a problem with Celty.]

You can stay over. Building 7, room #325.

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[seekinghead]

[She'd remember the address. As it was- she should intrude on anyone... the idea of living with someone that wasn't Shinra... how she'd lived for 20 years now... was almost frightening, to her. But then again, living alone...]

thank you, shizuo.

[her helmet moved, taking in the various buildings- maybe she should stick close, at least. 6, or 8?]

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[milkboned]

[He reads the screen, rubs a spot on the back of his neck -- then, with a short laugh, claps her shoulder once.]

Huh, don't mention it. We have to stick together, right? ...Or something cool like that.