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Date & Time: 06.18 and on;
Location: Asch's basement, outside, anywhere;
Characters: the Dan, their uncles, anybody else involved?! I am losing track. people. six degrees of separation. tag yourselves!!
Summary: as usual, anti-spam mingle log due to numerous interactions between numerous people. action, voice, text, video, post-its.
Warnings: bombs?!

They thought that trips to Alaska and getting shots would be the beginning of a relaxing break. Instead they got quarantines and bombs and people getting mad at them. Big. Sigh.

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Does the idea of weaponizing our eyes bother you any?

...Yeah. Well, supposedly it 'evolves' right? I wonder what will happen to us then? We still don't know a lot about these. For all we know, we'll become some weird monsters in the end.

[She's mostly joking kind of.]

[They're approaching the store now. The doors open with a woosh.]

Well, if you became a weird monster you'd be something like Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster.

You would be one of those giant ugly ancient birds!

[Now that they're actually at the store she presses a little closer to him.]

[He can't let go without dropping the illusion from her, though he wants to twine his arm with hers to let her be closer. But he can give her hand a squeeze of reassurance. The customers here don't even spare a glance their way.]

A bird? I'd think I'd be more like a sphinx!

Aren't those really cool? But you're lame. You're seriously like those squawking birds that never shut up.

[She says that even as she tightens her grip on his hand. It isn't fear, it really isn't. But just like when she was a child, she walks among people who aren't like her and holds her breath, waiting for the moment they realise she's different and doesn't belong.

Shaking her head of those thoughts, she pulls the list out again and starts picking out groceries again.]

...Do you want anything special for dinner? Or a special dessert?

[Since he's taking care of her today, it's the least she can do.]

If I'm a noisy bird I'd like some tasty crackers. [He helps pick out some of the groceries from the shelves, trying to ease some of the tension they felt with a joke.]

If I shoved crackers down your throat you might shut up for a bit, too.

['Crackers'? She starts getting ingredients to make wafers instead.]

Vanilla or chocolate?

You'd have to shove them down pre~tty deep for that to happen! [Swinging their hands a little, he glances over the shelves.] You can't go wrong with chocolate, y'know.

[She grabs a few tins of cocoa powder before glancing at him with a raised eyebrow.] What are you trying to say? It sounds perverted. I'm not going to do some weird fetish with you.

I wasn't suggesting anything. Maybe it's Kido's hidden and perverted imagination hard at work here.

I don't have a perverted imagination! You definitely said something perverted just now!

I didn't, I didn't! Something perverted would be something more like... hmm... oh, right! 'Kido should lather my naked body in chocolate!'

Wh-What?! You perverted bastard-

[Quick, what are her options?

She can't hit him. Holding his hand and holding a basket, so nix that.

If she kicks him, it'll knock him off balance and he'll let go.

But-

She yanks him closer and headbutts him.]

Ow-!

[Two things happen:

First, Kano is laughing. He's too busy snickering to himself to notice what she's doing. When she yanks him close he's surprised.

His guard is down. He doesn't expect the headbutt.

Which leads to the second.

Kano stumbles. It wouldn't be a problem, but he's holding her hand and he bumps into a stand and winds up falling on the ground with a yelp in the ensuing chaos!

WELL-DONE.]

[Don't let go of his hand. If she does, her cover is blown. Well, already, this is a mess. Kido gets pulled down with him which at least means a cushy landing. Arm stretched out over his head, she at least managed to save their basket from spilling everywhere but some of the display goods fell with them.

She groans and raises her head. An older man sighs about young couples and a woman asks them to behave and clean up.]

S-Sorry, yeah, we'll get that-

[Ah. Right, she can't let go of his hand. She shifts, casually elbowing him in the gut for her trouble.] Oi, take the basket from me so I can get off you.

[The floor hurts. Kano groans as his head spins, barely registering what she's saying. He gets that elbow, though, and woozily lifts his head.

Ah. Right, they're still holding hands. At least that's a good thing.]

... basket? [Even though he sounds dazed, he takes the basket as he's ordered.]

[With that done she can put her free hand on the floor and push herself up slowly. Her face burns as she has to straddle him for a moment.]

Did you hit your head? Here.

[It's an excuse so she can wrap her arm around him and pull him to sit up with her.] Are you okay to stand? Use me to help yourself.

[He lets himself be pulled up. He shakes his head, a small smile spreading on his face.] You really are hard-headed, Leader...!

And you're as dense as ever. C'mon, get up with me.

Don't flirt with me in front of everyone, Leader! That's shameless of you.

Unless you like being on the floor, don't say stupid things like that again.

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