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Date & Time: July 25th, eveningish?
Location: Equius' home, then about the town
Characters: Equius and Raven!
Summary: Raven takes Equius out for a walk.
Warnings: None so far! Blue people bein' blue?

[She's still not 100% certain she understands how trolls are supposed to work, but at least she has some idea of their relationships, now. After her little chat with Sollux, she's sure that she'll be able to hold something against the other troll if it becomes necessary.

She's grown rather fond of Equius in their time together in the prehistoric. They'd spoken relatively little, but she saw him as, in some ways, a younger version of her friend Hank. Not quite as geeky, maybe, but still quite awkward.

Once she's at his door, she lifts her hand to knock -- and hopes that Sollux isn't the one who answers the door.]

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I suppose so...

[Yes but now he feels weird.]

...well, I'm done with my shopping.

[Radical subject change? Yes please.]

Oh, one moment, I need to get milk. [Quickly putting his other items into his sylladex, he heads off to the dairy section before he makes any more of a fool of himself infront of her. Goodness gracious.]

Sounds good.

[She heads to the till while he's -- uh, putting his items in his sylladex. Is that stealing? She's just -- not going to ask.]

[STEALING!? Silly Raven! Equius would never steal! He most certainly could try, but he would never! He's not some hooligan!]

[It's not long before he's back with no milk in hand. He's not at all bothered anymore though, even if he still kind of felt embarrassed. Goodness. Why was he embarrassed? He's being completely silly. Raven if just some... human, mutant thing, not at all as prestigious as a troll. He has no need to be so befuddled around her.]

[So with a glance and a hitched breath, he takes out everything from his sylladex that he had picked up to buy and moves to pay as well.]

I still can't get over how convenient that thing is.

[She holds up the bags of groceries she's got. It isn't all that heavy, but it's still not as lightweight as his sylladex must be.]

Yes, it is extremely convenient. I am still perplexed by how all of your kind does not own a sylladex and fetch modus as well. It seems silly not to develop technology like that.

[He pauses, looking at her bags before moving a hand up to nervously curl some of his hair.]

I can take those for you? I will, I command you to give them to me to carry for you.

I think we're still a little too focused on the 'kill everyone else' thing, honestly.

[She raises an eyebrow, though, and passes them over without much fuss.]

No argument for me on that.

Kill everyone else thing?

-- yeah, I mean. The last big technological advance was nuclear weapons, and we just narrowly escaped everyone trying to blow each other up.

That makes your race and planet seem all very... unorganized and childish.

That's not completely inaccurate.

How execrable. [A snarl, adjusting his shoulders a little, making sure everything in his sylladex is in order before they start out of the store and back onto the side walk.]

[She shrugs.]

All worlds have their problems, you know.

Yes, I suppose they do.

[Even his own... unfortunately. Though he doesn't like to admit it.]

I mean, at least they were starting to get over the prejudice thing.

Towards other people, at least.

[Not towards mutants, as it turned out.]

Oh, that doesn't seem like such a problem. [Prejudice? He's used to that, of course.]

Trust me, it's a problem.

[He wants to argue, but looking at her makes him stop.]

...Why... is it a problem? [Some people are just inherently better, right?]

Because you can't just try to blow up mutants because you're afraid of them.

[Yeah, this is kind of a sensitive issue.]

Afraid?

Yeah, of people like me. They don't understand that we're not that different from them.

[And maybe if they are, they're just -- better.]

All right... that relationship I don't quite understand. But destroying something just because you fear it seems silly.

That's the default human reaction to things you fear.

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