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She squinted before going back to her bedroom and closing the door. She stretched out on the mattress. The events of the day quickly caught up...
The girl glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"
She tilted her head before going into her room and grabbing her blanket off her bed. She returned to him, draping it over him gently.
He followed her, looking around nervously. As they approached, the girl knocked back another shot, not even blinking.
She came out a little while later, her black hair dripping with water.
The bar was beginning to bustle with activity and Ferris entered, his eyes searching warily. It wasn't hard to find her. One girl stood at the...
She nodded, heading into the bathroom.
(Zoop!) They walked around for the rest of the day, hitting points of the city. Ferris kept the mood light, but he kept checking over his...
She finished cleaning the dishes and stretched. “I’m going to go shower. Unless you were planning to?”
“Not for long,” he amended. “We’ll find the necklace soon.
She waved him off, drying one of the bowls. "No worries." She paused before laughing a little. "It's going to be such a good sleep tonight."
"Well, you can't trust anyone, I suppose," he said lightly, sticking one hand in his pocket and reaching over and taking her sunglasses and...
She huffed before returning to the sink, cleaning the pot that she used for the soup.
"Yeah, but the mayor's a dick."
She looked over at him before standing up, taking her empty bowl. "You done?"
"How do you figure?"
She nodded appreciatively, leaning back. "Thank you."
He snorted, rolling his eyes. "Do you think all people with pink hair are delinquents?"
She rolled her eyes. "You're not supposed to tell me that. You're supposed to say that you've had millions of soups and this is the best one...
He closed the door behind her, looking around. "Okay. What next? If I had pink hair, where would I be?"
