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hurricane: naw im good
hurricane: i just been thinking
hurricane: i might do some memories
hurricane: if u wanna be around for it

[There's a pause for a while. Then,]

Nemesis!: sure
Nemesis!: if yo want

[Another brief pause]

Nemesis!: where you think

hurricane: idk
hurricane: not the hotel i guess?

Nemesis!: hidout .. .?
Nemesis!: other places cold or sombody mite come
Nemesis!: i mean not that big a deal ig but just saying

hurricane: hdout sounds good to me
hurricane: u eat yet?

Nemesis!: working on it
Nemesis!: want i bring sth

hurricane: nah i got it
hurricane: what u feelin?

Nemesis!: whatever
Nemesis!:
Nemesis!: you really think it's gonna be anythig good

hurricane: i dunno
hurricane: maybe?
hurricane: probly not

["hurricane is typing" shows off and on for a while.]

hurricane: but liek
hurricane i talked to soemone lately
hurricane: and shes got a whole lot of her memories
hurricane: and when i asked why she said it was cause they were her most important thing
hurricane: and shed hate to lose em

[Another long break where nothing comes through.]

hurricane: i aint whoever i used to be
hurricane: pretty sure sure i aint even who i was when we showed up here
hurricane: but whoever i used to be
hurricane: hed have hated to lose them, right?
hurricane: so i figure
hurricane: maybe i owe him enough to try taking a couple every now and then

["Nemesis! is typing..." flicks on and off for a long stretch after that.

Eventually:]

Nemesis!: ill b ther e in ten

hurricane: k
hurricane: c u soon

[There's no response, but she is indeed there in ten minutes, sneaking in the window, face carefully blank. Casually she leaves a bottle of something a tawny brown on the table before making herself at home]

[He's there not long after, hair kind of windblown from the motorcycle.]

...hey.

Hey. Uh, you ready? Or you wanna, uh, do something first...?

[probably not as casual as hoped, but it happens]

I dunno.

I got some stuff from the conbini for lunch?

...maybe better to keep that for after, though, huh.

[At least if every memory sucks, there will be something delicious,]

Sure, whichever. If you'd rather save that for dessert, then no problem.

[Fidgets]

Not trying to rush you or nothing, either.

Nah, it's cool. It's probly easier to get through em and get it done, right?

[He digs his phone out and fidgets with it - makes a selection.]

Okay. You ready...?

Here goes.

[Leans against the wall, thumbs hooked into her pockets--leans in enough to see what broadcasts on the phone]

Let's see what we got.

[He hesitates - puts in for three, before he can think better of it, and presses play.]

[They come all in a row, one after another.]

[When they're done, he takes a breath - presses a hand to his head and leans against the wall.]

...jesus. Talk about mood whiplash.

Seems like it. The ratio of shit to badass could use some work, too.

[flat comment notwithstanding, she seems careful; looks him over]

How you doing?

Not... too bad?

Could be worse. No real surprises, anyways.

Yeah? ...Yeah, guess not.

[Fidgets a bit, uncertain]

Anything you wanna talk about...?

I mean. There anything you wanna talk about? I'm the one who got front row seats already.

[Hesitates]

...You think... I mean, that was Tokyo Disney...right?

Yeah. Pretty sure, anyways.

That was It's a Small World, for sure.

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