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[week three - friday]
[ The general store is quiet today.
Perhaps for obvious reasons, with three people dead and a corpse soup nearby the hotel. But it suits Xion's purposes just fine. She's in here browsing the shelves with a small bag in her hands, picking at what looks mostly like snack foods. Maybe some fruit, if it's here.
For the first time today, she doesn't have Nui's parasol on her person. She's just got walking stick and her very sad dog, who seems to be all the emoting she suddenly seems incapable of. He's slinking along after her, sometimes whining, his hears pressed flat to his head. Xion ignores him.
She only shifts her focus when someone else walks into the store to join her. She'll stare at him with a perfectly blank face. ]
Shinnosuke.
Perhaps for obvious reasons, with three people dead and a corpse soup nearby the hotel. But it suits Xion's purposes just fine. She's in here browsing the shelves with a small bag in her hands, picking at what looks mostly like snack foods. Maybe some fruit, if it's here.
For the first time today, she doesn't have Nui's parasol on her person. She's just got walking stick and her very sad dog, who seems to be all the emoting she suddenly seems incapable of. He's slinking along after her, sometimes whining, his hears pressed flat to his head. Xion ignores him.
She only shifts her focus when someone else walks into the store to join her. She'll stare at him with a perfectly blank face. ]
Shinnosuke.
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[Well then.
He frowns for a moment, before he smiles frivolously, waves, and then exits.]