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Characters: Mitch and Veronica
Setting: Abandoned hospital
Format: Any!
Summary: He owes someone some clothes
Warnings: Nope, no warnings here.

So yeah, after so many mistakes and screw ups along the way, he had finally reached the end, in his arms was the fruit of his labor. His Adam and Eve. A blue suit, meant for a young lady. All, that was missing was a gas mask. Or some form of a mask. He was still looking it over when his trusted agent entered.

"Ah, right on time."

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He nodded his head and gave them a light toss in her direction as he stood up. Was it really that amazing to get a set of clothes? Well, around here it probably was. Most people only had a set of two or three clothes if they were lucky to his knowledge. So for her to get something g else to wear, it was probably an overwhelming event. One filled with joy and wonderment...or maybe not. Whatever, so long as she doesn't destroy it in one go.

Everyone only gets one. "Go ahead and be a belieber."

She catches them with relative ease and looks the garments over. Surprisingly, they looked pretty good for clothes made by some dude that sits in his room all the time. And it was actually a happy event. You never really did get new clothes in this place, baring the jacket she just got that belonged to her sister.

"I h-have no idea w-what that means," nor did she particularly want to. "But... t-thanks. Didn't t-think you'd a-actually do it."

Well obviously she needed to add some blue to her wardrobe. Maybe a bit of black and white to add to it? Or perhaps some nice, light blue? The possibilities are endless! If this was back home then she would be given clothes whenever she did something useful. But this wasnt home, so new clothes are hard to come by if you can't make them.

"No, I didn't. But I did." He was now eagerly awaiting the tribute for the gift. "Donations are acceptable."

"Donations?"

She frowned for a moment, gaze jumping around the room in search for an answer.

"...Oh, y-you mean the bombs of course."

"No, that was a joke, hahaha." The laugh sounded mechanical, not mockingly so, though.

"There's a time and place to talk business. Just like there is a time and place for an Illuminati cocktail."

"And o-once again, I h-have n-no idea what s-something like an "Illuminati cocktail" is." Honestly, the more she talked to him, the less she came to understand. If this really was all some sort of defense it was very good.

"Still, t-thanks. Don't r-really have a-anything to give in return though."

"Two fingers of sixty-four year old Highland scotch. Two cubes of Antarctic ice cubes and a drop of counteragent." That is the Illuminati cocktail and it is amazing. If they ever get the chance he will make one.

"Make sure it fits first."

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"Sounds l-like a p-powerful drink." She stated offhandedly, still looking at the clothes. "If w-we f-found t-the ingredients, maybe we could m-make some."

Of course, they probably wouldn't be able to. Whatever. "I'll t-try it on l-later." Nowhere near him of course.

"Perhaps, perhaps." Though from what he could tell, they have absolutely nothing that can to actual, drinkable alcohol. Again that was just a guess, but the bar is pretty much empty aside from the rare occasions that a drink is there, in which case he really thinks that they shouldn't drink it.

...Then again he did try some suspicious looking shrooms once....

"Oh, I promise I won't peek, if that's what you were hoping."

A blush crept on to her face, something she really didn't want to show at the moment. She shook her head. "D-don't be ridiculous. Not l-like there's a-anything t-to look at anyway."

Unless he was into scars and stitches, but whatever. "T-the last t-thing I w-want is someone w-watching me."

Aw, how adorable, he made her blush! Lets milk this further until it was time to go, shall we? Or at least that was his plan now. "I bet you say that to every guy and gal that you talk to."

Such things no longer bother him if he's perfectly honest. Though it wasn't exactly a kink that he's into.

That doesn't make sense to her, but it still makes her blush a little more. "S-shut up. I'll h-have y-you know no one asks s-stuff like that where I'm f-from."

"And yet you keep talking about it." It's a back and forth type of thing right now. Both confusing and silly at the same time, with a dash of confused nonsense.

"B-because y-you're bringing I-it up!" It's always a back and forth thing. And these things always seem to end with Veronica incredibly confused.

"You keep talking about it." Simple as that, in fact he actually added a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders for emphasis. As if it was all her fault.

"And like I said, I'm not that kind of man."

She lets out a sound that would bring to mind a strangled goose, but other than that stays silent.

She's not talking about it now, is she? Though, her mind briefly wonders just what kind of man this guy actually is.

"Just because you're not talking doesn't mean your mind isn't." Lets give the illusion as to whether or not he can read mines as well. Yes, no, maybe so? In his own words, tl;dr.

Also, if she asks then he will happily exclaim that he is just an average guy. A normal face in the crowd that you wouldn't be able to pick out.

"S-s-shut up!" She shouts at him now, her face quite red at this point. "I w-wasn't thinking it! You c-can't r-read my m-mind."

A head tilt now, was it that necessary to get so loud? "Oh but you were. Now you seem to be both...embarrassed, flustered and angry?"

That was a guess, though from what he could tell, it was a good one.

"Because you... and y-you're...."

She just... doesn't know anymore. He's confusing and irritating.

"Just... j-just stop, okay? Y-you're driving m-me insane."

"Don't worry Alice. We're a little mad here." Though some more than others, he thought to himself rily.

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