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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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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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