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She's having more trouble in the women's department. Much of what she's going for are practical - t-shirts and jeans are a good stand-by as are a few button-up shirts. All things lace and glitter are avoided like they carry a deadly virus that will turn her into a glitchy zombie (and who's to say anything here won't do that anyway?).

It's difficult to keep her mind from straying from this mindless task. It feels wrong to be wandering around like a damn civilian when she should be doing... something, anything that might get them closer to figuring out what the fuck is going on in this city.

But it's about time something went well for her. It's almost like a vacation despite the baggage from the last 48 hours looming overhead. And there's still the matter of the housemate that she has yet to inform Church of, but even he's not in the way if it took over a day for them to cross paths. Shit will hit the fan once the other agents discover the Director's around and maybe that's an issue she should handle after Christmas, if he doesn't press it sooner.

In the here and now, she's got an armful of clothing and a few dreaded bras to try on in the fitting room.

He doesn't know how much is too much or not enough, and, well, it just has to last, right, until the weather warms? This is going to be so hit-and-miss, being human for one and being 'normal' and 'domestic' for two.

...Of course now he's curious how Tex is making out. Since obviously she's not gonna go for anything really hot and slinky, or anything sparkly or colorful, or anything...Sister-like. (That last one's probably a little bit of a blessing, really.) Don't mind if you come out and he's lurking around, Tex.

He will be waiting a long while because she's not coming out until she's finished trying out the pile she started with. The more she tries on, the more she gets a feel for what she's looking for. Maybe she only needs a few t-shirts and can opt for something different for once...

She's narrowed down her initial pile and has found plenty of pants and some kind of bra size that'll work. She doesn't notice him until after she's put back what didn't make the cut.

"What?"

Well, he didn't see her around, and didn't know which dressing room she was in, wandered around, tried on a few more things, came wandering back--it's a process trying to figure out how to act.

"Nothing." He's almost as surprised as she is. "I was just...waiting on you, mostly. I mean. I dunno what the fuck I'm doing but I've got some stuff? We're gonna laugh about this after, right? I definitely need this to be one of those look back and laugh about situations."

What the hell is wrong with him? She's confused now and eyes him to make sure he hasn't tripped and fallen or something. "Laugh about what? We're just grabbing clothes."

Speaking of clothes, she hands over the pile she plans on getting so far. "I need to check out a few more things and get a few pairs of shoes."

"How about we pretend what came out of my mouth didn't actually. I'm having a weird moment. ...Okay, it's a long moment. I'm having a weird long moment." But he'll take on her clothes gladly. It's something else to distract? "I think it's just things catching up, and I'm gonna shut my god damn trap."

Do you know how weird things can get when you're stuck somewhere alone for 14 months? It's really through the virtue of Wash finding him and dragging him along with the others that he's even still been able to be properly social and fall back into the old routines. If Bifrons had decided to take him away from that lonely little base instead, things might be different. Add 'trying to be a civilian' to the zombie-blizzard-pocalypse, and yeah. Things are catching up when he has some quiet time to himself.

But he's gonna take a breath and let that long moment pass and be Tex's pack mule. "Hey, you better not get too much shit or you're gonna be popping my back into place. No piling the closet full of shoes." And by shoes he means combat boots. Those are even heavier.

She'll get as many combat boots and tennis shoes as she wants, thank you. Just be grateful they aren't heels with sharp points to step on your feet with.

She's not really sure how to take his 'long moment,' but it seems to be over, thankfully. Clothes shopping is painful enough without him making it weird. "We'll be home soon with lots of alcohol and the promise of steak later. Your back will be fine."

Whether he wants to sit and wait or not, she's back out on the store floor to grab more tops and find shoes that fit.

Heels with sharp points would be lighter! "And then maybe you can model some lingerie for me," he adds after her with a waggle of his eyebrows. Okay, some plain bras don't really count as 'lingerie', but they're what she's got, and she'd be hot in next to nothing. Almost as hot as being in nothing at all.

She snorts. "That's not happening unless you're going to pay me for it." Because that's not something she's spending her money on. Besides, the 'lingerie' in this store is pitiful.

His pile grows larger as she moves through the store and it'll take her a moment to figure out her shoe size again.

"Hey, that could always be arranged..." Her freelancing mercenary ways probably die hard, too. ...Wait. "So long as you don't do it for anyone else."

Did he really think she would do that? Well, if the idea is already there... She pretends to think about it, then smirks. "No promises."

"Wha--hey! No, no, that is a thing for just me. The two of us. And nobody else gets to take your bras off, okay? Nobody gets to share your ass. I will tattoo 'property of Church' on there if I have to." Look at his silly puppy grin. Yeah, as if she would ever be his property and as if he could ever stop her from doing anything at all.

She would hit him for that tattoo comment if it weren't so farfetched. Like that would ever happen.

"Keep talking like that and I might have to go do it on principle. I wonder which one would be easier for York to take off," she teases. Not that she's ever thought about her best friend like that, but she knows what buttons to press to rile Church up.

"Robocop better not have any thoughts about you like that or I'm gonna have to hurt him. I don't know how, but it'll happen!"

"That's a fight I'd pay to see." He's really doing a bad job of discouraging this.

"What, no, come on, you just want to see him pound me into the ground, which, y'know, you kind of already saw. Nobody gets to beat me that hard but you."

"I guess." She's found the shoes she needs and yeup, they're going on top of the pile. "I'll have to test that out later."

Oh come on, he needs those arms, okay! "How about we compromise here. How about you don't test that out, and I'll figure out how to carry all this shit and the food and the booze. And show off my big strong manly muscles."

"If you can keep your muscles working beyond that then yeah, I'll compromise." She is paying for everything after all and this trip will make a dent in her funds.

Please, like she can't make that back easily enough, especially if her partnership with York keeps on being lucrative. That's a thing he won't complain about with York. "Are we done here, because, y'know, bags will make this a hell of a lot easier. Unless you got some girly dresses you need to twirl around in first."

"Yeah, yeah we can go. I need a drink after listening to you all day." Or a few. She'd see how she felt once they got home. She leads the way to the register and manages to hold back a cringe when they're told the total. Yeah, she's going to need another job pretty quick.

"Oh bitch whine moan complain, you know you love it." Well. Love him. Not actually love the listening to him being an asshole all day. But that's kind of not a phrase they say to each other.

Bags are much easier to carry. On the other hand, he wishes Caboose were around to carry everything, that guy was such a god damn tank for being the gentlest being he'd ever met.

"I'd love it more if you carried everything quietly." That last word being key."Better keep up, it's a few blocks to other store." The location of this store may or may not have been intentionally farther away than needed. She's not telling.

"Make me." Oh that's bad but he won't take it back. Such a smartass grin on his face. Don't worry, his super strong muscled man arms can take the strain. (He's going to hate every single cell of his stupid fucking human body tomorrow, but that's tomorrow.)

She's well aware that what she's about to do will not make him be quiet and she's waiting a beat to make sure there's not much of an audience. Subtly, she lets him walk a couple steps in front of her so it's much easier for her to attempt to jump onto him, piggy-back style. He thought the bags were bad, let's see how he feels about this.

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