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She's going to let the 'we' slide because if she were to be honest, she's expecting him to tag along. It makes things more interesting, anyway.

"I can sit on my ass just fine if the movie's good enough." Which means it needs to have explosions and good fight scenes and who knows what they have here. "You think you can handle something like rock climbing without hurting yourself?"

"I can climb fucking rocks, Tex. I lived in a canyon! There were rocks. And ledges. And shit like that. So long as there aren't any teamkilling fucktards around to shoot me with tanks, I should be good."

"You lived in the canyon, you didn't climb the canyon. You walked up paths to get higher up." She's seen the canyon, she knows for a fact no climbing was involved.

"Okay, maybe shooting isn't exactly my thing, but that doesn't mean I'm physically useless."

Although, who knows? Robot bodies have got to be stronger than human bodies.

"Isn't there something on the network or like...shit you can look up about 'shit to do when you're stuck in this dome'? Google that stuff." Fucking brochures, he's telling you, man.

"Are you volunteering to look shit up?" Because originally, she was planning to just wander around until something caught her eye.

"Find somewhere we can do paintball or laser tag and I'll pay. Maybe you'll be able to hit fake targets."

"...'kay."

Let him just scarf down food (who has manners, not fucking robo space marines) so he can go grab his glasses and somehow not fuck shit up with them. He's learning. It's a learning curve. An experience.

And when he finds something, he is throwing his hands in the air. "Laser tag, motherfucker! I am going to--" Wait. "...get my ass so kicked by the badass Freelancer chick."

That took him a while to realize. She smirks and leans back in her chair as she leisurely finishes her breakfast. "Would you rather get your ass kicked with paint or lasers?"

"Lasers don't leave bruises after. Plus, it's the future. Pretty sure everything is lasers. Hey, maybe we'll be on the same team against a couple of losers who don't know shit about tactics and shooting." What, like Church? "And we can sweep the floor with them." Maybe he'll shoot better when actual bullets aren't involved? Hey, he can't make the excuse of 'the sun was in my eyes'.

"What do you know about tactics?" She's calling your bluff. "You and your team had trouble putting on their armor in the morning and figuring out which way to hold your guns."

"Nah, that was just Caboose. Can't speak for the Reds, though." Buncha assholes. But assholes he knew. "Okay, so, laser tag. Anything else you wanna run around doing?"

He swears he isn't a lost puppy. Honest.

"I need to get more clothes and we're going to need to stock the kitchen soon." The more she thought about the errands and activities they might be doing today, the more she was struck with how goddamn normal they all sounded. What happened to being a super soldier?

She shakes her head slightly and gets up to clear her plate. For all the trouble this place is, she's alive at least. Maybe she'll get used to the life here eventually.

"So laser tag and then shopping. ...As long as we don't need headlight fluid..." Man, whatever happened to the pink guy? "I need better shit to wear. So guess we're gonna do that weird couple thing where we try shit on and pretend to compliment each other. Noooo, your ass absolutely doesn't look fat in those pants!"

"So you want me to lie to you?" She leaves her plate in the sink and glances over at him with a small smile. "Wouldn't be the first time. Where did you get your clothes, anyway? Because they look like crap."

"A couple from York, a couple that's crap because guess who doesn't start out with a whole lot of cash to spend before snowpocalypse hits? This guy right here. So yeah, kinda need better rags. And if I'm cooking for you, then I need to pick us out something great." By great he means easy. Easy but tasty. "So clothes and food. And fuck, if we're gonna shop, we might as well get a little crazy with the money we earned." Wait... "The money you mostly earned and some that I earned."

"I want steak for dinner." The way she says that makes it sound very nonnegotiable. Steak is something she's been craving since she realized they could eat and taste food. Might not be the best night to have it if he's cooking, but surely he won't mess up steak, right?

"I already gave you the little bit you earned on that job. What are you planning on getting, designer clothes?"

Yeaaaah, who could possibly light a steak on fire? Not Church. Nope. "Steak it is." He knows the nonnegotiable Tex voice when he hears it. He is not always a smart man, but sometimes he gets it right.

"I don't mean just clothes, I mean...y'know, we can window shop while we're out there and get whatever shit we want."

"Fine, but I'm not spending all my money in one day. I don't know when the next job will be." Hopefully soon. York seemed to be well-connected in the city and knew he would throw work her way.

"Give me a few minutes to get ready." With that she's heading up the stairs to get dressed in the only normal outfit she has so far.

Military style readiness, none of that girl saying she'll be right down and an hour later she's all dressed up. And smart. No, he wasn't going to spend all their money, thanks, but she'll be sure to put him on a short leash. ~~Wonder if that'll ever be literal.~~

In fact, he's excited now. It's kind of...normal. Which should be boring, but it's completely different, which is fucking awesome. It's not alone in a base. It's not a box canyon with assholes (his assholes, but assholes) and dumbass plans. It's not the fucking Meta and Wash and fucking other Freelancers. It's not the future, it's not the past, it's not bombs, it's just here, where they are, together.

Playing laser tag and going shopping. Making breakfast and sleeping together.

If this is what the god damn apocalypse is like, he has no problems with it so far. It can stay like this for all he cares.

Most of the bullshit she's dealt with all had to do with previous baggage. The place itself, despite the screwing with the human body they gave her and the surveillance everywhere, almost felt like a vacation. A vacation that includes at least one person she could do without, but if things were perfect, she'd be sure it's a dream.

It isn't long before they're out the door. She has her glasses stashed in a pocket somewhere and her usual amount of concealed weapons in case someone or something decides to cause them trouble. It's weird enough going without her armor and she's grateful York ensured she doesn't have to go without a weapon, too.

"Which district is the laser tag place?"

"Here, actually. Too classy for two--sounds like farmland and cowboy truckers or whatever. Not classy enough for one, because rich-ass bastards." Don't worry, little lady, he'll lead the way. The power of maps + glasses. "I am not gonna get us lost. If I get us lost, you are totally allowed to hit me, but only a little bit, and above the belt."

Sure, it's still cold out, and there's still snow, but it's not hellscape, and it beats walking across the city or seeing what public transport is operational. His legs might start to kill him once today is over. It's been a long time since he's had actual muscle to deal with.

That's a pleasant surprise. Not only is he handling the navigation, but this place can't be too far from their house if it's in the same district. "I don't pull punches. You get us lost and I'm not making any promises that you won't feel it tomorrow."

She's getting a good feel for their neighborhood and she studies the buildings and landmarks as they go past. "When we go shopping, we need to pick up some beer and tequila for later."

He's being the MAN, okay? That's not a thing he will say out loud. ...Right now. Maybe later when he's looking to spark one of their usual bitchy little catfights, but hey, it's also kind of nice to not have that kind of banter all the time. Even when he knows it's not always meant.

"Okay, but I'm serious, above the belt! You leave my balls alone or you're relying on your own damn hands for a week."

Hm, alcohol. Good call. "Ah, all the necessary ingredients to stock in a kitchen. We can have a real damn party then."

"You didn't complain the last time I hit you below the belt." The remark is casual and she keeps her gaze forward. And no, it's not his balls she's talking about.

"You can play bartender later, just don't expect any tips."

"If I start flipping and spinning bottles around and setting drinks on fire in spectacular, fucking awesome fashion, do I get tips then? I take cash, credit, and sex." He leans in, and she can definitely feel the sly grin radiating off of him. Aren't you glad Tucker isn't here?

"I'll think about it, but if you break even one bottle trying to pull that shit it's coming out of your pay." She matches that grin with a smirk of her own and is quick to try to flick him on the nose. Don't you know not to get too close to half-shark women?

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