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"You're going to be a lonely asshole if you don't shut up and play." Because yes, she is heading back into the arena. She's getting her money's worth out of this place and she's enjoying doing something so simple and mundane for a chance.

One more match and she'll be happy to hang up the equipment and leave.

Don't be so sure that Church won't. But he gleefully heads back in to go another round. Sadly he can't exactly show York a laser tag score and call that 'learning to shoot', but hey, this proves he's not a completely useless shot, right? Right! And even if he loses, and of course he loses, because who's really gonna beat Tex at something like this, he's not actually sore about it even if he acts it.

It strikes him that this is kinda like a date. And that's pretty cool.

This is what she needed to get her mind off of the baggage that had been brought into this city. She doesn't often smile, not a genuine one anyway, but she's in good spirits as they come out of the match.

Once the equipment is put away, she pulls out her glasses to make sure she has this place marked on her map. "We'll be coming back here again."

"Damn right we will. Hell, I might even pay." Really? "Pff, nah, you can pay for as many rounds as you like, though."

It's good, though, to see her happy. It's been a while. It's been--he knows in whatever logic Delta left that he must not have ever seen her face, but at the same time it's exactly the way it should be. And she's happy. And that makes him happier. He could just kiss her.

Instead, he's going to try pulling her in for a noogie. Means the same thing, right?

He's only successful because she's busy trying to make sure she has everything set on her glasses. There's something terribly wrong about him being the one to give her a noogie. First he manages to shoot her in laser tag and now this?

"Asshole!" Retaliation is swift and comes in the form of merciless tickling that may or may not stop when the noogie does.

"No fair, no fair!" Totally fair. He didn't even know this body was ticklish! He'll get her back though. He will find any of her ticklish spots, rest assured.

"Man, you're losing your touch if I keep getting the drop on you." That's only twice, and once was when she was distracted. It's not the greatest victory streak ever. But good enough for him!

"You really want to sleep downstairs by yourself tonight, don't you?" There's only a slight edge to her voice. It's about a good as it's going to get given that the sensation from that damn noogie hasn't gone away yet.

"Next time I'm not stopping until there's a puddle."

"There's only one place I plan on sleeping, and that's the place where all the covers are. Now you wanna go for another round or you wanna quit bitching and do other shit?" On this date-not-date. Neither of them are going to use the word. But it's hanging in the periphery.

"Every time you talk, poisoning your food starts sounding better and better," she replies flatly and moves to take the laser tag equipment off. "I'll kick your ass more next time."

"Sounds like you mean that way more literally. So maybe the safest course is to shut up." Yeah, maybe, but when has that ever stopped him?

"Might save you some pain later." She'd be more surprised if it actually deterred him. Equipment put away, she's ready to get moving. "Hungry or can your fat ass handle waiting a bit longer for lunch?"

"My ass can wait longer than yours." Church, not everything has to be a competition. "Got something in mind other than girly girl clothes shopping?"

"A walk, not that you remember what one is," she replies and eyes him from head-to-toe. So, he's not that bad, but old habits die hard and she feels the need to poke fun at him every chance she gets.

He never wants these old habits to die. (He doesn't want either of them to die, but, yeah, that ship really sailed, didn't it?)

"The boots? Made for walking. And these legs could use a stretch." Stretch he does, limbs reaching and tensing for a moment before settling back into place. It's unsaid but understood that Church will go where Tex leads. Most of the time.

It's not like she's leading him into danger. Well, at least she doesn't think she is. She's wandering in the direction of D1 despite him not landing that second shot. Just don't mention it or she might veer off towards the farmland instead.

"Now that we have legs to stretch. There's a gym not far from the house that I'm going to start going to."

Nope. Not gonna mention it. Hell, he'll even act surprised. (Because it is. It's surprising.) "Gotta get all these human muscles into shape. More shape than they already have. They're pretty shapely, to be honest." ...Is he still talking about muscles...

Even if he isn't, she's going to pretend he is because seriously Church, get your mind out of the gutter. "You planning on going, too?"

"...Guess I should." Planning on it? No. Not really. On the other hand, if he's going to join the militia, it pays to keep in shape. "Not a bad idea, actually."

"Guess you'll need to save up for the membership fees." Unless future cities didn't bother with those, but so far she's noticing that for being forced here, they have to pay for just about everything.

"Yeah, yeah, get a job, pay for this, cook that, be a human person with a non-fucked up life in the middle of an apocalypse where, surprise, you and your buddies are the only hope for survival, not that anything's gonna happen with that."

Okay, that may have been a little bit bitter.

"Kinda takes some getting used to."

That's one way to respond to that. She narrows her eyes and keeps staring straight ahead. "Yeah because you're the only one of us with a fucked up life that's forced to live in this damn place. I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time you need something from me."

"...Tex, you know I was talking about both of us. Fuck, everyone here that shouldn't be, but especially us." Come on, bitch, don't be like that. He's a selfish fuck, but he can still have a little bit of empathy.

"Fine, whatever." He should know by now how good her track record is for admitting she's wrong.

"Yeah. Whatever. Are we walking or what?"

"Yes, we are." Her feet are still headed in the direction of D1, though she briefly reconsiders it. At least things haven't changed that much between them even here.

She's not sure what she's looking for when they get to D1, so she pauses whenever they approach a restaurant to peer in.

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