Jan X113
"I look ridiculous."
Noir grumbled as he adjusted his beanie, trying to shove an escaping lock of pink hair back inside. Together with his ensemble of sunglasses, a hoodie, and basketball shorts he looked so utterlynormal*. It made him feel disgusted. Itchy. Besides, these clothes weren't heat resistant like leather. They would melt the second they got into a fight. Maybe someone wanted to see that, but he preferred protection.
"Someone will recognize me. It's inevitable. So why don't we just get it over with?" he continued to grouse.
They stood right on the border of Orange, with the desired UBI vendy stationed inside. Noir refused to enter Purple. He wasn't about to go on a suicide mission for a bit of cred.
"I look ridiculous."
Noir grumbled as he adjusted his beanie, trying to shove an escaping lock of pink hair back inside. Together with his ensemble of sunglasses, a hoodie, and basketball shorts he looked so utterlynormal*. It made him feel disgusted. Itchy. Besides, these clothes weren't heat resistant like leather. They would melt the second they got into a fight. Maybe someone wanted to see that, but he preferred protection.
"Someone will recognize me. It's inevitable. So why don't we just get it over with?" he continued to grouse.
They stood right on the border of Orange, with the desired UBI vendy stationed inside. Noir refused to enter Purple. He wasn't about to go on a suicide mission for a bit of cred.
"You look fine, stop complaining," Dwight grumbled back, adjusting the lapels on his orange jacket, "you'll stand out less if you look like you're happy to be here. Oranges always go on about how their district's the best thing since sliced bread."
Dwight didn't look much happier than Noir himself; of course Oranges--and Purples--both thought they had it all figured out. It wasn't their district that they had used as battlefield back then, nor was it their district whose Vendies had all been whisked away into the other districts, and whose denizens had to go sneak off to even access their UBI's.
Fuckers.
Still, Dwight kept those thoughts to himself, instead digging into his pockets to take out an old hairtie and offered it to his boss. An old relic from when he had longer hair. "If anything, they'll know better than to try to kick your ass."
He turned to Vel for reassurance. "But we look fine, right?"
Dwight didn't look much happier than Noir himself; of course Oranges--and Purples--both thought they had it all figured out. It wasn't their district that they had used as battlefield back then, nor was it their district whose Vendies had all been whisked away into the other districts, and whose denizens had to go sneak off to even access their UBI's.
Fuckers.
Still, Dwight kept those thoughts to himself, instead digging into his pockets to take out an old hairtie and offered it to his boss. An old relic from when he had longer hair. "If anything, they'll know better than to try to kick your ass."
He turned to Vel for reassurance. "But we look fine, right?"
It took a moment for Vel to look up from her phone, as she was kind of ignoring them. Noir had fidgeted with his look since he'd changed, and Dwight had been exasperated the whole time, and she was just trying to be the most normal of the trio--as normal as the three of them could look together. They weren't really indicative of a trio that would naturally gravitate together, unless this was two gay, bickering dads with their adopted-but-over-it adult daughter.
She wasn't going to even bother arguing with Dwight about the whole 'Oranges' thing, even if she knew they were right, and their District was the best. She missed it, all the time. The air was just fresher here, even with the plants dormant for the winter.
"You look fine." Vel herself wasn't overdoing it, having thrown on a brown puffercoat with an orange and cream stripe across it, and an orange beanie with a cute little cream pompom. The rest of her was basic, just jeans and brown boots that went up to her knee to keep the slush off of her. Her little mittens folded back so her fingers were free to tap at her phone.
"Can you two, like, talk or argue about normal stuff? The weather or a stream or something?" She shook her head at them, stepping over the line to start leading them to the Vendy they needed. While she hadn't lived in Orange for quite some time, the Square visited often enough to buy things to be very familiar with the direction they needed to go.
She wasn't going to even bother arguing with Dwight about the whole 'Oranges' thing, even if she knew they were right, and their District was the best. She missed it, all the time. The air was just fresher here, even with the plants dormant for the winter.
"You look fine." Vel herself wasn't overdoing it, having thrown on a brown puffercoat with an orange and cream stripe across it, and an orange beanie with a cute little cream pompom. The rest of her was basic, just jeans and brown boots that went up to her knee to keep the slush off of her. Her little mittens folded back so her fingers were free to tap at her phone.
"Can you two, like, talk or argue about normal stuff? The weather or a stream or something?" She shook her head at them, stepping over the line to start leading them to the Vendy they needed. While she hadn't lived in Orange for quite some time, the Square visited often enough to buy things to be very familiar with the direction they needed to go.
"Fine? You call this fine?" Noir protested, jabbing a claw toward the drab beanie on his head. He rolled his eyes, then accepted the hair tie with a wan smile. That was right. They should know better than to start shit with him. Leaning back, he gathered up his long hair, tied it into a bun at the top of his head, then shoved the beanie back on with a huff.
As for Orange being the best district, Noir didn't have a strong opinion on it. He didn't spend much time there, even in his younger days. Grey was his home now, and that's why it was the best ever.
And, Vel was right. If they kept arguing like this they were going to stick out like a sore thumb. So, Noir decided to change the subject.
"You know that I watched a DJ Meow Meow stream the other day and that fakey high pitched voice is so cringe," Noir said as they started to walk into the Orange district, just to throw something out there to argue about.
As for Orange being the best district, Noir didn't have a strong opinion on it. He didn't spend much time there, even in his younger days. Grey was his home now, and that's why it was the best ever.
And, Vel was right. If they kept arguing like this they were going to stick out like a sore thumb. So, Noir decided to change the subject.
"You know that I watched a DJ Meow Meow stream the other day and that fakey high pitched voice is so cringe," Noir said as they started to walk into the Orange district, just to throw something out there to argue about.
"If you don't want to wear it, at least keep the hood on," Dwight replied to Noir with a shrug as he gave him the hair tie.
He shot back a wan smile, before turning to look a bit relieved at Vel's assurance. He felt like he belonged in Orange as much as a fish belonged on a tree, and looked the part. He began following along, nodding.
Yeah, they could argue about something normal.
Dwight's mustache twitched at Noir's comment, trying not to take the comment abouthis the fake voice personally. Okay, yeah, he could do this.
"Maybe he's trying to remain anonymous," he replied casually, "it's the name I have a problem with. Why Meow Meow? That's so dumb. "
He shot back a wan smile, before turning to look a bit relieved at Vel's assurance. He felt like he belonged in Orange as much as a fish belonged on a tree, and looked the part. He began following along, nodding.
Yeah, they could argue about something normal.
Dwight's mustache twitched at Noir's comment, trying not to take the comment about
"Maybe he's trying to remain anonymous," he replied casually, "it's the name I have a problem with. Why Meow Meow? That's so dumb. "
Vel kept them moving down the street, treading old familiar ground. Orange, wisely, didn't keep Vendies too close to the border with the Research District, but they'd find the right kind soon enough. And she enjoyed a walk. Like wearing out reactive sporting dogs, she was hoping the two men behind her would put their energy into the activity and mellow out.
"Didn't he have, like, a different name before?" Vel asked, encouraging the conversation. "Anyway, the voice is cute. Goes with his whole big-headed cartoony look."
She skirted around a little bot that looked like a cross between a ladybug and a scrubbrush as it took care of a patch of ice on the sidewalk with a chirpy "Thanks for your service" sent its way. If only they crossed over into RD without some Bandito scooping them up for bot fights or whatever. Poor little guys.
"Do you think Meow Meow is gonna make merch sometime soon? He'd make a cute plushie."
"Didn't he have, like, a different name before?" Vel asked, encouraging the conversation. "Anyway, the voice is cute. Goes with his whole big-headed cartoony look."
She skirted around a little bot that looked like a cross between a ladybug and a scrubbrush as it took care of a patch of ice on the sidewalk with a chirpy "Thanks for your service" sent its way. If only they crossed over into RD without some Bandito scooping them up for bot fights or whatever. Poor little guys.
"Do you think Meow Meow is gonna make merch sometime soon? He'd make a cute plushie."
"No shit, Dwight. Who would want to own up to being that morifying?" Noir retorted, shoving his hands in the hoodie front pocket as they walked. The heat radiating from his body made it nice and toasty in there. Which was good- the cold made his knuckles hurt. Or maybe he was getting arthritis. Damn, he didn't want to think about that.
"Hm- actually, I think you're right, Vel. Wasn't Meow Meow what chat calls him?" Noir asked, feeling like a fake fan all of a sudden. What the hell was his name when he first appeared on the scene?
Noir sidestepped the little robot, then continued on his journey. He found himself looking over his shoulder. You know, in case they were being followed. Frowning, he looked back to Vel and Dwight. He didn't have much to comment on about the merch except that he'd by some and keep it in his office in secret.
"Hm- actually, I think you're right, Vel. Wasn't Meow Meow what chat calls him?" Noir asked, feeling like a fake fan all of a sudden. What the hell was his name when he first appeared on the scene?
Noir sidestepped the little robot, then continued on his journey. He found himself looking over his shoulder. You know, in case they were being followed. Frowning, he looked back to Vel and Dwight. He didn't have much to comment on about the merch except that he'd by some and keep it in his office in secret.
Thank you Vel, Dwight thought. The voice is part of the aesthetic.
He dug his hands in his own pockets, accidentally mirroring Noir, but it was to hide his hands as they clenched and unclenched. Relax, he doesn't know it's you, dumbass.
"Hmm," he mused quietly. He'd probably still say the same if he knew. No, he'd definitely say worse. "I think so. Imagine picking a name for yourself and then it's the chat's nickname that sticks."
Haha, ouch.
Dwight followed the other two along, only slowing down a bit to squint down at the bot. It was due for some maintenance soon, he figured. Then he took for a light jog to catch up to them again.
Meow Meow merch could be nice. Maybe. If he gets the street cred for it, and the creds to commission someone for a design.
"I don't think he's big enough for merch yet," Dwight replied, " isn't he kind of a niche guy?"
A Meow Meow plush would be nice, though.
He dug his hands in his own pockets, accidentally mirroring Noir, but it was to hide his hands as they clenched and unclenched. Relax, he doesn't know it's you, dumbass.
"Hmm," he mused quietly. He'd probably still say the same if he knew. No, he'd definitely say worse. "I think so. Imagine picking a name for yourself and then it's the chat's nickname that sticks."
Haha, ouch.
Dwight followed the other two along, only slowing down a bit to squint down at the bot. It was due for some maintenance soon, he figured. Then he took for a light jog to catch up to them again.
Meow Meow merch could be nice. Maybe. If he gets the street cred for it, and the creds to commission someone for a design.
"I don't think he's big enough for merch yet," Dwight replied, " isn't he kind of a niche guy?"
A Meow Meow plush would be nice, though.
"Oh, it was, like, a pun, right? Catastrophe?" Velina said abruptly, nearly cutting into what Dwight was saying about Meow Meow being niche. "How long ago was that?"
She tapped her phone again, making sure they were going in the right direction. "I guess he's a bit niche, but, like, that doesn't change that I want a plushie. Or a plush backpack. It's hard to get something for him to sign, you know?"
She took a side street, cutting through an alley. "Do either of you want like a hot chocolate or something? There's a vendy on the way that has a winter special theme going on. The marshmallows are, like, different shapes and colors."
She tapped her phone again, making sure they were going in the right direction. "I guess he's a bit niche, but, like, that doesn't change that I want a plushie. Or a plush backpack. It's hard to get something for him to sign, you know?"
She took a side street, cutting through an alley. "Do either of you want like a hot chocolate or something? There's a vendy on the way that has a winter special theme going on. The marshmallows are, like, different shapes and colors."
Noir fell silent, for once, as they discussed the potential DJ Meow Meow merch. He didn't think the musician was *that* niche. His shows were usually packed, and had a pretty hefty viewership on stream last time he checked. He'd even tossed an anonymous dono his way the last time he was watching. Not that Noir would ever admit to that.
"Seriously?" Noir said, frowning. A special hot cocoa vendy with funny marshmallows. That threw how little RD really had in sharp relief. He swallowed down a hateful feeling, then nodded.
"Sure. Might as well, since we're here," he agreed.
"Seriously?" Noir said, frowning. A special hot cocoa vendy with funny marshmallows. That threw how little RD really had in sharp relief. He swallowed down a hateful feeling, then nodded.
"Sure. Might as well, since we're here," he agreed.
"Yeah, it's a pun," Dwight agreed. He thought it was a good pun, actually, but Meow Meow did roll off the tongue better, admittedly. It was also easier to make sticker designs for.
At Vel's assertion that she wanted a plushie, Dwight looked away, under the pretense of making sure they weren't being followed. He ran a hand over his mouth distractedly, to hide the wide grin that threaten to crack his mask.
Maybe he wasn't as niche as he'd assumed.
"Mm? Sure," Dwight tried not to lag behind. Sure, he could rage against the inequality between districts, but a hot chocolate from time to time wouldn't hurt.
It was still enraging, or course, but he could do both.
"I don't think I've gone to the fancy Vendies in ages."
At Vel's assertion that she wanted a plushie, Dwight looked away, under the pretense of making sure they weren't being followed. He ran a hand over his mouth distractedly, to hide the wide grin that threaten to crack his mask.
Maybe he wasn't as niche as he'd assumed.
"Mm? Sure," Dwight tried not to lag behind. Sure, he could rage against the inequality between districts, but a hot chocolate from time to time wouldn't hurt.
It was still enraging, or course, but he could do both.
"I don't think I've gone to the fancy Vendies in ages."
"I like coming out here for spices and stuff. I'll probably swing by the one that has that, like, mushroom powder?" Vel, who travelled between districts however she wanted and whenever she wanted by virtue of not being weighed down by 'Dito status or horrendous debt, was a little too comfortable with all the excellent Vendies being in Purple and Orange,
She stopped in front of one and chirped a "hello!" before pulling up the menu. She knew what she wanted, but it still took a moment for her to customize her drink--white hot chocolate with vanilla and peppermint, and pretty golden star-shaped marshmallows covered in edible glitter. She watched the cup pop down, then the liquid, and then whipped cream, and gently and beautifully placed marshmallows, before the door slid open to let Vel retrieve it.
"Thanks!" As was customary, she gave the Vendy its due (besides her cred), and then gestured to the other two. "Go ahead, my treat! We can get to the other Vendy after this, it's, like, two streets down."
She stopped in front of one and chirped a "hello!" before pulling up the menu. She knew what she wanted, but it still took a moment for her to customize her drink--white hot chocolate with vanilla and peppermint, and pretty golden star-shaped marshmallows covered in edible glitter. She watched the cup pop down, then the liquid, and then whipped cream, and gently and beautifully placed marshmallows, before the door slid open to let Vel retrieve it.
"Thanks!" As was customary, she gave the Vendy its due (besides her cred), and then gestured to the other two. "Go ahead, my treat! We can get to the other Vendy after this, it's, like, two streets down."
"Same here. I've lived in RD for so long that sometimes I forget what its like," Noir told Dwight as they walked to the fancy coffee vendy. "Back in Purple we could get anything we wanted. They even had vendys that would spit out fabric."
Noir stepped up to the vendy's ordering interface. There were so many options. He squinted, trying to figure out what he wanted out of this mess when he usually drank black coffee.
"Why are there so many things to pick!?" Noir asked, then finally settled on a cinnamon latte with a caramel drizzle. The vendy added the order to Vel's card, then dispensed the drink with a perfect latte-art heart on top.
Stepping back, he took a sip, then frowned. It was really good, actually. Damnit.
Noir stepped up to the vendy's ordering interface. There were so many options. He squinted, trying to figure out what he wanted out of this mess when he usually drank black coffee.
"Why are there so many things to pick!?" Noir asked, then finally settled on a cinnamon latte with a caramel drizzle. The vendy added the order to Vel's card, then dispensed the drink with a perfect latte-art heart on top.
Stepping back, he took a sip, then frowned. It was really good, actually. Damnit.
Dwight blinked at Vel's comment. When was the last time he'd bought mushroom powder? At Noir's comment he only buried himself deeper into his coat. "I know those," he replied quietly. "There's a Vendy not too far from the the...I forgot what it was called, but near Don Bonita's club, you know the one--I used to buy some pretty neat stuff there."
He smiled faintly to himself, but was visibly relieved when they arrived to the fabled Vendy.
"That's really sweet, thanks," Dwight shot Vel a smile, waiting for Noir to pick his drink. "It can't be that bad..."
When his turn came, he froze. No, Noir was right; Why were there so many things to pick?! Dwight eyed the options, hand hovering hesitantly for what he felt was far too long, before picking options at random. The Vendy obliged him with a Unicorn Hot Chocolate.
"Uh."
He... He didn't know what that was. It was pink, with whipped cream, heart and rainbow marshmallows, and blue icing and rainbow sprinkles. Lots of rainbow sprinkles.
Dwight took a cautious sip. "Huh. Not bad."
White chocolate, much sweeter than what he'd usually have, but still really good. He hummed, and took another sip, this time with a lot more gusto.
He smiled faintly to himself, but was visibly relieved when they arrived to the fabled Vendy.
"That's really sweet, thanks," Dwight shot Vel a smile, waiting for Noir to pick his drink. "It can't be that bad..."
When his turn came, he froze. No, Noir was right; Why were there so many things to pick?! Dwight eyed the options, hand hovering hesitantly for what he felt was far too long, before picking options at random. The Vendy obliged him with a Unicorn Hot Chocolate.
"Uh."
He... He didn't know what that was. It was pink, with whipped cream, heart and rainbow marshmallows, and blue icing and rainbow sprinkles. Lots of rainbow sprinkles.
Dwight took a cautious sip. "Huh. Not bad."
White chocolate, much sweeter than what he'd usually have, but still really good. He hummed, and took another sip, this time with a lot more gusto.
Vel wished that Noir wouldn't bring up how he lived in Purple while they were in Orange, but at least there weren't other people around. The Bandito was not used to being careful.
The two men struggling with the Vendy was kind of cute. To her, the only downside of so many options was that she wouldn't have enough time to try them all. Like Dwight's monstrous unicorn concoction. She wanted that, now, despite the delightfully glittery and delicious drink she'd secured for herself.
"Now all three of us are, like, warm and toasty. Let's go get the rest of our errands done." It wasn't hard to get to the Vendy that handled the UBIs. There was a person ahead of them already on the machine, but the traffic was sparse out here, and they'd be up soon enough.
The two men struggling with the Vendy was kind of cute. To her, the only downside of so many options was that she wouldn't have enough time to try them all. Like Dwight's monstrous unicorn concoction. She wanted that, now, despite the delightfully glittery and delicious drink she'd secured for herself.
"Now all three of us are, like, warm and toasty. Let's go get the rest of our errands done." It wasn't hard to get to the Vendy that handled the UBIs. There was a person ahead of them already on the machine, but the traffic was sparse out here, and they'd be up soon enough.
"What the fuck is that?" Noir asked when he saw Dwight's outrageous drink. "That's darn awful! That's a crime against coffee!"
He cringed as Dwight took a sip. How foul.
"You got a little something-" Noir said, motioning to Dwight's mustache. It was tempting to lean over there and lick it off, but he had to behave.
Turning, he took a sip of his own warming drink before following Vel. At the other vendy, the small crowd made him feel uneasy. He shifted from foot to foot, wishing he had his wheels for an easy exit.
"Are you sure we're not being noticed?" he asked Vel in a whisper as they stood in line. "Or followed...?"
He cringed as Dwight took a sip. How foul.
"You got a little something-" Noir said, motioning to Dwight's mustache. It was tempting to lean over there and lick it off, but he had to behave.
Turning, he took a sip of his own warming drink before following Vel. At the other vendy, the small crowd made him feel uneasy. He shifted from foot to foot, wishing he had his wheels for an easy exit.
"Are you sure we're not being noticed?" he asked Vel in a whisper as they stood in line. "Or followed...?"
...Okay, another perk of the strange drink was Noir's reaction. Dwight shrugged and smiled casually, like the concoction was the most normal everyday drink of the world. "That's because it's not coffee, but a hot chocolate," he said, before taking another, much longer sip of the Unicorn thing.
(Okay, maybe it was too sweet for him.)
"Oh--thanks," he wiped the whipped cream off his mustache with his fingers, before deciding to lick them. He had to behave, yes, but as far as he was aware of there was nothing too egregious if he put a finger in his mouth.
Now, if he were to wink, then it would be a provocation, but now wasn't the time to be too crass.
"Anybody wants a sip?" Dwight raised his drink, offering it before they started to walk off to the UBI Vendy.
As they made it to the Vendy that handled the UBI's, Dwight walked to form a line behind the person who was already there. As far as he was aware of, this seemed normal.
(Okay, maybe it was too sweet for him.)
"Oh--thanks," he wiped the whipped cream off his mustache with his fingers, before deciding to lick them. He had to behave, yes, but as far as he was aware of there was nothing too egregious if he put a finger in his mouth.
Now, if he were to wink, then it would be a provocation, but now wasn't the time to be too crass.
"Anybody wants a sip?" Dwight raised his drink, offering it before they started to walk off to the UBI Vendy.
As they made it to the Vendy that handled the UBI's, Dwight walked to form a line behind the person who was already there. As far as he was aware of, this seemed normal.
With Dwight offering, Vel exchanged drinks with him long enough to get her own drink (and her own whipped cream mustache). It was almost too sweet for her, too, which made it perfect.
"We're fine." Vel gave Noir's shoulder a gentle pat as she whispered back. "Nobody cares we're here."
As the person ahead of them wrapped up, Vel gave him another little encouraging push. "There you go. You're up."
To Dwight, she offered her drink again. For her, this should be a quick exchange. If Noir needed a new UBI account, then the Vendy would help. If not, he could just get what he wanted from it. Then Dwight would do the same. Simple.
"We're fine." Vel gave Noir's shoulder a gentle pat as she whispered back. "Nobody cares we're here."
As the person ahead of them wrapped up, Vel gave him another little encouraging push. "There you go. You're up."
To Dwight, she offered her drink again. For her, this should be a quick exchange. If Noir needed a new UBI account, then the Vendy would help. If not, he could just get what he wanted from it. Then Dwight would do the same. Simple.
"You sure?" Noir asked. Maybe paranoia was getting to him. Shaking off the feeling, he stepped up to the vendy and accessed his account.
A young Damiano stared back at him, smirking like a little shit. No scar, natural hair- a relic of a simpler time. Probably should get that picture updated. Whatever.
Noir frowned at the [Revoked] status of his UFI. They snatched it from him the day he was exiled from FM. Nothing to be done about it though, so he made a section to dispense his UBI cred. He placed the money in his wallet, then stepped away from the machine.
"All yours," Noir told Dwight with a mocking bow.
A young Damiano stared back at him, smirking like a little shit. No scar, natural hair- a relic of a simpler time. Probably should get that picture updated. Whatever.
Noir frowned at the [Revoked] status of his UFI. They snatched it from him the day he was exiled from FM. Nothing to be done about it though, so he made a section to dispense his UBI cred. He placed the money in his wallet, then stepped away from the machine.
"All yours," Noir told Dwight with a mocking bow.
"Thanks," Dwight took Vel's offered drink, giving her his own to try. He took a sip.
Oh, peppermint.
He quietly wondered if he could get away with asking her to trade, but the moment passed as she handed him back his chocolate. He traded drinks a bit reluctantly; he preferred Vel's... Wait, he took a sip of the Unicorn to make sure... Yep, he preferred Vel's.
Meanwhile, Noir had stepped up to the Vendy. Dwight happily took Vel's offer for her drink. "Wanna trade?" He smiled , before quietly pointing at her whipped cream mustache.
While Noir seemed to be frowning at the Vendy, Dwight shivered, then wrapped himself tighter into his coat. He turned to Vel with a smile. "Maybe after this, I take the club's kitchen and make a potful of stew of whatever we find at the next Vendy. I think we earned it."
Then, Noir stepped away from the machine, and bowed at him. "Thank you, my liege," Dwight walked past him, giving his head a mocking pat.
And then, he took a deep breath. He knew that Vendies were linked to one's biomarkers, but even so he couldn't help the recent wave of recurrent nightmares where The Other Dwight had somehow hacked his way into his accounts and taken everything before vanishing
Of course, his UBI cred was untouched when he accessed his account. A younger, clean-shaven Dwight stared back at him seriously, and he remembered how he'd felt back then. Like his world had just fallen apart.
Dwight couldn't help a smirk at the serious young man. What a melodramatic shithead he'd been.
Dwight dispensed his cred, shoved it in his wallet, and stepped aside so Vel could take her turn.
Oh, peppermint.
He quietly wondered if he could get away with asking her to trade, but the moment passed as she handed him back his chocolate. He traded drinks a bit reluctantly; he preferred Vel's... Wait, he took a sip of the Unicorn to make sure... Yep, he preferred Vel's.
Meanwhile, Noir had stepped up to the Vendy. Dwight happily took Vel's offer for her drink. "Wanna trade?" He smiled , before quietly pointing at her whipped cream mustache.
While Noir seemed to be frowning at the Vendy, Dwight shivered, then wrapped himself tighter into his coat. He turned to Vel with a smile. "Maybe after this, I take the club's kitchen and make a potful of stew of whatever we find at the next Vendy. I think we earned it."
Then, Noir stepped away from the machine, and bowed at him. "Thank you, my liege," Dwight walked past him, giving his head a mocking pat.
And then, he took a deep breath. He knew that Vendies were linked to one's biomarkers, but even so he couldn't help the recent wave of recurrent nightmares where The Other Dwight had somehow hacked his way into his accounts and taken everything before vanishing
Of course, his UBI cred was untouched when he accessed his account. A younger, clean-shaven Dwight stared back at him seriously, and he remembered how he'd felt back then. Like his world had just fallen apart.
Dwight couldn't help a smirk at the serious young man. What a melodramatic shithead he'd been.
Dwight dispensed his cred, shoved it in his wallet, and stepped aside so Vel could take her turn.
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