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[ahumanweapon]

"Is this supposed to be home?"

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[bloodedsakura]

[Mira frowns because really only reason she agreed to babysit was she owed a serious favor.] What's wrong with it?

[Other than the place was really a garage. Yeah there's a small two bedroom apartment upstairs that she hardly remembers to use her bed in. There's her bike, an old jeep that looks like it's been through hell and back, and a muscle car she's repairing. Ignore the robotic spidery thing crawling on the wall, it's mostly harmless.]

Okay so maybe the walls could use a coat of paint, but beats a penthouse downtown. [She could afford one, just people make her and her bike twitchy.]

[femcapsicle]

A quiet chuckle escaped Stephanie as she moved further into the room, her hands sliding into the pockets of her jeans. "It's what used to be home, at least." She glanced around the one bedroom apartment they'd shared in Brooklyn in what felt like a lifetime ago. "It's been brought up to code and modernized a little, but yeah. This is where we lived."

She wet her lips, her eyes watching hi,. "Kinda surprised to see you here. Been looking for you."

[thewinterslight]

"Hey, it's not that bad..." In fact, it was pretty nice. Bex had remained in the old neighborhood for as long as possible, but the yuppie invasion of the 80s had forced her to move about three blocks off. Something she was sad to do but she just could not take watching what was happening to the place she loved. Trendy restaurants and boutiques popping up everywhere. Didn't they have enough of those in Manhattan.

"I mean it's not the little one bedroom we used to share with Steve, but still..."

[ahumanweapon]

"Used to be." His gaze darted around, taking in every inch of the room that he could, as if cataloging every exit and potential threat before he finally let his gaze return to the blonde in the doorway. "I don't remember it . . . It-- Things feel wrong." He was quiet at that, his gaze still occasionally darting from side to side at any shift of shadow or imagined movement in his peripheral vision, every muscle tensed and on edge.

"Have you?"

[femcapsicle]

"Things looked a lot different in our day. It wasn't...quite this nice. A little more disheveled." She moved further into the room, running a finger across the edge of the granite countertop in the kitchen. "We made do with what we had though. It wasn't a flashy lifestyle, but we survived. We were happy."

She smiled, remembering the memories they'd made in the apartment. She could tell that he was tense, so she didn't try to approach him. As much as she wanted to go to him and embrace him, she kept her distance. Maybe with a little luck, he'd come to her.

"Do you want to go somewhere else? Some of the diners we used to go are still around."