The Outliers // PSL

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[today is just another day. the weather is warm, overcast. several restaurants have opened up their windowed storefronts and outside seating pours over onto the sidewalk. old people are walking in pairs, young people are walking their dogs. the cobbled street is lined with flowers, a picturesque kind of cultured, well-off, gluten-free, yoga-class-attending neighborhood.

sometimes, Nadia enjoys it, but today she's feeling bored and jaded and doesn't particularly appreciate the flowers she's seen bloom several years in a row. she looks like she usually does out in town--olive skin, long, dark hair, modest sweatshirt, cold stare. people leave her alone, and she doesn't talk to anyone more than she has to. she's just going out to buy groceries, then head home, then try to keep herself busy for yet another long afternoon.

she could never have expected what was about to intercept her monotonous life.]

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[...gross. she makes a face.]

It's not really you I'm worried about.

[she had plans today. she was bored. is this really a good trade-off for all of that? if she could only get some straight answers out of him, she could find out... in another spark of instinct, she picks up his arm by the wrist again.]

We're going to my place before the Suits find a reason to sweep the block.

[canisinferis]

[he chuckles.] Sure.

[at least he seems amused by this whole thing. he might be following along for curiosity and entertainment's sake, at this point.]

You a criminal or something?

[he sounds a little delighted by the idea, honestly.]