"—gonna make a big scene with a nuclear bomb! Gonna rent a limousine with his sunglasses on—"
Roux sung to herself quietly with her usual bop to her movements as she watched the streets and blocks go by through the tint of her shades, the world being the fitting dark and doomed tint that she saw it as. She sat in the taxi's backseat with her hands rested uncomfortably in her lap, having pulled on a hoodie over the clothes that she had been wearing a long with a pair of sweat pants she had brought as what would be her third switch of clothes since arriving. For some reason, Raven had a lot...
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