Scarlet
A few days later
I yawn as I get out of bed, bored from the lack of anything really happening over the last few days. Aside from the training, my practically emptying the cafeteria each day, and a rather large paycheck from Allen. One spanning the entire first week I was officially working for the Silver Association.
Its so large that I cant help but salivate just from opening up my bank account on my newly acquired terminal and staring at it. What used to be only around a hundred credits at most, what I had thought was a decent sized savings for a trip outside of Rothwell City, is now standing at a firm 2599 credits. 1389 from the daily wages for both my ti actively fighting Fractures and from my ti not doing that, along with an extra one thousand and sothing credits for allowing them to use in sponsorships.
Which is honestly almost enough for to happily ignore the horror that going through a photo shoot dealt to .
I shiver as I rember that happening the day before yesterday. And that feeling only grows worse when I rember watching a video on GuardianTube about so of the local Guardians to get myself brought up on whos who, only to get an ad. One of saluting the viewer without saying a word as soone else says so random sponsorship promotion.
At the very least they didnt have wear anything embarrassing. Because I dont think my pride couldve taken it. The very idea of wearing a two piece swimsuit for example is frightening.
I an, why do people even subject themselves to wearing such skimpy outfits?
My jacket is so much more comfortable. And more importantly, it doesnt show anything.
Your thoughts tend to wander a lot, dont they? Tar suddenly says, floating off of the bed. Because Ive noticed you tend to think about random things out of nowhere sotis.
I glance at the furball for a second before shrugging and grabbing clothes to change into out of my tank top and shorts that I slept in.
h. I am who I am, my thoughts are as they are. Not my fault you peek at my thoughts all the ti. Which is rude.
He just snorts and doesnt say anything as I enter the bathroom to change and get ready for the day.
Okay, wait a minute, I stop Denises gushing about shopping, putting my fork down in the bowl of whatever it is Im eating right now. You want to go shopping. With you. At the mall. Did I hear that right?
I cant help the disgusted look that shows on my face at the re thought. Not only do I dislike shopping in general, but I already have all the clothes Id ever need right in my room. So why bother buying more?
But the main issue is that I really dont want to go out in public and get stared at.
Denise looks confused as she tilts her head slightly, her golden hair falling a little bit onto the table, barely missing her food, and says, Yeah. Unless youre already busy?
I open my mouth to answer, only to hear Sylvers voice, No, she has the day off as a rest day before the sester starts up tomorrow.
My mouth clamps shut and I turn to look at the guy, only to find him with an unusual quirk to his lips, simply grinning at for what must be the first ti since I t the guy.
I mouth Im going to kill you to him before seeing his grin widen ever so slightly as Denise claps her hands together and says, Wonderful! We can head out in half an hour if thats cool with you! And when I turn my head to vehently reject that idea, I rember the fact that its very possible that a Fracture could end up happening today.
And it would probably be best if we were all together for it when it does.
So I sigh and mutter, Fine only to turn to Michael who is grinning like an idiot and say, But then Michael and Emily are coming with.
His grin vanishes in an instant, replaced by a look of horror as he gapes at .
Great! Denise says, practically squealing out loud before looking at Emily, who actually seems to be looking forward to the trip for so reason that eludes as the shy girl gives a thumbs up. And after seeing that, Denise shoots straight up and says, I need to go get ready! Then runs out of the cafeteria like a tornado.
I stare after her for a few seconds, regretting my choices in life, before sighing and returning to my food. All, of course, while ignoring the pitiable look being sent my way by Michael, who I can probably see becoming Denises gopher for bags during this trip. At least, considering what Ive learned about her over the past few days, she certainly seems like the type.
A shopper. Soone who for so reason under the moon and stars above loves to shop. A terrifying thought indeed.
So dramatic, I hear Tars voice and can practically feel him rolling his eyes at my thoughts.
You think that now, but you try being dragged on a shopping trip by Belle or her mother soti and learn how it feels to be made into a dress-up doll after being bribed by credits.
Wait, Tar mutters, wouldnt that be your own fault?
No. The power of credits is too great to resist.
I can just imagine Tar staring at with judgent on his face as he mutters, You really are obsessed with money
No. Not obsessed.
Just that when a chance at easy money cos by, why would I let it slip between my fingers? Although I draw the line at anything that shows too much skin.
Well, anyways, this trip is to make sure were all together during the Demonic Assault. Because I really dont want to have to deal with finding them if it were to happen in the middle of their shopping trip.
Makes sense, Tar says, and I go back to eating my food.
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