034 -- [Video | Action]

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[Video]

[The feed kicks on to a counter in the convenience store, height adjusting a split second after as if the person holding the journal realized he needs to hold it higher if anyone is going to see what's on the counter.

Correction made, the journal reveals a SLURPEE MACHINE, clean and ready to go with cups stacked to the side. The labels of the four flavors it offers are clearly displayed, from left to right: Mountain Dew, Blue Raspberry, Orange, and Dr. Pepper.

After holding it there for a good thirty seconds, Shikamaru turns his journal back to himself, straight-faced as he checks to make sure he got all the important bits shown. When it's confirmed, he focuses back on the feed itself with a grin.]

You're welcome.

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[Shikamaru spends most of his day in the convenience store, prideful over the new working addition. Less so over what to do about the fresh-to-go items the store should be offering. At least he was able to get a Shift so the refrigerated items in the store self-replenish, and one for the slurpee machine too. The rest he'll have to figure out.

When evening comes along, Shikamaru goes into the tunnels to work more on the computer in there. After that, he detours for the bar instead of going home. Both of his roommates/two of his best friends are gone on a mission, so it's not like anyone will miss him. The least tidy out of the three of them, the apartment will be a mess when they get back so might as well take one day off from dirtying it up further. Besides, he has some items to drop off for Buffy anyways.

He'll just have a couple drinks after (no repeat of that other time) and go home.]

Comments

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[hisapprentice]

Mmhmm. She's...well Professor Layton sort of adopted her, I guess. There's a lot about the world she still doesn't know, er, and it's a long story. [Suddenly he remembers it's a story he isn't meant to tell.] Most of the time we're friends. Sometimes...eh, she's a little bothersome.

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[endgames]

Aa. [He knows not to pry. Those kind of stories aren't meant for most people.] Say no more. Girls are like that; I should know.

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[hisapprentice]

You've got someone like Flora too?

[He didn't think another person of that level of naivete about the world could exist.

Not that he's a bastion of worldliness.]

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[endgames]

Trust me. Just about every man alive has a difficult woman they have to get along with. If not several of 'em.

[Those his are more of the bossy/violent variety.]

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[hisapprentice]

Flora's not exactly difficult. She's just...stubborn and not really wise about the world.

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[endgames]

She your age?

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[hisapprentice]

No. [And he's shaking his head.] She's about two years older. Erm, if you don't count the years here, I guess.

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[endgames]

[Hm.] She doesn't think about boys all the time, does she?

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[hisapprentice]

I don't think so? But then, I don't really understand what girls think about. [He sips his slurpee in deep thought.] It's a puzzle too difficult to solve.

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[endgames]

Aa. Amen to that.