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| >Small rooftop, seven hundred meters above the ground, a single open hatch being the only thing connecting this place to the rest of the world. Cold april winds blowing around, beneath the night skies.
>Two are there on the rooftop. One, a tall blond boy in yellow business suit. He sits in front of an easel, facing the west. Quick, confident strokes of his brush recreate the view of the city in front of him.

| >Alongside him sits a young, red-headed girl, completely absorbed in the act of creation unfolding in front of her. She is significantly shorter than the boy, with freckles on her face giving her a childish look. Girl takes frequent sips from the can of VinderTea. There is a bag under her chair.
>On the girl's head sits a weird white creature, that looks like an alien facehugger.

>The two sit there, in silence, as second Glitch City slowly, bit by bit, appears under boy's brush.

| >Girl reaches in the bag underneath her, and takes out a chocolate bar. She snaps it in two, and brings one half of it up to her face. A small beak becomes visible on the facehugger's spine, it chirps and pecks a piece of chocolate. Seemingly satisfied, facehugger moves from the girl's face to the top of her head, letting her see the easel better.

| >Through the hatch, shows a man, in a normal bushiness suit, under it what seems like a vest. He makes his way over to the tall blond boy.
"Evening."

| "Good evening."
>Teenager replies, as he continues to draw. About all of the Central District visible from the rooftop is already painted, and now West Port starts appearing on the canvas.
"Hi!"
>Red-headed girl is the only one to turn around to the man, greeting him with a wide, open smile.

| >The man turns his head ever so slightly to the girl.
"Evening to you too."
>He returns his attention to the Teenager.
"About that drive I promised you."

| "Ah, yes. I assume security didn't let you into the HQ, right?"
>Boy slightly chuckles, and puts his brush on the palette near him. He turns around, simultaneously taking out and lighting up a cigarette.
"You should have just came during my dinner break, mister Tale."
>He takes a look at the girl, who sits there with a curious expression on her face.
"Erika, thats mister Tale. We met a couple times during work. Mister Tale, thats Erika."
>Boy looks up at the man.
"So?"

| "Here."
>Take hands over a thumb stick.
"That should have all of it. What's that thing on her head?"

| "That's-"
"Facebite!" >Girl interrupts the teenager before he can finish. Facehugger chirps at the same time with her.
"...Facebite. Interesting creature. - >Boy continues taking the stick, this time without any qualms,
- Care for a can of VinderTea, mister Tale? We have a whole bag of them, and the view today is especially great."
>He puts the stick into his jacket's pocket, and draws in on his cigarette.

| "I'll pass on the tea, thank you."
>Tale takes a second look at Facebite.
"Any idea as to what Facebite is?"

| "A cutest thing in the world!" >Erika declares, poking the facehugger. It chirps a little every time.
"Or so she says."
>Blond boy shrugs, smiling.
"For all I know, it's not dangerous. And Erika just won't let me take the creature.."
"Facebite!"
"...Facebite to research it a little."
>Teenager takes up his brush and returns to the painting.
"What little we know, Facebite can't eat on its own. It's symbiotic creature, it needs a host that would feed it."

| "And let me guess..."
>Tale crosses his arms. Now addressing Erika.
"You're the host?"

| >Girl puffs her cheeks, then dramatically puts her hand on her chest.
"I'm THE owner, not some lame 'host'!"
>She winks.
"And Facebite is my cute pet. Got it? Not some weird ass 'creature'!"

>Boy chuckles a little, as his brush keeps flying above the canvas.
"I believe Facebite to posses some sort of limited telepathy."
>He notes
"My wild guess is that it is some sort of alien pet. Engineered genetically to fit this role. Xenobiologists would probably be all over it should knew."

| >Tale bows slightly.
"Didn't mean to offend. Just a random question, have you gotten an x-ray recently? Because as cute as Facebite is, we do not know of the dangers he might have."

| >Girl nods, and the facehugger chirps loudly as it struggles to remain on Erika's head.
"I went to clinics multiple times. Doctors found nothing weird, so I think it is alright!"
>She leans in Tale's direction slightly.
"Say, mister Tale, you know anyone in need of a dancing teacher? I'm broke as a joke, if it weren't for Rick I'd have to sleep on the street starting today!"

| >Tale raises an eyebrow about the dancing.
"Dancing, huh... Sorry, I don't know anyone who might want a lesson."

| "Buuu~"
>Erika lets out, disappointed. She takes out another can of VinderTea and opens it.
"Well if you hear about anyone looking for a lesson, tell me okay?"
>Girl turns away to the painting.

"You have any hobbies, mister Tale?"
>Boy asks to pick up the conversation.

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| >>251664
"Hobbies? It used to be Ice Hockey. But then I became an NCO back in Mexico, and was focused on studies for the longest time. Nowadays its just Reading, because I barely have time nowadays."
>Tale sighs at the end. Seems like he hates his work hours...

| "You know, I used to be something of a sportsman myself—"
>Teenager begins, making the girl crack up instantly.
"Oh shut up Rick! So, reading? Like what for example? I'm a really big fan of old school sci-fi!"
>Erika takes over the conversation.

| >>254629
"Well... To no surprise, I am going through an author called Tom Clancy. They still print his stuff too. Old school sci-fi? Like Asimov?"
>Tale gets fully engrossed in the conversation with Erika.

| >>255357
"'The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible!'"
>Girl declares dramatically, and giggles a little.
"Of course I've read Azimov, but Arthur Clarke has a special place in my heart. But I have never read anything by Clancy, I don't think I did."

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| >>257609
"Huh. Well, I'd give you a book to read, but it caught a bullet."
>Tale gives a light chuckle.

| >>259116
"Ай мля, я маслину поймал!"
>Blond boy bursts into laughter, with Erika giving him a confused look.
"You really creep me out sometimes, Rick." >She says, turning back to Tale.
"That's such a bummer! How did it happen? Did it also stop the bullet like in trideo?"

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| pankaj

| >>259149
>Tale gives the Blond boy a confused look, before returning to Erika.
"Well, short story, I got shot. But yeah, it looked like it would in trideo, but hurt a hell of a lot more."

| >>259860
"Well, as long as you are alright, right?"
>Girl smiles.
"You might want to invest in better body armor."
>Boy interjects.

| "I wish. Boss is developing a new plate for us, but she also says it might take a while."
>Tale sighs at the end.

| >West Port on the canvas is finally finished, and now only the sky above the horizon left to be drawn.
>Boy puts the brush aside again, and gestures Erika to hand a can of VinderTea over to him.
"Looking good, think you will finish it today?"
>The girl asks, and the boy shrugs.
"We'll see." >he responds, taking a sip.

"What's your opinion on immortality, mister Tale?"
>Boy suddenly asks, as he takes a black pack of cigarettes out of his chest pocket.

| "Sounds ok I guess. After all I've been through, I'm happy I'm still here."
>Tale looks at the boy, not really thinking about the question.

| >Boy smirks, dragging in, then turns to Erika.
"And yours?"
"Uhhh... Good, I guess? Who wouldn't want to live forever?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Don't whatever me Rick, you brought this topic up! Take some responsibility!"
"Pfff."

>Erika turns over to Tale.
"Is he always like that?"

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| >>261312
"I wouldn't know, I've only met 'Rick' a few times."
>Tale smiles.

| "Uh oh."
>Erika blinks, then smiles again.
"From your greeting I thought you knew each other, sorry."
"I have been more familiar with mister Tale's former, uhm, employer." >Boy comments.
"Have been?" >Girl throws a curious look at Tale.

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| >>263273
>Tale feels a small pang of pain, but does not show it.
"Yeah, the guy is in a better place now."