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Arriving at Central Park you are met with what you expect for a city flying way up in the sky.
“The grass is fake.”
Coco crouches down to touch it. “You’re right. Must be hard to maintain vegetation at these altitudes. Thank the Brothers for Aura, right?” She gets up. “I heard normal people have to acclimate and that it sucks.”
“Hm, I appreciate the cold protection way more.”
“Because you’re finally wearing more than a plain tee. I still think that jacket makes you look handsome.”
“I’d have preferred the infiltration male-dress, my range of movement is less limited. Did you pack it?”
“No. Not in a million years,” Coco says while looking forward, avoiding your gaze.
“You made me try it, just saying.”
“Shut up. We’re in a park, let’s go walk or something.”
You begin aimlessly wandering with Coco. “Something?”
“I don’t actually know what one does in a park. But in the movies they always just walk around.”
“Well, you’re mostly right. It’s a lot of walking around, sitting sometimes, buying sweets, etcetera. I’m surprised.”
“Why?”
“That you don’t know about all this sappy stuff. I figured you’d have gotten some experience in - which one was your primary combat school?”
“Pharos.”
“You said you broke records and girl’s hearts over there.”
Coco laughs at the nostalgia. “Well, one comes with the other. I was pretty green when I transferred and had to pull my weight, so I didn’t get a chance for any kind of relationship if I wanted to get good enough to enter an academy with you. Mind you, I was still THAT bitch.”
“THAT bitch who never walked in the park with anyone?”
“… never had the time. Popular but lonely.”
“As opposed to being unpopular and lonely at Browning’s?”
Coco hugs her arm. “I wasn’t lonely…” She shakes her head of treacherous, confusing thoughts. “How about you, hotshot? Did you get any at Oscuro?” She returns to her usual self.
