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Okay, so this is great and all (I mean at first I thought I'd had some bad pot and this was some kind of trip, but it's been three hours and nothing is melting) but where the hell is everyone?

Dad? Nora? I will seriously even take Mr. Friendly Zombie right now. I don't recognize anyone here.

Also, an important question. Where can I get a gun? I'm feeling all kinds of naked without one.

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[For a moment she just gawps at him, looking at the money he pushes into her hand, and her fingers close around it. She rubs her thumb over the crisp paper, and it hits her just how long it's been since she's seen real money.

Since money actually had worth.

She straightens the notes and folds them over, then smiles gratefully over at R and puts her arms around him again, hesitating only briefly before she plants a kiss on his cheek.]

Thanks, R... you're just looking out for me all over again, huh.

[Less dangerous this time, though. At least there's.. relatively little chance of her being eaten here.]

You're w..eh...-

[ he ends up making 'welcome' more of an incredibly muttered 'lahmahmahmah' when that kiss got planted on him. Oh come on. He was doing so well. 'Welcome' is not a hard word, is it? Crap. Don't embarrass yourself now. He stares at his feet for a moment before pulling her along again and closing the distance between store and right here where he's horribly embarrassing himself in front of this girl he likes. ]

[She chuckles, a quiet sound of amusement in the back of her throat, but it's not an unkind noise and she smiles again as he starts tugging her towards the store.

Honestly, it's a little strange to see him surrounded by.. well, not-dead people. She can't say he doesn't stand out.]

Hey. [Julie tugs gently on his hand as they enter the store.] Do you want to pick something out for me?

[ And into the store we go. His eyes scan the place then focus on her. Pick something for Julie?

Pick something for Julie. What would Julie like? He's not even going to attempt picking clothes out that requires a whole lot of expertise he doesn't have. He stands there for a second like he's buffering the question in his head before he tugs her and starts heading towards a place in the store without looking at anything else. Yeah, he knows where it is. ]

[She honestly expected him to stumble over the request and insist she pick her own clothes, or at least awkwardly stare at her for long enough that she got that impression, so it's a pleasant surprise when he actually starts leading her somewhere.

Now she really has to wonder what he has in mind...]

[ Leading her somewhere completely unrelated to clothes at all. We're going to the cameras, Julie.

He stops once they're in the section and then expectantly stares at her. He can really only pick this far. You'd have to test them out or something. He kind of picked something out? Kind of. ]

[She sees where they're going but she can't quite believe he remembers that. Julie looks over the cameras, mouth slightly agape, then to her companion.]

Cameras? R, I don't have this kind of money, I just got here.

[Surely you're not expecting her to just let you buy one of these for her, Mr Friendly Zombie.]

[ What? He put a hand on his chest and just raised his eyebrows at her slightly. Wasn't he buying whatever he picked out? He thought that was the point. He's been here for ... however long. He really needs to grasp a concept of time.

Yes. He's expecting to let him buy one of these for her. ]

... Oh.

[She smiles hesitantly, looking along the row of cameras.]

If you're sure... [Julie moves from one to the next, leaning to look at the specifications on each one. It doesn't take long for her to find one she likes, and she picks up the sample model, turning it over in her hands.]

What do you think?

M'sure.

[ R leans forward slightly, staring at the camera once she asks what he thinks. Trying to analyze it for a good opinion here. Film or digital? How's the shutter speed? What kind of flash does it have? ]

Uh...

[ But he knows shit dick about cameras. All he's got is "Yep. That's definitely a camera." Looks good to him. Nice and... camera-y. He slowly gives her a thumbs up. ]

[Of course he's going to know dick all about cameras, and she laughs, nodding.]

Okay.. then I guess I'll have this one. Thanks, R...

[ He tried to figure out cameras. Ask him about music players instead. He's actually good there. ]

You're ...welcome.

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