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[color=D5FF00]"Oh hey, I was wondering if you were going to call me. I was almost worried you died. If you want to meet up, come by Best Chinese. I'll be waiting there."[/color] Mali hung up from the phone and looked over it a few times. It was supposed to be clean when she got it, but at what point did a phone stop being clean? Whatever, the call was already made. No use worrying about hypotheticals now. Mali shoved the phone into her pocket and removed her feet from their elevated position on the chair across from her.

Well since she was going out she'd need to be wearing more than a cast and underwear, so she slipped on some clothes (just a shirt and some sweatpants). She gave the time a quick check. 11:12 AM. Even if Relic had a car, his method of driving meant that she'd have plenty of time to get to the restaurant, assuming she could go on her way unmolested. Which, if she was being fair to Justice, given the past 3 days had been the case more or less. Yeah, she hadn't been going out so much since Wednesday, but still. 3 days was the longest stretch of nothing bad happening to her in the last 10 days, and she wasn't counting on that lasting too much longer. As Mali stepped out the door, she wondered what she'd pick up at the restaurant.