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[center][b]Location: Outside Boogie's Beans[/b][/center]
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	Belly filled with warm meat and tortilla B.B felt the urge to do little else but stand beside the Taco truck. She watched and listened as Chupa verbally bounced off the still silent muscle bound Mothman. Though Chupa was loud and Mothman made dead silence seem noticeable, there was something strangely relaxing about the two together.

	[color=778899]“Ha ha hahah.”[/color]

	B.B choked out a laugh as she imagined the ripped, shirt hating Mothman pressing his milky man bosoms against the store front window of Little Red’s bakery. Normally anything involving the crimson hooded girl ceased to be funny in B.B’s mind. Just thinking about her made the disguised canine’s stomach feel like it was packed full of stones. However imagining the anything-but-innocent girl step out of the kitchen to see man tits pressed against her spotless glass windows was enough to overwhelm the wolf’s otherwise tainted perception of the red one. 

	Her amusement ceased as bits of gravel and glass bounced off her shin, Chupa’s worried growl cutting the air like a knife. B.B jumped slightly, eyes widening as she nodded her head.

	[color=778899]“Uh, s-sure I’ll go out and see if I can catch up with him. Exercise after a good meal makes sense anyway. Thanks for the food Chupa, I’ll see you later!”[/color]

	B.B bolted as soon as she finished speaking, taking Chupa’s suggestion as an excuse to distance herself from the taco pedaler for fear of an escalation. Sprinting down the street with surprising speed, hungs taking in sharp intakes of air, it wasn’t long before B.B finally caught up with the bug man. Though her path was less expedient she came huffing and puffing up to the front of Boogie’s Beans where Moth had stopped.

	[color=778899]“What. Are. You. Looking at?”[/color] B.B asked between breathes, huffing and puffing with a red face as she turned her gaze into the shop and frozen in place.

	Normally the sight of clean floors, caffeinated drinks, and decent air conditioning wasn’t exactly something that would raise the hair on her body. However Crier sat speaking to Rebecca. Though the glass and surrounding environment was noisy enough to muffle the sound, B.B could still make out a decent portion of what was being said.

	Crier didn’t look pleased and Rebecca appeared to be an equal shade, though perhaps a different type, of unpleasant. 

	[color=778899]“Information? Why is the Crier going to Rebecca for information? Shouldn’t he be investigating the murder? Shouldn’t he be investigating Rebecca?”[/color]

	B.B simply stared through the window at Crier with a grimace painted across her face, unsure what to make of the situation. She of all Tales had no right to assume the worst of others (save for Red) but something about Rebecca just unnerved her. The wolf didn’t know the whole story of the caffeinated bean pushing women, but more often than not a fragment of a story could tell more then the whole thing…