[b]December 3rd, 2019
11:15 AM, PT
CCC, Coast City[/b]

[@Korkoa]

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“What,” he muttered to himself, eyebrows drawn together as the level of [i]Suspicious[/i] began to rise. First the gear, then the talk of cashflow, then the [i]money[/i]. He bit his lip to keep his mouth shut as he looked at her with widening eyes, his hand slid off his keyboard to quickly cover the money and a brief glow encompassed the stack of cash, the low light hidden by the sun, before all of it vanished into invisibility.

“Insured?” He parroted, complexed, and what the hell was an ATM and why did they have money in them? Were these things just scattered about the city? He nearly groaned, yet another Earth thing he’d missed. But if the money was insured, well those were like the commercials right? He was pretty sure they used to have insurance companies on Ghol too, but then the whole apocalypse thing went down so… but insurance meant the money would be replaced if stolen right?

That wasn’t so bad right, Jessie wouldn’t do anything terrible like rob someone’s life savings, these ATMs were probably owned by someone rich if they just stuffed their money out in the city where anyone could happen upon them. Probably. He’d have to do some research. “I- what?” He shook his head, still trying to adjust to his new view of the world now that his friend, best friend really, was a criminal. Probably. No, definitely, no matter what planet you were on relieving someone else of currency was illegal, especially rich dickheads who deserved it. He would know, he used to be one of those rich dickheads- or the son of some at least.

“Okay,” he said, gaining his bearings and latching onto a truth; “I trust you,” he admitted, meeting Jess’s eyes. “I- you know this world better than me, and I trust you. So this- er, if this is where you want to go, I’m with you.” He was unsure, and it showed in his voice, but even so he was already committing to his words. They were partners, and if that meant being partners in crime then… well it would be fun to use his powers again, and who knows? Maybe once they had money they could actually protect themselves against the likes of the DEO.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a breath, and nodded. Okay. “Two grand, huh?” He breathed, a little disbelieving of the words even as he said them, and felt the invisible stack in his hand. “Why?” He asked, “what could I even do with this?” He glanced at the money even though he couldn’t see it, trying to remember how much it was worth. He knew the general prices of most things, but he kept his window shopping to a minimum. It would be difficult to adjust from being a paranoid, poor nobody hiding away in a dark and cheap apartment to someone who would… consider using his powers, and owning things, and buying things, and… He really felt like a hermit with all this self-examining he was doing. He looked at Jessie again, measuring, “I’m with you.”