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Rook gave Flick a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow. Shaking his head somewhat, he spoke. [color=6ecff6]"It doesn't matter if we're not going to talk to them, Flick. They're going to talk to us, eventually."[/color] Was he angry? He couldn't tell. Either way, he felt that Flick was being unrealistic if he thought they would never interact with other people. Looking around, he continued speaking. [color=6ecff6]"We look different, suspicious. Someone will likely ask us some questions. And what if we are caught sneaking around somewhere?" [/color] He continued walking, stopping as the restaurant came into view.

Rook wasn't a hundred percent sure what a waffle was, but he vaguely remembered it as some sort of food item. Judging by the sign, this house was a place in which waffles were served. Looking through the windows, he could see a few people inside. He had to take a moment to really look at them- he hadn't seen anything like it. They looked nothing like the guards and scientists, and not just because they were wearing different clothes. Instead of the poker faces of the scientists, and the cold glares of the guards behind their masks, they wore a variety of expressions. A group of four people sat at a table, smiling and laughing. A woman spoke to the person behind the counter, sipping out of a white mug. A man in a heavy coat sat alone, picking at his plate. They looked nothing like the people he had seen before. They were just...living their lives. It was something so ordinary, but so strange to him.

Looking away from the window, he followed Flick across the building. Carrying the bag of clothes over his back, he tried his best to look as normal as possible, sprinting over to the dumpster as soon as he got the chance. Looking inside as Flick tossed open the lid, he noticed the bags. [i]Same type. They must use this kind of bag a lot.[/i] Looking over his shoulder to the garbage bag of clothes, he realized he might have a problem. [i]Great...[/i]

Sighing, he proceeded to pick up one of the garbage bags, and lifted it over his left shoulder, the clothing bag resting on his right shoulder. His augmented strength made carrying the two bags fairly easy, but it would be harder to move with them, and he would look very suspicious. The sooner they found a place to stay, the better.