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Mt. Justice Base: Lounge
Interactions: Talon, [@Courtaud] Kassy [@Mistress Dizzy][/center]

Zach wasn’t expecting any of these people to acknowledge his presence, and he would just sit there eating his ice cream in peace. Boy was he wrong. Talon decided to criticize his choice of snack. Who did he was, his mother? He was legally a grownup, he could have ice cream if he wanted. Talon ran to the kitchen and came back with a jar of peanuts. He looked at Talon, then at the peanuts. His voice wasn’t in a state to say something sassy right now, and Talon was clearly trying to do something nice. Zach just reached into the jar, and grabbed a handful of peanuts.[color=darkviolet]“Um... thank you.”[/color] He starined, and shoved the nuts into his mouth. (Get your minds out of the gutter kids)

Then Kassy came in, and apologized for hitting him too hard. As if that was what he was upset about... It was a more complicated situation than simple “boo hoo, I’m injured.” But Zach wasn’t in the mood to discuss that right now. She also offered to ease the pain. Zach nodded. [color=darkviolet]“Do it... We can discuss this later... When it doesn’t hurt to talk...”[/color]

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It had been a few hours, and Zach’s ability to speak had been restored. He was relieved, he made a living on being able to talk, and being unable to was a nightmare. 

Zach got dressed in his casual clothes, which today consisted of a purple T-shirt with a bunny on it, jeans, and sneakers. They had all been summoned together for a mission. They were all going to go to the mall to go shopping. Fun! Shopping was fun when you had money, and Zach did indeed have money. What was weird was that Red Tornado was treating this as if it were a serious mission. Zach just facepalmed and sighed.

There were several modes of transportation available to them. Zach had decided to go in the Jeep. There was no way he was taking public transportation like a Plebeian. The Zeta Tubes were an option but... Viktor was driving. [color=darkviolet]“Great. I call shotgun.”[/color]