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[noctiphile]

Hm? What is it? [He shuffles closer to Oren, shoulders bumping together. He doesn't think much of it as he peers down at the pamphlet, reading it over the rim of his glasses. Muttering:] "Protect your eyes from harmful UV rays"? What's that? [He turns to Oren as he asks, waiting for an answer before he waves it off, looking back to the pamphlet.] "Shield them from... the sun"?

[His head snaps up now and the sunglasses are torn off his face in shock and disbelief.] That can't be right. Nothing can shield the sun. They'd have to be—be blankets or something. Tarp. [He turns the sunglasses in his hands again, running his fingers over what is clearly glass.] This—this is nothing so hardy.

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[Oren's just as baffled, turning the page over in his hand for an explanation. There aren't any words that offer explanation (at the very top of this side, it says "Enjoy the sun in comfort and style!"), but there is a side by side comparison picture at the bottom. It's a beach with a glaring sun, so much that one picture is barely visible through it. The other side is completely clear, if a little dimmer, more contrasted...

He's squinting at this now.]

Do they claim then that sun through these would not burn? [It wouldn't act like a magnifying glass? Is it because they weren't clear?]

How can that be? [He puts another pair on again, himself, glancing around the station as if it would provide a clue. He lands back on Mattias, leaning closer again to offer him the paper.] That picture, there... Do you suppose they really work?

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It's hard to tell just from a picture... [He bites his lip, glancing towards the vendor.] Maybe they have a... a miniature sun or something. With everything else here, I doubt that'd be too farfetched.

[Uncertain, he glances to Oren.] Right?

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Strange... But with everything else here indeed, I have no room to argue that.

[Maybe they do? They must, with these pictures.] Do you suppose someone else would know?

[He's got half the mind to ask. But toying with the tag on the arm of the ones he's wearing, he grins, nudging Mattias with his elbow.]

Let's get them. One each! To try out.

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I'm not buying these monstrosities.

[He slaps him with the back of his hand.] Find me a good pair and I'll wear them.

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Worry not, Mattias! I've won enough to cover a pair for you as well as me.

[He laughs at the idea of Mattias needing the help (he knows that's not the issue), and turns to face the board.]

I'll find the perfect fit even without understanding these. What color do you want?

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I don't know. [He waves a hand in dismissal, poking at the other goods on the cart.] You're the one choosing. What color do you think suits me best? I'll follow your advice.

[He frowns, bobbing his head to the side.] Providing it's right.

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[He searches through them one by one, giving a light slap to his arm at the last sentence from Mattias. Please, he's always right. And when he comes across the pair, he knows he's right. He takes it off the board and tiptoes once more, sliding the sunglasses into place before gesturing at a display mirror.]

Oh, it must be those. Take a look, Mattias. I've even chosen gold for you.

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Oh. [He straightens, surprised. Turning his head left and right as he looks in the mirror.] They're... perfect.

[He stares at himself for a few more minutes before his gaze drifts to the rest of the glasses. Gingerly, he pulls one from the stand and turns to slide them over Oren's eyes. He grins, gaze flickering up and down his face before he sidles out of the way, gesturing to the mirror.]

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So my advice was right, then?

[He laughs, touching the glasses that have been placed upon his face as he steps to the mirror himself. He does a similar thing, looks left and right, lowers them a bit on his nose to look over them.

And then he's pushing them back up, shaking his head.]

So both of ours is right. I'll buy them, before we're kicked out. He's looking rather unpleasant. [With a lingering smile, he brushes past Mattias to greet the shop keeper, gesturing to himself and then Mattias before he pays.]

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You don't have to—[And he's already gone, taking out his credits before Mattias has a chance to finish. He waits until Oren comes back to smile, sliding his glasses back on.]

Thank you.

[It's eerie, how fast they can slip back into the comfort of each other's company. There's an easy air between them where before there was a tight tension and he's unsure how it happened. The shared commonality of their world? Or was it something deeper, lurking and waiting for a chance to slip out. It smothers whatever reminder he brings up of Oren's treachery, of Oren't games and harsh words and keeps him in a blissful state of ignorance where, just maybe, he might be genuine.

It unnerves him, but not enough to stop.]

Shall we go somewhere else?

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There's no need. Look, they come with these cases.

[He finds them amusing, apparently, from the way he shows them off. Mattias is lost in thought and Oren is laughing over the soft mock-leather of these cases, pressing one gently into Mattias' hand as he keeps the other for himself.

The question gets him to look up, the sunglasses still on his face. Quickly enough, he's looking back down the station.]

It would be a waste not to. There's the whole strip to admire. Do you suppose they have other things like this? [He taps the side of his sunglasses taking a step forward and willing Mattias to follow him.]

I'm curious.

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[He takes the case, fingers running over it curiously and then in disgust.]

It's fake. What? Is real leather too hard to find? [He points that question at the shopkeeper who glares at him and points away from the stand. Mattias rolls his eyes and follows after Oren.]

If there's one thing I've learned about space it's that it's full of unexplained trinkets. I'm sure we'll find something else. Maybe next we'll find a—a talking cabinet or something.

[He throws his hands up in the air at that, nearly knocking the sunglasses off his head.]

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Cases like these make me doubt the legitimacy of these sunglasses. But I suppose only time will tell.

[This is fun. Fun, without the bitter worries in the back of his mind that Mattias was with someone else, or in trouble, or doing something stupid. His steps are lighter, the tension has been completely wiped away, and he doesn't allow himself to stop and think on it for too long, for fear that it will return.]

Have you seen some of the food here? Just the other day, I witnessed someone's meal crawl out of the bowl!

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Oh goddess, that sounds horrifying. [He looks at Oren as if he doesn't know him.] You didn't try any of it, did you? That can't be meant for human consumption.

[He turns back to the road ahead.] You know, I've tried that green drink they've got everywhere. Horrible stuff. Too sweet. Tastes like liquid sugar. But it gets you horribly drunk.

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I do so enjoy adventure, but the line may end at adventuring in food. At least quite so far... I couldn't even enter that building.

[Gross as fuck man. He laughs, and their arms brush lightly against one another as Oren keeps his pace with Mattias. Ah, right... Drinking. He won't allow his smile to falter.]

I can't recall if I've had that one in particular, but I do know I've experimented plenty in that area. Have you tried the purple and blue one? It almost looks like it holds stars.

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I—No. I haven't.

[Surprisingly. One would think he'd be the first to try a drink that holds stars.] Is it good? Does it taste like the universe?

[The last question is probably a joke from the way he's lip is curling.]

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[He laughs at that.]

Really? I'd imagined you'd have gone for it first. I've only found it at one place-- I'll have to show you.

[He looks to him.]

Not quite that good, but it is one of my favorites so far. A unique flavor. Smooth, but with a bite.

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"Smooth with a bit of a bite"? [It reminds him of someone and it shows in the way he gazes at Oren, looking him over with eyes far from innocent. But it's merely momentary, and soon enough he's looking away.]

Take me there after we've finished.

[Though he's hesitant to drink with Oren. His feelings are too close to the surface to prevent them from rushing out.

But the idea of going back to what they once were is enticing. Alluring. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to go back to it.] I'll pay.

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[It's clear that he's hanging onto those words. His mouth parts just slightly, his eyes move down from Mattias' face, but he stops himself at his neck. A smile twitches onto his lips, and he looks forward.]

Then it's a deal.

[He doesn't want to say date and scare him off. But he is oddly excited at the possibility of it. Is that what it is? Is that what Mattias wants?]

But first, I see our next stop already. [Grinning, he nods up ahead. The shop should be clear as day, with neon lights and flashy advertisements. A gift shop for anyone, it claims.]

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[Mattias squints at it, sneering at the garishness of the thing.]

What exactly is a gift shop? Can't you get a gift from any of these shops?

[He gestures to the rest around them.] For all it's creativity, space comes up with such useless things.

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You may be right, but these gifts look far more entertaining.

[Just looking from the window, where there are shirts with sayings on them in foreign languages, crude images, and moving devices that Oren can't even begin to understand. He hooks his arm around Mattias' elbow, pulling him along lightly into the shop. The aisles are tight and crowded, and so they stick close as Oren peers around.]

It's awfully dark in here. These sunglasses have proven to be useless so far, as well.

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Well, we've yet to try them on the actual sun. [He speaks distractedly, prodding at a bobblehead dalmation... thing with slight awe. Before he dismantles it. Just to see how it works. Thankfully, this time the shopkeeper can't see. God bless cramped stores.]

Really, most of the items in here seem tragically pointless. [He squeezes something that looks like an alien version of a duck. It squeaks.] Almost like that bird of yours.

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They could be for amusement.

[So he did remember the bird. That makes Oren smile, and while he does let his arm slip out from gripping Mattias', he doesn't stray too far. He eyes some of the things himself, though he mostly keeps his hands to himself.

Except for when he sees a strange bag labeled "snake eggs", and picks it up to investigate. Attempting to squeeze it open causes a vicious rattling sound, and he startles backwards before laughing and holding it out for Mattias.]

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[Mattias gives him a confused look before giving it a light squeeze. The thing rattles and he jolts in place, dropping the toy to the ground. When no snakes slither out of it, he scowls and kicks it away.]

What type of trickery—Snake eggs don't rattle! The snake does! [There's a light blush on his cheeks, and he's quick to look away, pretending to have great interest in another item. It lasts only a minute though before something else catches his eye. He rushes towards it, brushing past Oren and trotting towards...

A lava lamp.]

It' a demon.

[He regards it with great awe for a mere second before dragging it from the shelf and tapping at it.]

But this is merely glass. How are they containing it? You can't simply trap them with that, you need—need stone or something. Metal. Oren, look. [He tries to turn but reaches the limit of the cord. Frowning, he places it back on the shelf.]