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>>"Oh... Sorry."

Abby shrugged. It was a big deal. Though Abbigail knew a few other students who would be upset over it. Best to warn him now than him having angry kids on his hands. "S'okay. Just letting you know."

>>"I can manage that for sure. How are your with spicy food?"

Spice? She looked over to see the pink haired man holding cayenne pepper. That wasn't too spicy. "My daddy used to put hot sauce on everything so I'm good."

>>"And how do you feel about vegetables? Anything you hate? Gotta get some vitamins into this meal somehow."

That made her blink. "Um, potatoes are vegetables. But if you think we should make another," she took a moment to decide. Peas or corn? Or broccoli. But she didn't really like cooked broccoli. "Corn is good with mashed potatoes. You can put them together on the fork and it tastes good." She moved to get a bag of frozen corn to add to their meal.

>>"So, why you eating so late? Trouble with the other kids?"

She shook her head as she went about reading the instructions on the bag. They could be microwaved. "I'm a shifter. Shark," she stated while putting the bag in the lower microwave. There were leveled microwaves so younger kids could make things like popcorn. "Best time to swim and not scare anyone is while most everyone is eating. That and I don't keep track of time very well."

I'm all for it! Though I should warn you I have a list going of threads to happen. I have added you onto the list though

>>"Potatoes, sure. How are you gonna have them?"

Abby smiled shyly as she cut into one of the red potatoes. He seemed nice. "Mashed potatoes, with butter and salt and pepper. Red ones are easier since you don't have to peel them," she told him. She kept her eyes on the knife in her hand. She had cut herself before by not paying attention.

She cut the potato in half then cut one of the halves in half. The patter continued until she had bite sized pieces waiting to be put in the pot of-

Oh she had forgotten that part. Putting the knife down she picked up the pot and carried it over to the sink, filling it a little over halfway full of water.

>>"I'm Cafas, by the way. What should I call you?"

She may have jumped a little when he spoke up. But she didn't spill the water. That was good. Though she did wonder how she would get the heavy pot onto the counter. Well, she could always ask.

"I'm Abby. Could you help me get this up there? It's kinda heavy." Her voice went from a normal talking volume to a much softer and quieter one as she spoke.

>>“Remember, if all goes as plan then we are only Abigail and Miika. Maybe I find files without even leave room, if we are lucky. If not, then we are children, we are mutant children, so probably it is no trouble if we wander a little. Meeting is not important, no matter what they say or do. We are just be quiet and sit and listen, and wait for chance to explore.”

Abby nodded then paused. Miika was blind. Gestures wouldn't work well now. "Alright," she added.

Then she started thinking more about what they were doing. It seemed less like a game now than before. She also began to wonder what files did he need? Now that she looked, Miika didn't seem to meet her eye. It was hard for her to figure out since she rarely did it herself. He might actually be blind. It also gave a reason for why he walked up to her. Mistaken identity, perhaps? Abby would have to keep her new, if strangely acquired, friend safe during whatever was going on.

When she spotted the dog-headed man, Abby felt a surge of something cause her to stop. She grabbed Miika's arm to have him stop with her. Whatever this was wasn't what she thought. But she didn't want to leave Miika alone.

"Your best guess, how many other young children will be present? We want to blend in, not stand out. An adult would help our cover," she said in as calm a voice as she could.

She would not panic. She was a predator. She may be young, but she was strong. But perhaps not strong enough to protect her new friend, even with her taser. They would need someone older and bigger than both of them for that.

>>“Maybe you could come with. I hear you have never been there.”

Abby couldn't stop the loud laugh that broke through her closed lips. It was louder than her usual laugh but it seemed to work for who she was playing as.

"Perhaps when you're older," she offered, letting her eyes skim over the boy. It almost sounded like him asking her out. But there was no way that was what he meant.

>>“Thank you for accept mission. I know is very easy for your skill, but no one is suspect children. We are Best Infiltration."

Abby's smile softened at the hidden admission. "Easy ones are more like vacations. I can be whoever I want to be when my age and size let other's look me over. I'm sure you understand this as well."

Abby took in the shops they passed. She wasn't too sure where they were headed. She slipped her hand to check that her purse was still closed and her things inside. She didn't have much but she tried to be prepared for anything. The blonde was a little shocked to feel a semifamiliar shape from her room. Seemed one of the older girls who dressed her had slipped in the tazer her Uncle had given her for Christmas.

"The address hasn't slipped your mind, has it? I'd hate to be late." There vague enough for the game but maybe it would cause him to tell her where they were going.

Abby's Outfit

>>“Agent Tiger. Is pleasure to meet you. I am Agent Swan. We talk on internet. Mission is begin now, if you are accept. Is last chance for regret.”

What? Abby just blinked at the strange boy. He was taller than her, though that didn't say much since she was short. He was also wearing a large grey hoodie that didn't really fit him, but Abby liked clothes like that too when it was cold and the sky was sad. Then she noticed his headphones with their swan design.

Oh. So maybe he saw her teeth? And that's why she was Tiger. Abbigail wondered if she really had time to play a game like this, or even if she was too old for these types of games. But he wasn't running from her. And he didn't seem to mind her teeth like the girls at the monkey-bars did.

"The pleasure's mine, Swan. Regrets are for those who fear the outcome," the blonde shook his hand after her long silence. It sounded cool to her. Like something Black Widow would say.