Who: America and Isaac Where: The Mall When: Monday What: Some bonding, bitching and laughing at stuff. Warnings: America is a mean girl. Isaac is a sassy wolf. It may come up. Status: In Progress
"So, have you found anything else freaky and weird that might unleash some kind of hell on us all?" No one could ever accuse America of being overly nice. Bluntness was a skill she mastered at a young age. Along with her cynicism.
She was overly aware that her powers weren't getting her out of there. Blasting herself around the town was somewhat better now that she had a better idea of the layout -although she still, sometimes, didn't hit the mark on where the hell she was going. But everyone had their off days, right?
After the latest shit fit that the town gave them to play with, Isaac's unleashing of the walking dead or whatever those things were, America hadn't really planned on helping tidy up the mess left behind, but there wasn't really a terrible lot else to do. So she mopped up the blood and guts left on the floor of the mall while Isaac sorted out broken shit to get dumped. Although everything in this place was fit for the dump.
Somehow that extended to just hanging out, and Isaac wasn't terrible, his bleak outlook on life sat well with America's bluntness, so it was easy to tolerate the wolf.
Even if his friends were fucking idiots.
"Or are you leaving that for someone else this time?"