Who: Chase and Vic
Setting: Vic's tent, Central Park, Fireworks night
Chase had lost Mazie to her tablet again, which was fine. He’d headed into the crowd to find them something else to drink, smiling at people as he passed them, even mindful of someone who might recognize him. They rarely spoke to him, but he knew what that wide-eyed look meant. It meant they were trying to figure out if he was real. In some cases, they were right to think it, those that only paid for the low level features of his website, which was merely an avatar of himself. Sure, it was based off him and video content he’d made, but still, it was a simulation.
He ducked away from a pair of wide eyes, edging into a tent and not meaning to brush up against the man there. The contact, not something he was totally useful, had him pulling back immediately. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, flashing a smile and hoping all was forgiven.
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