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Ryan "Espejo" Vasquez ([info]espejo_lluvia) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
So far it looked like the New York he knew. He had a feeling his accent was going to thicken if they spent enough time there. It tended to get a little deeper and a little more intense when he was around others with similar accents. The sites and the smells all seemed fairly familiar. The moment he saw someone across the street flip a taxi driver off, he knew it was New York.

"Should we go and find breakfast somewhere?" Espejo offered. "Or should we take a look around? See what we can find?" he asked. There was so much to do in New York. Depending on the time of day, there was always something. Whether it was shopping during the day, or experiencing the night life, the city rarely slept.

"We can at least start walking. We could maybe grab a slice of pizza and just kinda keeping looking around. There's a few places I kinda wanna try and find that sell pretty cool looking clothing. We're not really going to find a lot of the places I used to hang out because they were pretty um... different. I mean I know this place has super heroes and all that so maybe it's kinda similar but..." he trailed off. There was a lot he still hadn't told Aoba. "Come on, let's get breakfast. New York has some of the best pizza in the whole world, trust me!" he said loudly over the busy street chatter, reaching his hand to start leading him down the street in the direction of a pizza place.


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