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Mal winced when Fiona yanked on the cuffs joining their wrists. Again. For the - gorramit, he lost count. During their initial flight from the agents yelling about Fringe Division and using weapons that would make the Alliance jealous, he'd actually thrown her over his shoulder to increase their speed as he doubted her stability on her platform heels.
He had a feeling the bite mark on his back was still bleeding. He knew the bruises on his groin were still swelling. So instead of yanking back, he simply sat down. On his hand, and hers by extension.
"That army surplus store is far less likely to have surveillance, require ID, and actually have something we can afford," he reiterated. For the - aw hell. This woman was more infuriating that Patience on her worst day. At least he only had to worry about that woman shooting him.
Fiona pinched him as she struggled to get her hand free and regain the leverage. Mal just leaned down and kept an eye on the rest of her free limbs. And her head. though it was less likely to cause as much damage now that she was sitting and her platform shoes were no longer equalizing the height advantage.
"We are not stuck in some cave in the ass-end of nowhere, so I refuse to resort to meal options lacking in taste, texture, and anything that would qualify them as food. And it's not like you're going to get very far if I don't cooperate."
"We're not exactly dressed for a Londinium eatery, assuming we had enough to afford it."
"A what? Never mind. There are plenty of mid-range places that won't pay too much attention, especially if we manage to go to one before the lunch rush hour is over."
"Still need credits, or do you think our 3-legged race will distract anyone from noticing a dash and dine?"
Fiona smiled. Less than 6 hours attached at the wrist, and Mal had begun to fear that smile more than he feared River's creepiness. She started pulling wallets from - Mal closed his eyes - he refused to speculate where she was hiding them in her short, very short albeit it slightly baggy, attire. "I don't think that will be a problem. Now what do you say, one more loop to make sure we lost all those tails? We passed this adorable little sushi truck 5 blocks ago next to the amber statue."
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Mal winced when Fiona yanked on the cuffs joining their wrists. Again. For the - gorramit, he lost count. During their initial flight from the agents yelling about Fringe Division and using weapons that would make the Alliance jealous, he'd actually thrown her over his shoulder to increase their speed as he doubted her stability on her platform heels.
He had a feeling the bite mark on his back was still bleeding. He knew the bruises on his groin were still swelling. So instead of yanking back, he simply sat down. On his hand, and hers by extension.
"That army surplus store is far less likely to have surveillance, require ID, and actually have something we can afford," he reiterated. For the - aw hell. This woman was more infuriating that Patience on her worst day. At least he only had to worry about that woman shooting him.
Fiona pinched him as she struggled to get her hand free and regain the leverage. Mal just leaned down and kept an eye on the rest of her free limbs. And her head. though it was less likely to cause as much damage now that she was sitting and her platform shoes were no longer equalizing the height advantage.
"We are not stuck in some cave in the ass-end of nowhere, so I refuse to resort to meal options lacking in taste, texture, and anything that would qualify them as food. And it's not like you're going to get very far if I don't cooperate."
"We're not exactly dressed for a Londinium eatery, assuming we had enough to afford it."
"A what? Never mind. There are plenty of mid-range places that won't pay too much attention, especially if we manage to go to one before the lunch rush hour is over."
"Still need credits, or do you think our 3-legged race will distract anyone from noticing a dash and dine?"
Fiona smiled. Less than 6 hours attached at the wrist, and Mal had begun to fear that smile more than he feared River's creepiness. She started pulling wallets from - Mal closed his eyes - he refused to speculate where she was hiding them in her short, very short albeit it slightly baggy, attire. "I don't think that will be a problem. Now what do you say, one more loop to make sure we lost all those tails? We passed this adorable little sushi truck 5 blocks ago next to the amber statue."
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