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There was a particular fascination held around shopping malls. Kiosks filled to the brim with vendors who pawned wares off on weary travelers for a slight smidge of the promise of coin. Hecklers with cheap knockoff gizmos and sunglasses begging anyone to spend pennies on their 'Guaranteed Authentic Products!' [break][break]

Levi was no exception to the rule. See, while others were bargain hunting through bins of last week's clothing looking for the newest fashion trends, Levi had his sights set on a more LUXURIOUS store, one for only the elite of the elite. One that became like a playground when he entered the room.[break][break]

The Cutting Picture.[break][break]

Tech gizmos, massage chairs, little robots that followed you around playing smooth jazz. For Levi, it was like paradise.[break][break]

Well, it would have been if the mall hadn't closed two hours prior. His face sank as he stared at the darkened entry, glass and steel barring his entry to Nirvana. Damn it, why aren't the malls here open 24 hours! What am I supposed to do now?![break][break]

He turned, his back slumping against the door with a soft thud as the weight of his body caused him to slide down a bit. He stared into the evening sky, the cool air and light touch of moonlight gracing his skin. The empty parking lot he had originally seen as an indication that he'd have the whole mall to himself now looming over him like an obvious slap in the face.[break][break]

Well... Nearly empty...[break][break]

One lone car remained: a sizable black SUV remained parked not far off as Levi's gaze trailed over it. Beats walking home I guess...[break][break]

It didn't take long for Levi to amble his way to the vehicle, giving it a once over and ensuring no one was in the immediate vicinity. He walked around to the hood, a small portion of Skylark slipping her way into the grill before the distinct *Pop* of a hood latch releasing filled his ears. Finally, he smirked.[break][break]

"Alright, let's make this kitty purr."

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[aneko]

IN THE CITY OF FOOLS, I WAS CAREFUL AND COOL

[attr="class","eire"]Well, shit. So much for one of her days off. Aneko was readied for a day of interesting new experiences, stepping out of her comfort zone to brave the mall alone. Not like she hadn't been before, mind you, but she had always gone with a purpose. However, with a bit of extra money in her pocket, she felt the urge to try out something a little more social- er, well, you could argue how social it really was when it was her alone but, hey, she wanted the experience. Unfortunately, as a result of her personality, she kept delaying the time she would leave.

"Leaving in five minutes" quickly turned into "Well, maybe it's too early," which devolved into a flurry of excuses. Reasons to not push past her comfort zone, which led her to where she was now. In front of the mall, the sun beginning to set, and an unamused look plastered on her face. Letting out a long sigh, she'd stand in place for a few moments, letting her own stupidity simmer. Well! No point to let her day off go to waste... er, more than it already has. She quickly turned on her heel and began... walking. To somewhere. Why not explore? The only place she knew well was the path from school to her dorm.

It wasn't long before she found herself in somewhere insanely boring. An empty parking lot, fit with a whole... one vehicle. It made sense, really- the mall was closed, why would anyone be left behind? It probably belonged to some kind of... guard? They hired those to watch the place overnight, right? Bit wild to only have one, though. The only other thing that could catch her eye in the vast emptiness was someone near the car, who was quick to pop the hood.

So she approached. Curiosity killed the cat, or so they say, and she couldn't help but be curious as to what he was doing; she was too far to see any unusual actions that led to the popping of the hood, so she just assumed it wasn't too difficult to do so, with how little she knew about cars. "Sup." She cuts off the noises of him tinkering away, "Whatcha got there?" She leans ever so slightly to her side, a vain attempt at looking past him. While she found it partly suspicious, this unplanned interaction was mostly to make up for missing the mall.

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Alright Levi, standard car engine, no electric start, shouldn't be anything too major. You've done this before, you can do it again... Just gotta find the manual killswitch... Levi leaned deeper into the hood of the car, resting his hand on the engine block as a small stream of Skylark poured her way into the mass of metal. Car makers were honestly quite rude. Hiding vital electrical components deep within vehicles, burying them behind useless components that probably had more value than he was willing to assign to them. It's gotta be in here somewhere... just a little deeper and...[break][break]

The shrill voice of an intruder caught him completely off guard. With an Englishly-exclaimed "SHIT!" he rose, ramming the back of his head into the bottom of the car's hood. Skylark quickly broke away from the safety of his sleeve, retreating deeper into the engine block to hide her presence from the newcomer.[break][break]

"Jesus, what the HELL was THAT for?!" He turned, hand against the back of his head as he stared down the intruder but found that his gaze met no one... Well, not until he looked down at least. He glanced up at the empty sky, certain the voice that startled him came from a much larger presence before immediately looking at the girl again. Is this a literal child? With no time to try to remember child curfew laws in Japan, Levi attempted to salvage the situation.[break][break]

"I... What I got here is a..." He would have said wrench or something, but truth be told, he didn't know a damn thing about cars. You rarely had to know anything about them to make them start! "I got a broken-down car that I'm trying to fix! I want to get out of this parking lot!" He smiled internally. You're nailing this Levi. Just start the car and you don't gotta deal with the kid anymore![break][break]

He placed his right hand on the engine block again, rooting his left hand around the engine compartment to put on a show of car repair. In reality, he had reconnected with Skylark as she slowly filtered her way deeper into the car until, for the briefest of moments, his connection to Skylark flickered.[break][break]

The fuck...?

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[attr="class","eire"]Aneko may have been tired but that hardly dulled her survival instinct. She knew there were some strange people in this world and she had no intention of getting jumped. Her eyes flickered from their dull tone to a soft, glowing red as she stared down the man in front of her; if they were truly some innocent person, they'd have no need for their quirk anyway, right? She kept her hands stuffed in her jacket, her expression softened as she looked at him with mild curiosity. She couldn't detect attempts at using their quirk, she just knew that he wouldn't be able to use it if it was working as intended.

She staggered back a tiny bit as he was evidently startled by her appearance. She did just call out to him out of nowhere. Shit, did she mess up already? Though the comment about her being a child would be met with a stare of daggers, he didn't say it, so she maintained her curious gaze as her quirk remained active. Then came the excuse. "A broken-down car?" She once again glances over to the popped-up hood, "Ooh, I see." Ah, so he wasn't a bad person! Well, that was reassuring.

After all, people who wanted to steal cars and such usually did it through the dash, right? "Need some help? I do stuff like repairs all the time." This would be how she'd make up for it! Doing a good deed! Yes, she didn't get to walk around the exhausting environment of a mall, but she could at least help someone out of her own goodwill. "What's the issue? Mind if I take a look?" She began to slowly approach, as long as he didn't stop her.

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No, that's not right. She shouldn't be acting like that... You feeling alright girl? Despite the nanotech neither feeling anything nor being a girl, Levi still referred to her as such. A freelancer's line of work became lonely, and as what felt like an extension of his own body, she made for good conversation... Even if it was usually only one-sided. Mentally, he reached out again, maintaining his connection with Skylark, but only just. She felt sluggish, throttled... Like she was calling out to him but her voice was muted but present. No, no, this isn't right at all...[break][break]

The kid pressed, moving closer to the vehicle as Levi moved Skylark deeper out of sight. At least she could still hear him, even if she wasn't able to do much in her condition. "Uhh.. Nah, I think I got this! I used to work on cars back home!" He didn't. He rooted around the engine, rubbing his hand over the top of the engine block as Skylark worked deeper into the metal.[break][break]

"Yuuup. This here's a... Big horsepower... hemiweight... catalytic... transfusion engine... It needs the right touch to get going when it's down like this! Can't just jump the battery!" He feigned a smile, believing that the girl believed him, even if he had no indication to know so. He just needed to get her gone.[break][break]

Still, his skills were not in the field of mechanics, but rather in technology. Triggering a manual killswitch wasn't too hard a task for him, but that assumed Skylark performed well enough to find it. I guess it couldn't hurt if she's gonna stand here anyway...[break][break]

"Ya ever work on a car like this? If you have any ideas on how to start it, I wouldn't mind seeing what a young car mechanic like yourself is capable of! Maybe I'll even hire you for my shop back home!"[break][break]

Great, now I'm gonna have to buy a repair shop.

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[attr="class","eire"]Oblivious to what was going on underneath the hood (see what I did there?), Aneko stood idly as Levi struggled with his control over the Pielark or whatever it was. While she didn't work on cars herself, she sure as hell knew at least a singular thing about them- she had been in one before, at least! That's why, when he panicked and tried to push forth some bullshit explanations, her curiosity (and suspicion) had grown. Again, he was seemingly harmless, so maybe he was just really good at being sus.

Or maybe he was a villain? Hah. That would be funny, wouldn't it? A student of the famed UAU somehow runs into a villain in the parking lot of a mall she almost didn't come to. Like, if the gods of this world decided it'd be real funny to put two unfortunate souls in a situation such as that- not that it'd actually happen. Doing crime wasn't so popular nowadays that everyone was jumping to brandish a knife or spew some flames at someone who didn't warrant it. Like, villains popped up on TV and such all the time, but... that wouldn't happen to her, so she should really just stop being paranoid.

She chuckles to herself, recognizing a little bit of the bullshit in his words, as she awkwardly takes a step forward per his invitation. "Haha, well... it's fine if you were only the manager. Don't have to know how to fix a car to run a store, huh?" She wanted to let him down politely, believing his story, but thinking that he really just wanted to show he knew something about cars despite his assumed profession. "Haven't quite started something like this but, hey, I could probably figure something out. Nowadays, they're all so similar, shouldn't be hard."

A smile climbed onto her face as she neared the engine, eager to poke around at the car's systems, to do something with tinkering after having already exerted a lot of her social energy- most of it spent just getting out the door. "Oh, and... I'm not looking for work, but thank you." Ah, she took the invitation sincerely! And she only now realized he must've been making a joke! Oh shit! She made a fool of herself! How will she recover!? "So, what's the issue? Just won't start up and you don't know why?"

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A smile crept over the girl's face as she stepped closer, and Levi did his best to return it. She seems... harmless? I guess? He wasn't entirely sure. The more he thought about it, the weirder it played out in his head. She had to have an angle right? Everyone had an angle! No one just does anything nice for the sake of doing anything nice! Not that stealing a car was necessarily the nicest thing in the world, but it did manage to help him out a great deal. Despite the near blood-curdling feeling of disconnect with Skylark, Levi urged the liquid metal to go deeper into the engine. Either the girl starts the car, or my girl starts the car and I take the credit. Win-win, right?[break][break]

She played his comments straight, taking him seriously at his word. Well, she bought into it at least... Unless she didn't and she's being coy? God, reading people is hard. In the face of the child's sympathy, Levi decided he'd take a different route. He could probably still recover it, right?[break][break]

"Uh, yeah. Truth be told my uh... I only work on electric cars, ya know? Things are a bit different back home already but uhh... This..." He gestured over the engine with his hand, a motion hiding the tiniest hint of flair as he waved Skylark further out of site. "Not really my forte, ya know?" The honest fool. An excellent path to choose when one finds themselves a bit too deep. While he was never necessarily the fastest talker, he figured a hint of maligned honesty wouldn't hurt more than it could possibly help.[break][break]

"Also, there's no shop. Hate to break it to ya. Just me doin'... Odd jobs." I mean, that part was basically true?[break][break]

"Name's Levi." Definitely true. Off to a great start, just a little more.[break][break]

"How 'bout you? You uh, you always work on dead cars in the middle of a mall parking for random strangers after closing time?" He flashed a grin, attempting to help diffuse the tension. That's right Levi, shift the focus onto her. People hate talking about themselves![break][break]

That seemed like a lie.

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