Malls. There was trouble to be had in Malls, but David didn't know what it was about them that made him uncomfortable. Except for a period of time that he'd been trapped in the sixties and he'd gone to the mall and that... Well that had been a thing. But here he is, stranded in one for two months, and there was absolutely no way he wasn't going to try and deal with that.
Which meant roving around, hands in his pockets, bag over his shoulder, more or less minding his own business. Until, of course, he saw Kyle questioning a mannequin nearby. He sighed, straightened his yellow turtle neck (what could David say, there was something about nineties professional fashion that was very much him and he'd adapted well) and he moved to where Kyle was.
"Kyle, is everything okay?" he asked as he finally came up on his friend's elbow, adjusting the seemingly sunglasses on his face as, with a touch, he asked one of the programs he had running on it to record the mannequin, just in case it started moving in tiny bits and his own eyes wouldn't catch it.
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Which meant roving around, hands in his pockets, bag over his shoulder, more or less minding his own business. Until, of course, he saw Kyle questioning a mannequin nearby. He sighed, straightened his yellow turtle neck (what could David say, there was something about nineties professional fashion that was very much him and he'd adapted well) and he moved to where Kyle was.
"Kyle, is everything okay?" he asked as he finally came up on his friend's elbow, adjusting the seemingly sunglasses on his face as, with a touch, he asked one of the programs he had running on it to record the mannequin, just in case it started moving in tiny bits and his own eyes wouldn't catch it.