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Yaaaawn. Fell asleep on reader's shoulder.

looked back at him. —But I had to tell you the truth.

Shiloh let out a short chuckle. —Yeah, I know. I’m not «that» cuckoo head. A device emerged from her pocket; a grappling hook, which she raised it into the air; the cable shot out and latched onto a tall building across the way, where the girl landed and +

moving the greeting to take in his appearance. —Oh, are you dressed up as something? That’s really cool.

—You could call it that, —she said, her eyes darting away, as if dismissing the notion—. Bruce, huh? That’s a great name. Short and simple. Easy to remember. My name’s Shiloh. She accepted the handshake, giving a firm squeeze out of respect. Her gaze quickly shifted, +

—Marine...—she lingered on the name for a second, staring intently, before answering her part—. I’m a bioterrorist wanted nationwide.

Shiloh let out a few giggles, hands now tucked into her pockets. —It’s not that; I just found your way of saying hello interesting. I wanted to return that same energy.

Head tilted and harmless eyes, mimicking the same greeting.

—Ah...I had such a good time...—she lamented, head bowed—. But, before we end the conversation, could you tell me: what's your occupation?

—Shiloh. Shiloh Ruud. She smiled, and held out her hand.

—Wow. First of all: what an awesome costume, man. And no, I don’t think we’ve met. I'm dying to, though.

—Mmphm. The only problem I see is that I didn’t ask for your name. You’re right. What am I supposed to call you, then? ‘snowball’ isn’t serious, it’ll just make me laugh right in the middle of a conversation. She touched her chin, thoughtful. —Alright! So, what’s your name?

—I’ve been nothing but nice to you. I was even worried that you might have wires in your hair.

—Heyyy, «reader»! Look who made breakfast! Heh. No need to thank me.