the city called to me and i came [OPEN]

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It's Shundi afternoon, and Raven is out in the city. Along with her plans to meet Kate at the coffeeshop called Queequag's (it's always a good idea to scope a place out before you go and apply for a job there) and drop by the University to register for a couple of classes, she figures some window shopping is in order. Until she has a steady income there won't be any shopping bags going home with her, but a girl can look. Maybe try a few things on, check out what's available for decorating her room once Charles has a house picked out, things like that. Fun stuff, and a chance to get away from the Inn for a while.

[OOC: I'm going to set up some threads for encountering Raven at various locations, please wait to tag until I'm finished. Finished and open!]

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"It would be more flattering in blue," says a certain someone, now standing behind her—looming, rather, at a friendly distance. Hi. Nice...blouse, or whatever it is she's looking at right now.

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It's a familiar voice, and one Raven is still relieved to hear in this foreign place. She turns and holds up the blouse (which is a shade of green that works great on a blonde, not so much on a blue-skinned redhead).

"Blue's not really my color right now. And I'm not doing anything but looking anyway. Didn't really expect to see you out here shopping."

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He is carrying just the one shopping bag, made of plain brown paper; he lifts it slightly as though to show off its lacklustre appearance. "For work." No fun is being had, nothing to see here, etc. (If only she could have seen him at the pet shop.)

Since she's turned, the blouse receives a longer and more considerate look—but when Erik goes on his thoughts seem to have skipped ahead. "Have you eaten yet?"

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"You have a job that pays you to go shopping?" That is the kind of job Raven could get into. She'd have a lot more fun at it, too.

Since Raven isn't going to buy the blouse anyway, she doesn't mind that Erik doesn't elaborate on his opinion of it. "No, but I've been eating my meals at the Inn, it's cheaper there. As of today I am gainfully employed, however."

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"Protective footwear," he answers, in the way that implies smart-ass without actually saying it. Her declaration completely trumps that, however. "That's excellent, though, I'm glad to hear it. Where are you working?"

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Raven makes a face at the tone, but brushes it off. She likes Erik well enough to not mind a little teasing. "A coffeeshop called Queequag's, and part-time in the clerical pool at the University so I can take a couple of classes there."

Which is pretty exciting, considering Raven's education has basically taken place in the Xavier family library all these years.

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"Really!" Look, Erik is impressed enough that it straightened his question mark. His eyebrows raise and everything. "Good for you, Raven. Congratulations. ...Come." He then lifts his hand toward her elbow, not quite touching, but nearly, as though inviting her to turn. It seems done a whim, but isn't quite. "We'll have some lunch, my treat."

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How can Raven resist an offer made like that? She smiles at managing to get such a positive response, and does him one better on the silent invitation and turns, then threads her arm through his. It's okay, Erik, she does this to Charles all the time.

"I accept. Where are we going?"

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Considering recent, er, events—of which no one has spoken since, presumably—a little familiarity is to be expected. Erik isn't bothered by it. He does wonder what a certain adopted brother would think, should they happen to run into him by coincidence, but isn't about to reject the gesture for that. And so, they shall walk linked at the arms and make a very fine pair indeed.

"I hadn't thought that far ahead," he admits, although really he did, he just hasn't eaten much in this neighbourhood. "Let's have a look further along this street, perhaps we'll get lucky." ...yes.