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[dream_departed]

:: Aya PINpoints them to a back alley where there arrival won't attract too much attention. A beaten down Model T lurches by. The building in this part of New Orleans have not changed in more than a hundred years. The doors of the club have been left open for ventilation and the sound of jazz spills out into the night. Aya notices that they are

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[_megaman_x]

X watches the positively ancient model of car rumble past as they step out of the alley. While he notices the attention from passing pedestrians, he doesn't pay it too much heed. Or, at least, he doesn't seem to. X is used to attracting attention when he goes places in his world. He's equally used to seemingly ignoring it. However, unlike back home, this attention wasn't because he was a famous Maverick Hunter

[dream_departed]

"X. I'm sorry. I should have thought what being in the southern United States in the 1920s means.

"Anywhere we go here, at least one of us isn't going to be all that welcome." She isn't suggesting that they leave. She just is making sure he is aware.

[_megaman_x]

X glances from the departing couples to Aya. Now he understood where he recognized the reactions from. He'd dealt with similar when he was very young - back before most people considered him to be more than a glorified automaton. "Ah. It's okay. I don't mind. But are you okay with it?" X asked in concern.

[dream_departed]

"No. But I don't want to go home."