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" c'moooonnnn, seriously? if you get to choose your own mugshot why would you choose a photo at all? " damon snorts as they slide up, peering over noah's shoulder to squint at the wanted poster. it's ... interesting. streets a-fucking buzz since the release of the register's press and the 'call this hotline for any tips on this bozo!' came to play. briefly they're wondering if more people care about this piece of paper than the poor woman taken too soon.

they sniff, thumb swiping the bottom of their nose. " mmmm ... " he's mimicking her earlier squint, siving the photo up before straightening up. " damn sleuthing skills, huh? should be a detective, miss. noah. " gives a sharp little laugh before a headshake. " can't decipher a killer from a fucking picture. not everyone has the ... " lifts their hands to throw them into an energized circle, " devil eyes the news likes to boast about. who knows.

crosses their arms, thumbs rubbing little circles into biceps. something about it all puts them on edge. its not heightened enough to be fear, but ... an edge. they've been checking corners, looking behind them, making sure to lock their doors and windows. paranoid, maybe, but nobody else has to know that. " think whatever that's about isn't for us to really worry about. unless, y'know, we see some shifty business. "

[  open  starter  ;  starring  ...  noah  li  ] [  setting  ;  the amrak grocery  store  ]

it's  late.  it's  what  noah  calls  the  dead  hour  where  there's  either  no  one  in  the  store  or  a  singular  shopper  wondering  around  the  chips  aisle.  either  way,  noah  doesn't  do  a  lot  at  this  hour.  she  either  starts  turning  the  soup  cans  around  to  mess  with  customers  or  reads  one  of  the  national  geographics  they  have  in  the  magazine  racks.

"do  you  think  he  got  to  pick  what  picture  they  put  on  the  wanted  poster?"  noah  asks  as  her  sharp  hazel  eyes  squint  at  the  piece  of  paper  pinned  to  the  bulletin  board  near  the  entrance.  noah's  only  ever  seen  it  littered  with  missing  person's  posters  or  job  offerings.  a  wanted  poster  is  new.  exciting,  in  noah's  opinion,  but  they  don't  say  that.

noah  tilts  their  head,  letting  out  a  curious  sound  through  pursed  lips.

"i  don't  think  he's  the  killer.  look  at  his  gaze,"  her  scarred  hand  motions  in  a  circle  around  the  piece  of  paper,  "too  sad.  not  the  eyes  of  a  killer,  if  you  ask  me."