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Andy was walking through the streets looking through all of the shop windows surrounding him. He wondered if there was a record store anywhere as he'd love to get some more records for the sake of collection; he rarely actually played them as he didn't want to risk damaging them. Andy stopped and looked at the window of a small diner that was reminiscent of the 70's causing him to think about Brian. Sure, it was a tad easier for them to get away with stuff, but he can't help but wonder what would happen if they weren't so secretive. He began to continue his stroll only to bump into somebody. "Sorry..."

Emile had been walking around shopping, Celia had forced her to go shopping for some new clothes but of coruse she lost the french girl two seconds later. Her brother was gods know where so she was on her own. Like normal. She sighed and walked around her blonde hair flying though the wind. She had stopped for only a moment when she was suddenly being bumped into. Looking up Emile spotted someone that looked her age. Frowning she shook her head. "Aren't you english folk always speaking of watching were you are walking?" She told the other her russian accent still thick even though all this time being away from her homeland.

He looked up seeing who it was hearing her thick Russian accent. "I'm American if that says something," he commented giving a small awkward laugh trying to make the mood not as tense. The school year hadn't even started yet, and Andy already managed to piss someone off. That wasn't good.