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Zac shrugged “I just wondered if some of them could be cheaper used, that’s all. I spent a good chunk on the Tattoo gun.” He winced slightly but there was still delight in his eyes.

Clearly he wasn’t displeased with his purchase.

“Though I do have a bit from doing the tattoos too.” He pondered. “I just can’t think of anything I might need really, maybe a…hmmm… I’ll look, we’ll focus on carrying back your end table.” He shrugged.

The word ‘Favors’ got a quiet snort of a laugh as a mind clearly went into the gutter with that thought.

“Yeah, nah… I can always look where we’re heading. Besides… Not really a fan of the chocolate I ever got sent from the states.” He made a face.

He finished his burger with a bit more a hurry though after he watched Ever polish off the fries, wiping his hands off on his napkin and shrugging.

“Sides…with the Tattoo Gun, I can get some pretty good favors for a discount.”

“If I see something else I’ll grab it. But I can pick up supplies to help people treat their tattoos at any box store really. I’m not old enough to buy alcohol state side.”

He made a face about the laughter but rolled his shoulder in a shrug again. “Wouldn’t want to start trouble, last thing I think we need is for someone to pick me up for being under age or you for helping me. I don’t think they’d buy that I ‘forgot’ just because I’m from somewhere a little more at ease with the idea.”

“I’m just not sure what else I’d pick up. I mean… a few books maybe but I want to be sure your furniture isn’t awful first.”

He fished in his pocket and handed Ever Some money discretely as he juggled the packages. “Surprise me, use the rest.” He shrugged and then had to catch something that started to slip free, or felt like it was going to since his grasp was a bit tentative for the hand off.

“Then we get your furniture.”

After ever went inside he did sneek a discrete peek into the black bag. Discrete at least till the flush rose in his face and he tucked it firmly back under one arm as though that would help him contain the contents.

“Well, what they say about cats apparently applies to Kiwi’s too.” He said and had the good grace to look embarrassed, ether that he was caught still blushing or to have been so nebby.

“…Ikea meat balls?” he gave a somewhat suspicious glance, half wondering if that was a sort of …joke because of the contents of the bag but it seemed a bit ‘left turn at the mental traffic lights’ to be one so he let it slide.

“After we get your bookends, maybe I’ll grab some crackers and such to bring back, I just wana be sure that I have enough hands before we do.” He shrugged slightly.

The cheek pat got a look of irritation. But he didn’t do much more than that because he sort of deserved the irritating gesture he figured. After all, he’d snooped where he didn’t belong.

He was feeling more like he owed Ever something than anything else what with lunch purchased and train tickets purchased too, but he wasn’t sure what he could offer.

“Eighteen” he supplied casually, half watching Ever half watching out the window.

“You?” He asked in return, though there was just a bit of ‘defensive’ that flashed through his face when he realized that it might be considered ‘a bit young’ in ‘The States’.

“No.” the answer was perhaps a little hasty, like that were an awful idea.
“No, I got my own place when I finished my apprenticeship. Was taking some classes at Uni, did some spare work at a restaurant to make ends meet.” He rolled his shoulders in a shrug.

“Why? What about you?”

Zac nodded like maybe he understood. “Can’t speak for the basement.” He grinned slightly. “But the rooms on Deus are nice, and the pay is pretty damn good.”

“… Having a place to call my own, that was nice.” He looked tired and thoughtful, certainly no judgments passed.

“… ah piss… I should look for a … like junk jewelry place. There’s someone I need to…’thank’ on the island.”