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"I dunno, 'm probably a murder suspect or somethin'." Alexis really didn't sound as worried about it as they should have been. "Besides -- considerin' the way people look at me, it'd probably show too much if the Chief of Police went in and grabbed a felon's records to give to said felon, yeah? People are afraid of me." They shrugged. "Which, I mean, 's probably due to my whole anxiety aura thing, but y'know."

They huffed, a sharp exhale of breath, and ran their hands through their hair. "I kinda wanna know, yeah, but. Even I never ******** up hard enough to have a curfew. Whatever this me did, it musta been real bad, I think."

Alexis mumbled something incoherent and blew a halfhearted raspberry at Preacher, stiffening when she patted their shoulder but not jerking away (which, in their thoughts, was a pretty good response - maybe like a 6 or a 7 on a 1-10 scale). "Plbbbpphhhh. Iunno. We don't know each other that well, really, I shouldn't be gettin' all weepy on yer metaphorical shoulders about woe is me I have a roof over my head."

A pause.

"I don't live here, if you were wonderin'. Just to make it very clear."

Alexis screeched once, wordlessly, and threw a pillow they'd been leaning on at Preacher's head.

As responses go, it was somewhat of an ambiguous one on whether they were ******** or not.

"No," Alexis screeched, their hand flying up to snatch the pillow out of the air, their ears a vibrant pink. "No we haven't <********>, what kind of ******** question is that?? We're just friends!"

"He says he doesn't mind if I wear his s**t," Alexis grumbled, flushing as bright as they were liable to get. "'s comfy. N' I have a key to the place, so I drop by whenever I want, cause I get better sleep here some days if I have bad nights. I don't gotta explain any of it to you." They frowned. "'Sides, Zac's basically a Disney Princess. Y'can't n' don't ******** that."

Alexis had the face of someone who wanted to either curl up and die or wring Preacher's scrawny little neck -- it was one of those, but it was difficult to tell which, with their natural tendency towards resting malevolent expressions and the additional aura of fear.

"I duped Autumn's key back in the old world, so 's not like he gave it to me;" they knew it was a losing battle, but the argument was worth a try anyways. "Look, he can ******** whoever he wants ta ********, alright? But I shouldn't be his first, if that's how it is."

"It's illegal but she was okay with it," Alexis stressed. "I told her I woulda thrown it away if she wanted, but -" they took a deep breath. "She said it was ok. And Zac says it's ok too, or I'd get rid of it. He knows I show up here when he's not -- I ain't doing anythin' bad, I promise, I just like to get out of where I'm staying and sleep somewhere else some mornings."

"No," Alexis said empathetically, throwing another pillow at Preacher; and followed it up with "And get the ******** out of the apartment, I ain't gonna be shamed like this."