i lov u jean, but do u ever meet cats on a different celestial plane before entering this world to flex on a murderer u just met
I smile, the idea of a killer loving cats so much. We play with the cats in silence for a few moments, but this causes my mind to wander adn think about what Kai and Yuki and Celia are doing. Suddenly, I have an idea. I glance at Jean, a suspicious grin on my face.
"How would Prince feel about having another friend?"
Jean's eyes widen as he leans back against the wall, raising an apprehensive hand.
"Hey, you're staying at my house until you find a place for your own, you're not moving in. Plus, Prince is antisocial, he doesn't want a friend."
Jean looks away as he pets another cat.
"As much as I love cats, Prince is different from these guys. I didn't exactly adopt him." He mutters, a cat curling into his lap and falling asleep within minutes.
I look away, sort of embarrassed. "Right, sorry," I take the last bite of my food and return to Charles. I scratch him under the chin and he purrs in response. "Um," I try again. "Where do you find Prince?"
Until you find a place for your own.
I realize I have to restart my life eventually. How? I don't even know what college I went to. Or if I went. Or what degree I have. Charlies licks my hand. Oh, you're lucky Charles. You don't have to worry about memory.
Jean closes his eyes, a hint of a smirk creeping up the corners of his mouth as he mentally recounts the story. "He was only a kitten, I found him on the side of the road. Don't know where his family had gone, maybe he decided to wander and got lost, but," He paused, placing his hands behind his head and resting against his palms, "I wasn't about to leave him alone, so I took him with me."
He inhaled deeply, opening his eyes to look at you suspiciously.
"I've held it back long enough, but I think it's time I ask about you. Who were those guys you were talking to before you entered the building last night?"
I open my mouth to reply to Prince's story, but Jean decides to change the topic.
"I've held it back long enough, but I think it's time I ask about you. Who were those guys you were talking to before you entered the building last night?" he says, eyeing me.
I shrug, "One claims to be my friend, which I'm not sure how that's true, and the other, well I have no clue. They're awfully secretive." I furrow my brow, while also realizing I am no longer petting a cat. Charles must have ran off somewhere. I pull my knees up to my chest. "Kai says he's coming back, but I don't know how he expects to find me."
"Right, you lost your memory." He muttered, scooting closer to you awkwardly so you could pet one of the cats surrounding him.
"Do you know what you remember?" He suggests, not exactly sure how to handle such a situation as memory loss, but attempting to make conversation anyway. He silently checked the time on his phone before putting it back in his pocket and turning back to look at you.
A dark silvery cat sneaks up on me, smelling my fingers before it allows me to pet it's head. "Do you know what you remember?" Jean asks, checking the time.
"It's kind of weird. I can't remember my life, but I remember basic life facts and facts about my personality and what I like and stuff. I don't really remember anything modern? If that makes sense? Like, I didn't know what ELife was. But I know that, um, grass is green," I mutter the last part despite the fact that I know it's true. "Also, what time is it? Should we go shopping now or�"
Jean nods, listening to you.
"Would you like to hear more about ELife? Other than the fact that one of it's valued employees was assassinated last night?"
As you ask the last question, he nods, picking up the cat from his lap and standing up. He places the cat gently on the chair next to him and offers you a hand in standing up as well.
"I'll tell you about ELife in the car."
The two of you exit the lounge, quietly put your shoes back on, and leave the building, returning to the car.
I laugh at his joke and we make our way back to the car. I think about the idea of cyborgs and wonder if perhaps I was born in the wrong generation.
"So, ELife?" I prompt, pulling my seat belt on. Jean sticks the keys into the ignition and we pull out of the cafe lot. I spot a sign that says Ohio which leads me to think of whether if I live in Ohio or another state. Did I have a job here? I'd probably be fired by now.
Jean starts the ignition and drives out of the parking lot, clearing his throat as he nods.
"ELife started as a simple electric appliances company, creating things that we didn't need in the first place, but they started to get big after they teased that there was something super big in the works."
Jean took a few turns, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel when he stopped at an intersection.
"That was several years ago, and last year they finally came out with cyborgs. Right now, the cyborgs are only replacing police, but I'm willing to bet they'll start to take all the jobs." He sighed heavily, shaking his head in disappointment as he rolls his eyes.
"People think that's good, but humans need work. Taking the easy way out is only going to create more problems. Easy Life, Efficient Life, Economical Life, that's their slogan, but it's bullshit."
"That would definitely cause the economy to crash. People, companies, they'd lose a lot of money," I comment. "But, are there actually people who are signing up to be slave robots? Or are they lying to the customers?"
Finally Jean turns into a fair sized mall. I stare at it. wow! what else do i say
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thank you
Jean shrugs, parking the car and turning it off, looking at you.
"Well, they don't advertise them to be cyborgs. They advertise them as androids, or fully robot. I know they're not because I've been in that building, so I've taken a look at a few of their files. Those poor kids, the first hundred or so thought they were signing up for a harmless social experiment. They had families."
He shoots you an obviously fake smile as he opens the car door, taking in a breath of the fresh air.
"Let's try not to bring that up while we're in the mall, sound good? Some of the mall security are androids." He muttered to you, putting a specific emphasis on the word 'androids'.
I frown, feeling bad for the poor people who had to be turned into a robot. I couldn't imagine the pain.
"Let's try not to bring that up while we're in the mall, sound good? Some of the mall security are androids."
I nod, kind of scared of androids, cyborgs, whatever. "Sure thing, captain."
We walk into the mall, but I'm not sure where to go. I don't remember any stores or brands. I look to Jean desperately. "I don't remember anything about fashion." lets shoplift im kidding
Jean furrows his brow at you, but doesn't acknowledge the captain.
He looks you up and down before shrugging and shaking his head.
"I don't know either, let's just go to the nearest clothes shop and you can pick what you want."
then he walks you into claire's
He looks forward along with you, both of your eyes falling onto Victoria's Secret. He exchanges glances with you before turning away to walk to a JCPenny.
"Let's start here."
"I don't know either, let's just go to the nearest clothes shop and you can pick what you want."
The first store we see is Victoria's Secret, which features a brightly pink store and a fuck ton of lingerie and bras and other girly bullshit. I snicker when Jean turns to the next store.
We walk inside the store and find the woman's section, except I hate all of the clothes. I decide on a random shirt, just to make Jean feel better. No time to be indecisive. It's a light pink shirt with small writing on the left breast that reads, 'love.' I shrug at him, "Should I try it on?"
Jean shrugs as he turns to lead you to the fitting rooms. Once you two arrive he pauses at the entrance and mutters to you,
"I'll find something for myself while I'm waiting." While you work on trying on the shirt, Jean walks away, grabbing whatever caught his eye, immediately returns, and enters another fitting room. By the time you walk out, he's already in, but it doesn't take him long to get into it as well. When he stepped out, he was wearing a white button up with faded brown stripes going across the shirt, the shirt itself unbuttoned, revealing a white tee, along with dark teal high-waisted jeans.
"Hey, that shirt looks good on you." He mutters, smirking.
"Thanks!" I blush, posing in the shirt that's not really that special, but the compliment makes me feel better about it. "You don't look so bad yourself," I smile, looking him up and down. I gasp.
"I have an idea to pass the time! You pick me an outfit and I pick you one and we both have to try it on, no matter how ridiculous," I suggest with a mischievous plastered on my face. hehe
Jean sort of hesitates, but it was evident he was already going to agree to it; he only knew he was going to regret such a thing. He shrugs and nods his head.
"Okay, fine, but you have to pick from the men's section, alright?" He mutters, raising a suspicious eyebrow at you.
I wave him away, taking off to the men's section. Despite my intentions, I didn't actually find anything ridiculous enough so I go for stylish. But, everything is either too hipster or would simply look weird on Jean. Suddenly I come a cross a shirt I know Jean would adore. Maybe.
I pass a few security guards, questioning if they were cyborgs or not. I try not to make eye contact with them.
Finally, I pick out a pair of black jeans with slits at the knees. I don't know Jean's size, so I guess and hope it'll fit. Next is a plain dark blue belt, and the finishing top - a soft periwinkle sweater with a cat head stitched on the right side this time. I stack everything on my arm and head back to the fitting rooms to meet Jean, excitement coursing through my veins.
Jean returns with his own stack of clothes, immediately noticing the sweater in your arms and rolling his eyes.
"You found that in the men's section?" He questioned, handing you your clothes. The clothes he picked for you consisted of a gray sweatshirt with long sleeves, a black leather belt and light colored jeans, along with a knitted maroon long sweater that reached just above your knees.
I frown. "If you don't want it, I'll gladly buy it myself. Guy clothes are softer anyways," I tease, taking the clothes he picked. Surprisingly enough, the outfit is rather fashionable. After slipping into them, I step out of the changing rooms to see Jean in the stupid cat sweater. We both look into the mirror at the outfits.
I tilt my head as I admire his choices. "How do I look?"
He looks you up and down with a more noticeable grin than usual.
"Looks nice on you, is it comfortable?"
He asks, adjusting himself in the sweater, puffing out his chest in fake confidence when you comment on his.
"Maybe we should buy them, I mean all I have is a bunch of blue sweatshirts anyway." He mutters, shrugging.
I raise my eyebrows. I knew it, he secretly loves the sweater.
"Why not? What else would you spend your money on anyways?" I grin, and we head on our way to the checkout counter, but there's no one there. I decide to ask Jean a question while we wait for someone to check us out. "So why did you decide to do the job that you do?" Fun? Money? Some twisted inner evil? Maybe he's a psychopath. Well, no shit, he murders people. But why?
Jean turns his head to look at you with a curious expression on his face.
"Do you want an answer to justify myself or do you want the truth?"
He mutters as a young employee approaches the two of you. He remains silent while the employee bags your clothes, gives Jean the price, and Jean pays. The two of you start to make your way back into the main mall area, Jean leading you to the cafeteria.
"Thanks for the clothes," I mutter as Jean hands the employee the money. As soon as we leave, I say, "Well if I wanted a lie then why would I ask you in the first place? Tell me the truth." He leads me to the cafeteria which makes me realize how much time has gone by and how hungry I was already.
He shrugs his shoulders, sitting down at a moderately isolated table from other people as he appeared relaxed and nonchalant in his chair, despite being about to answer a question about his illegal job in the middle of a mall.
"Money. Well, that's one of the reasons. I think it's almost comical that people would give money for something they're perfectly capable of doing themselves. Sure, you might say they themselves can't 'pull the trigger', but if you're asking someone else, you still want it to be done. You're still involved." He pauses, leaning back in his chair as he raises an eyebrow.
"We're all human; that's our redemption and our downfall." He watches as a robotic security guard walks by, wholly unaware.
"That's why those things could wipe us out. They were deprived of the only thing that made them human. Now they're just killing machines. Which brings us back to why I do what I do. Call it pest control."
I leaned on my hand, watching Jean as he goes off on a tangent about humans. For the first time I realized how deep his voice is, and how expressive he is in contrast to when I first met him. I smile as his eyes flutter here and there, and his face scrunching up at some random human fact. I thought about how Kai and Yuki talked. Yuki, with his fancy big words, and constant pushing up of his glasses. Kai, who wasn't always looking straight at you but you didn't mind, and his anxious fidgeting.
"Call it pest control," Jean finishes, arms crossed.
"What are the other reasons?" I pry, leaning in.