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[Henry's clearly garnered a surprising amount of entertainment from this food court outing, weirdly pleased about this ridiculous unicorn cookie cake.]

Great. We'll leave it in the kitchen.

[UNICORN CAN THANK HIM LATER

But Henry at least won't make Alec carry the food again, as hilarious as that would be. All the takeout, still untouched, will simply lift up and float after them both whenever they make their way through the brand new portal.]

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[ This just serves to have Alec make a mental note not to leave Henry unsupervised in an actual mall, one day.

Though he does appreciate not having to carry everything. Having a psychic boyfriend does sure have its perks, even if it's Henry's fault they're having to deal with all this anyway. In any case, the takeout gets deposited into the fridge. Alec tacks a note onto the fridge door with a magnet, encouraging their teammates to please eat all of this food for the love of god, and then it's back through the portal into the mall proper.

Alec waves it closed behind him. ]

I hope you know I wasn't planning on spending my morning doing actual work.

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[Season 3 was Henry Creel Left Unattended at A Mall, the Show. The universe never, ever needs this.

But anyway, with the food put away and a desperate plea for help left on the fridge, they return to the mall through the portal yet again. Henry is just a step or two behind Alec when it closes behind them.]

Did I put a damper on your plans? But we still have plenty of time to kill, and at least that's one less portal to worry about.

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I guess.

[ He's kind of glad to have something so convenient out of the way already, but he's still gonna bitch about it. ]

Anyway, let's keep going.

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[Alec please.]

Don't pout, Alec. I won't make you work anymore.

[Looks like all that's here is a food court, so it's up the next escalator they go!]

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[ Just. Makes a face. He's not pouting! (He is.)

And up the escalator they go to... more empty floors. ]

I'm beginning to think someone just straight up asked for a dying mall.

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[He's totally pouting.

And exciting, more empty floors!!! How much of this mall is empty, as opposed to actually brimming with stores? Their voices practically echo.]

And why would anyone want that? This prison might just be losing its potency when it comes to creating new things. I bet there's more above us.

[striketwice]

Here's hoping, otherwise we're gonna ride escalators all day for nothing but Chinese takeout.

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And the cookie cake.

[Don't forget the cookie cake!]

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[ The fondest of exasperated eyerolls. ]

How could I forget?

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[Alec is a saint for humoring Henry. He just chuckles.]

It's the best part.

[Well, no point in hanging around. UP MORE ESCALATORS, RIGHT? Henry's expectations aren't high at this point, as they ascend slowly to another floor, but when they arrive...

They're greeted with a clothing store this time.]

Oh? Look at that.

[striketwice]

[ It's the only way in which he is a saint tbh. ]

Huh. What's this? A whole other source of clothes besides the costume shop?

[ He has yet to realize it's all 1950's fashion.... ]

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[Henry's the first to realize it, though, drawing close and stepping into the store. Oh, yes. It's almost surreal, like transitioning back into that era in his memories, the style of clothing of the time, men and women's wear alike. Even the interior of the store...

He isn't sure how to feel about it. That strange sense of nostalgia, unbidden.

Well. At least in his estimation, there's nothing particularly radical about the clothing on display. He already almost dresses like this, in his neatly pressed trousers and button-up shirts.]

It seems like it.

[He looks over his shoulder at Alec, grinning.]

You should pick an outfit out for yourself.

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[ It hits Alec a second later. He barely missed the 50s but some of the fashion lingered. And then of course he's seen how Henry dresses. ]

If I wanted to dress like this, I'd just raid your closet.

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[lol wow fuck you (fond)]

Even my closet isn't like this. And besides, what's wrong with it?

[striketwice]

It's from the 1950's, for one.

No offense.

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Not a fan?

[Hardly offended. He holds no special love for that decade, childhood or otherwise.]

I can’t really envision you as buttoned-up, anyway. Though I can see you as a greaser.

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[ He makes a face. ]

I'll stick with "grungy, 2000s-something bachelor", thanks.

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[How can anyone want to describe their style as “grungy” and be fine with that-]

Well, I’m going to take advantage of this place and pick out a few things. Save an item box request or two.

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[ bro when was the last time you used the item box ]

You're carrying whatever you grab. I don't want to go back down to the food court after every little thing.

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[you shut up]

Carrying my own bags? You're such a gentleman. [As always... giving him shit. But sure, he can accept this.] But fine. I'll just put my powers to good use.

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See? I am a gentleman. I don't want you to get rusty.

[ Alec counters by being a smug little shit, as usual. ]

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[They could do this all day. But at some point, someone has to give -- and this time, it's Henry, who just gives Alec a Look.]

Of course not.

[WELL HE'S GONNA SHOP AROUND FOR A LITTLE, THEN.

...Though despite his claim of using his powers to carry multiple bags, Henry ends up only picking two or three outfits that can be neatly folded into one. Sometime in-between all of that:]

Are you really not going to look around even a little?

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[ While Henry's shopping around, Alec has posted up near a mannequin somewhere and is leaning against the fixture moodily. ]

Yeah, really. I'm not keen on dressing like one of the kids from Grease.

[ Alec does Henry even know what that is— ]

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[Both the production and the film happened during his years in LAB PRISON, so no, unless he specifically goes looking into the memories of the people he’s killed.

You know, as you do.]

And is that supposed to mean something to me?