“Can you help me split some stuff later?”
"How d'you mean?" He cocks his head, confused.
“It doesn’t matter. Are you fine with me askin you later or no?”
"Uhh... okay." He shrugs.
What's the worst that could happen, right?
Vladimir smiles and nods “I’ll try to pay you back later.” He pats him on the back.
He's still a little confused, but nods and smiles back, "Sure."
Time to figure out where the money is stored around here.
“How about some place other than KFC? I’ll never trust their chicken again.”
“Can we just make our own food in our dorms. It’s a lot less corporate.”
“I don’t have the means to make fried chicken in my dorm so no”
"So you don't make fried chicken," Lauren says with a shrug. "Simple." Her shadow mimics the shrugging motion.
"Yeah, why fry when you can cook?"
“Because I’m not an idiot”
“I can fry my rice.” Vladimir shrugs.
"Well you don't need to be mean..." He protests.
"Do you really think that a government that wiretaps innocent civilians on the regular wouldn't have at least be listening to everything in the dorms of the people they're training to be heartless killers?" Felix questions.
“Wait we’re supposed to be heartless?”
"Bad word choice." Felix mutters, barely audible. "Either way, they've been raising us as weapons. You don't think they'd be monitoring us in our own rooms?"
"I mean, I guess... Wait what are we talking about?"