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they deadass said i’m not friendly to the employees so i’m not a good fit for the front desk

Whit legged it to the ATM, keeping an eye for any Police Nationale that might be lurking around.  He supposed he could rely on Reiko’s teleporting if need be; he certainly didn’t want to argue with foreign police, considering his French was likely a little rusty.  Whit chuckled at her question.

“I can smell money, trust me.  Plus, you don’t take a vacation in France unless you have some money in the bank.  It’s expensive here you know–” Whit slid the man’s card into the slot and waited for the PIN prompt, “–in fact, I’m sure he’ll have to have plenty for us to skim off the top without anyone noticing.  At any rate, I can grab as many wallets as we need.  As long as I can find someone who triggers my instincts.”  He stared at the PIN pad for several seconds before punching in a seemingly random selection of numbers.  It spit out wads of 50 Euro bank notes, which Whit quickly stuffed in his pocket before cracking the card in half.

“There we go.  You have the entirety of France’s clothing culture at your fingertips, mon coeur.  Go wild.”  He took a few notes out of his pocket and placed them in Reiko’s hand.

“I’ve been alive a long time and I really don’t think ive ever entered a country legally.” People saving money for vacations, sometime even their lifes worth for a trip of their dreams. All she had to do was step into another dimension and she was elsewhere. Stepping away from him as he worked the ATM, she made it look like she was giving him personal space to withdraw his cash. 

There were so many humans wandering the streets, different lives and essences. Reiko found herself inhaling deeply as a group passed them. Turning her attention back to him she clapped her hands excitedly when he produced the money for her shopping trip. 

“Oh? Since when are we using pet names?” She stuck her tongue out playfully before stashing the cash he gave her into her tiny purse. Peeking around him, she noticed a men’s clothing shop nearby. 

Whit side eyed her.  “When aren’t you in the mood for trouble?”  In fact, it seemed like every time he was with Reiko he got into some kind of trouble.  “As long as I don’t have to talk to the French police we’re fine.  That would be a super not awesome end of the day, I gotta say.”  He figured there was a 50/50 chance of this happening regardless.

“Ici.”  He tapped on the driver’s headrest and the cabbie pulled them off to the side.  “Merci!”  Whit grabbed some of the cash from the man’s wallet and handed it over.  “Gardez la monnaie!”  He unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of the cab, opening the door for Reiko.

“This area has the most places to shop.  I’m not really sure about the nightlife scene around here since, like, you know, I don’t usually come here for that kind of business.”  Frankly, he wasn’t much of a partier in the first place.  He was likely going to mostly wait Reiko drink while guys slobbered all over her, but he was used to it.

“There’s an ATM over there.”  He nodded further down the street.  “Better grab the cash and run.”

He was right, she was almost always in the mood to stir up some chaos. He used the extra cash from the mans wallet for the cab fare and they went on their way. Whit informed her he wasn’t too aware of the night scene in Paris. That was unfortunate, looks like she’d have to find them a nice connection while they were there. 

“Right, lead the way of course.”

They walked past a few stores, which she made note of for later. Perhaps she’d get a whole new wardrobe while she was here. “What so we do if he’s actually broke though? It wont be hard to find more prey right?” 

“Your wish is my command.”  Whit whistled and waved down a taxi, which quickly pulled up to the curb.  Whit opened the rear door for Reiko before walking around to enter from the other side.

“Où?”  The cab driver asked as he put the car back into drive.

“Av. des Champs-Élysées, s'il vous plaît.”  The cabbie nodded before clicking the meter on.  Whit tapped on the sign that was affixed to the back of the passenger seat that had the wifi password printed on it.  “We’re going down the largest avenue.  It has a lot of clothing stores that I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”  He pulled his seat belt on as they pulled away from the curb – safety first – before continuing.

“Also, if you go to the end you’re almost at the Seine river.  Then you can take the river up to the Eiffel Tower.”  He looked out the window at the passing scenery.  “Paris has a very confusing road layout so I mostly base everything on how close to the Seine river it is.” 

The cab came quickly, and Whit was kind enough to open the door for her. He was so refreshing to be around sometimes. Settling into the backseat, she heard the click of his seat belt and smirked. Of course he’d be the safer one out of the two.

Fishing her phone out of her purse, she set the wifi and began to scroll through her various social media. At his remark, she brought her eyes away from her phone to the outside scenery around them. It was nice during the daytime, but she couldn’t wait to get a few of the night life there. 

“Good to know.” She made a mental note of it, it wasn’t likely they’d get separated. However, if duty just so happened to call she’d have to part from him for even a bit. 

Whit had serious doubts that his current outfit screamed ‘Paris high fashion’, but he was willing to let Reiko drag him wherever.  “Well I know there’s a lot of high end places if you walk down one of the many avenues off of the Arc de Triomphe.  I guess we can start there, yeah?”  He also knew that there were about a billion restaurants that he enjoyed down any of the twelve avenues, so there was no bad direction for them to walk in.

“We’re pretty close, we can probably go down here to get there.”  He led Reiko down a small street that eventually opened up into one of the large avenues.  Whit pointed at the arch, motioning at the whizzing cars circling it at the roundabout.  “You have 12 whole streets to choose from, so pick your poison.”

“Also, if we take a taxi and log into it’s wifi, we’ll have wifi all over Paris.  All the taxi’s share the same wifi.”  He nodded as if he were imparting some infinite wisdom upon her.  “Of course, as soon as you get too far away from the road you lose it, but as long as we’re walking– free wifi.”

“First you get me money, and now you have directions? I don’t know why I don’t take you on more trips.” She poked his cheek playfully now, when Reiko gets excited her hands tend to wander from time to time. As they walked down another street that opened up into a much larger area. 

“Incredible, I wonder how much damage it does having such a massive roundabout.” She mused, mostly to herself. Sometimes you don’t mind seeing a car accident or two. 

“Well, I like to think of myself as a Gemini. So take me to whichever one you’d say was the 6th street.” 

Whit was a little woozy as he took a step away from Reiko.  His teleportation powers were limited to Hell and only Hell, so he wasn’t quite as used to it as she was.  “My visits here and usually limited to some dumb diplomacy stuff, or eating a lot of food.  I’m sure we can find something.  As for money, well, my dear mademoiselle, we’re in the pick pocket capital of the world, and you just so happen to be with a world class pick pocket.”

He took a step out of the alleyway and his eye immediately locked onto an easy target.  A tourist with his wallet in his front pocket.  Ah, a foolish mistake.  Whit winked at Reiko before pulling out his phone, pretending to look at it as he practically knocked the man over.

“Excusez-moi, monsieur.”  Whit looked very apologetic as he helped him up.  “Laisse moi aider.”  The man shook his head as he gently pushed Whit out of the way.

“I don’t speak French.  It’s fine.”  Whit gave him a sad smile and waved as the man walked off.  He practically skipped back to Reiko as he handed over the man’s fat wallet.

“C’est très simple.  I almost feel bad.  We should use his bank card now and withdraw cash before he cancels it.”  

It was interesting, how different they were despite being apart of the same race. Even if he was only half demon it never bothered her once despite what his father thought of him. He sure had to learn to survive outside of hell. She watched as he easily snagged a wallet off an unsuspecting tourist. 

Crossing her arms, she was almost proud. 

“Now I don’t know what i’d do without you.” She stuck her tongue out playfully at him. Opening up the wallet she removed whatever loose cash and cards she could take before tossing the wallet in a nearby dumpster. 

“Now, shall we strip him for what he’s worth and do a little shopping? Paris’ high fashion is calling my name!” 

Whit barely had time to process Reiko leaving before she suddenly reappeared in significantly nicer clothing.  He readjusted his sunglasses nervously.  “Er– well, I don’t really have any, uh, nice clothing.  Hold on–”  Whit whipped into his bedroom and tore through his dresser as he tried to find something slightly more acceptable.  Or at least something that didn’t make him look like a hobo while standing next to her.

After finally finding something mildly appropriate – a long sleeved button down with a green argyle sweater vest and black pants – he skidded back into the living room.  “A-Alright, I guess I’m ready.”  He was pulling on his shoes as he spoke.  “I guess Paris would be fine.  I can actually use my French for once.  Also I’m sure my mom would like some of her favorite wine.”

“Also, out of all the times I’ve been there I’ve never once seen the Eiffel Tower.”  Whit linked arms with Reiko and bounced on his heels.  “Right, right, let’s go.”

Reiko tugged at the edges of her skirt to adjust the hem while he got ready. He was done fairly quickly, a simple outfit that suited him completely. In her arms she held a large fuzzy coat, she wasn’t trying to draw a ton of attention to herself by showing off a lot of skin.

“Perfect, Paris it is.” Checking her person for any missing items before they left, she smiled at him when he mentioned his mom. “Right, lets get her a nice bottle, hm?” 

“Wait, you’ve never seen it? Its so beautiful at night. We’ll have to see it too.” They linked arms and were off. She began the teleportation with him at her side, for safety reasons she landed them in an empty alleyway. Once they appeared she dawned on her large coat and a pair of sunglasses. 

Whit blew air out of his nose.  “You just want to hang out?  I don’t think anyone has ever come to my apartment with the end goal being ‘hang out’.  Usually it’s more like pulling me off to do something no one else is stupid enough to do, or using my shapeshifting powers to get somewhere no one else can, or they need some general comedic relief, or just about anything other than the express purpose of coming here to spend time with me.”

“So excuse me if I’m just slightly suspicious.”  He closed his eyes and his head rolled to the side.  “But alright, I’ll bite I ‘spose.  You just want to hang out.  I don’t exactly have anything interesting to do in my apartment – which is also extremely dirty if you haven’t noticed – so you’re gonna have to come up with something yourself since you invited yourself over.”

“As incredibly easy it is to get you to do... well literally anything. I don’t need you for anything like that. Just your company.” Sitting up slightly she looked at him, eyes squinted when he said he was suspicious. However he quickly gave that up. 

“Is your life bound to your apartment, how could you even let it get this dirty.” Flopping back down she looked up at the ceiling. He was right, yet again. Coming over was her idea, yet she had nothing else planned after that.