[Baroona gives her a look but throws her a dime–stomping out his cigarette before darting inside. The automatic doors still freak him out, though not as much as the scope of the mall they walk into. Gigantic and sprawling, he stands in the lobby dumbfounded and with people staring. Ignoring the people, he looks towards the lights, fluorescent and mind-numbing, glittering off the sleek metallic surfaces everywhere. He looks to his most despised–the escalators that have single-handedly taken the place of stairs and a twin shaft of elevators, dinging and opening incessantly. With an almost worried expression, he glances back towards Mikoto.
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