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“Yeah. The cool air feels nice.” said Gar, having grabbed his garments and slipping them back on as he followed behind her. He could feel the night air against his skin, while left over beads of sweat rolled down his body.

Laughing a little as she began to walk in the direction of her apartment, she responded “Well, I was looking at it more from the angle of not being seen like this.” Not that she cared, but it was better when less people were around…but going into a specific building was something she’d rather not have anyone see except for those she introduced the apartment to.

“Ah okay.” he said with a chuckled as he walked. He was used to walking around in public just the way he was, but it was nice to be able to do so with Pam for once. At least in a way.

Keeping to the shadows and sticking to less populated roads, Pamela was able to avoid most eyes since everyone they passed (what few they did) seemed concentrated on their feet more than anything else. However, she was ready to knock anyone unconscious that became uppity at her presence. The biggest challenge for her was always getting into the building like this, but this time it wasn’t hard at all. Once the two of them had gotten inside, she rested her back against the door and sighed in relief.

Gar smiled as he walked in behind her and looked over the apartment, seeing as he hadn’t been there in so long. It still seemed so quaint for someone like Pam. A nice little place that didn’t draw attention.

After leaning against the wall for a few moment, she stood back up and walked over to the small couch before falling on it back first. Had she any shoes on when she landed, she would have kicked those off. Letting her toes twiddle in the air as her calves propped themselves up on one of the armrests, she looked over at him. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge. That food is there for you.”

He nodded and went to the fridge, getting some veggie patties out and setting up the pan on the stove. He got some buns, ketchup and mustard for the sandwich. Also pouring himself a glass of OJ. Whenever the two of them were in the forest, Gar had gotten used to the plants providing for him. They seemed more than happy to toss some fruit his way. Guess that meant they had taken a liking to him being there. He had to admit, the floor of the apartment and even the concrete outside had seemed a bit foreign to him now that he was so used to Pam’s forest.

Pamela herself was not fond of the apartment, but the way the plants had been reacting in the forest had her worried. And any disconnect from the green at this point was a relief, and would stop the mysterious messages in her head that were randomly sent by the flora. For the first time in a while, she felt safe in man-made structures…though not comfortable, and definitely not at home. Her head poked up over the back of the sofa, with only her eyes and up showing as she watched him with partial interest. Not that she was hungry; living the life of a ‘normal’ human just…dulled her.