Inside the Louis Vuitton clothing store
At the same time as the previous scene.
"How's this one? Here, try this too."
Sera was helping little Sally dress in the fitting room. At this point, it wouldn't be wrong to say Sally was basically a walking wallet.
But realizing she might've gone overboard, Sera removed the unnecessary items and left just the coat, jacket, scarf, and a French-style beret—just enough to help the girl blend in without attracting too much attention.
"How is it? You like it?"
"...Y-Yes…"
She took Sally by the hand and led her out of the fitting room, only to find the three boys standing there chatting while staring at the store mannequins.
"Look at this."
Syd flicked a mannequin's butt.
"Seriously though, putting dumb letters on a pair of $5 pants and selling them for $500—people really fall for that?"
"Well, if you've got the money, why not?"
Mickey shrugged.
"Money's not enough. You gotta be dumb too. And not just any dumb—grade-A, daddy-died-of-stupidity dumb."
None of them cared that the store staff were standing right there with awkward smiles.
Toshi picked out a leopard-print jacket and French beret and dressed Mickey up, then slung a purse around his neck.
Syd: "If you add high heels, you'll look like a Pattaya escort."
Toshi: "Sex worker, thank you very much."
Syd: "I'm calling it what I want, alright? Freedom of speech, you fascist."
Mickey: "So? How do I look? Am I hot?"
He struck a sexy pose.
It was probably hilarious enough to make Sera burst out laughing—if it weren't for the fact that... he actually looked good.
She knew Mickey was a guy... but just throwing on those clothes, for a moment she honestly thought he was a woman. Her heart skipped a beat.
Damn… Mannix… you're dangerously pretty...
Syd sighed. "But still got a dick... ugh, life."
"Welcome to the new world," said Toshi.
"No thanks."
Syd turned to Sera.
"Done yet?"
"Yeah."
She replied curtly, pulling out her credit card to swipe everything in one go.
"…Wait a sec."
Syd stopped her, grabbed a pair of sunglasses from a nearby display, and placed them on the counter.
"This too."
"Sunglasses? You already have a pair."
"They're for her." He pointed at Sally, who was still clinging to his leg.
"Okaay~."
And just like that, the purchase was complete.
"…So, who are we handing Sally over to? Those two teleporters?"
"…No. This time's different."
Syd shook his head.
"We're heading back to London to switch planes, then flying straight to Moscow."
"…Moscow?! As in Russia?"
"Yep. Sending the kid with those two is too risky. Where we're going is way beyond their teleport range. If we're unlucky, they might get intercepted mid-jump."
"…So we're switching planes—to one of your agency's?"
"Exactly. If your private plane could land at our base, it wouldn't be much of a secret base, would it?"
"…And how long are we staying in Russia?"
"No idea. We might end up traveling the whole damn world. New intel just dropped. I'll explain more once we're airborne."
"Oh shit… I didn't even grab anything from my condo! I only brought a few changes of clothes!"
Sera panicked, but Mickey, who was putting clothes back on the rack, chimed in.
"I took care of that already."
"…Huh? What do you mean?"
"Your place. I cleaned it out. Grabbed all your stuff—shampoo, conditioner, everything."
"WHAAAAAAT!?!?"
Sera's jaw dropped. She was about to launch into him when Mickey raised a finger to her lips.
"Except your school uniform and stuff you don't need."
"You psycho! How would you know what I need?!"
"I just do."
He stepped up to her, close enough to breathe on her forehead.
"Ugh—?!"
Sera backed off a step. Mickey continued.
"I've seen your patterns. I know how you live."
"Bullshit… you've only been around me for, like, two days."
"Two days is more than enough."
"…You packed… everything?"
"Yep."
"…Everything in my wardrobe?"
"Yep."
Sera's face flushed red.
"You… y-you…!"
Then Mickey realized what she meant.
"Oh. Yeah, your underwear too."
"…All black, huh? But there's one red one. Planning to get spicy with someone?"
"…!!!!!"
"Didn't know you were stuffing the cups, either."
Chaos broke loose inside the boutique. The staff were too terrified to intervene.
Mickey Mannix was grabbed by the collar and punched square in the jaw by Sera.
"You bastard, MANNIX!!! FUCK HEA--!!!"