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[whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com]

Tobias doesn't like Metropolis all that much, but it's not as bad as it could be. After all, it's not really a... metropolis. Not a bustling one. Sure there are tons of refugees, but that's just a drop in the bucket of what the city is designed to handle.

He's spent the past few days watching Rachel work out. She runs hard, practices gymnastics, and generally pushes herself. He's not surprised by the pushing, but it's new to see her working out her human body. Not that he disagrees with her reasoning, of course.

And it's been nice just to be near her again. He feels like the three years without her were a bad dream.

He's been out hunting, and now he's gliding back to their most recent crash space.

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[theresnodoor]

Normally if she's going to work out her human body at all, it's something extremely active - running, gymnastics. But with the possibility of a teacher on the horizon and a few tips from him or how to get greater control of movement, Rachel's actually taking advice from someone for once.

She'd laid out her sleeping bag again and is lying on her back atop it, doing sit-ups. Tobias' shadow alerts her to him first and she stops long enough to find him in the sky and smile, lifting a hand to wave.

[tobeclosetohim]

Metropolis is a big place.

A place everyone, even not bird-people, has to get out now and again.

Which is why there's a petite, blonde, dressed in tight jeans, a thin long sleeve shirt, walking through the ruins outside of it, wandering further and further from the ruckus of civilization.

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

So, there are times you need to check out a building for a future burglary without looking like you're doing it, and your face happens to be well-known among the neighbourhood.

Sure, Tom could disguise himself. Or he could be lazy and spend time snuggling with his boyfriend, because ratskins do have a built-in disguise.

In Metropolis, there's a rat in an alleyway, perched on a trashcan, loitering innocently.