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Title: Savage
Oct. 4th, 2015 07:06 pmTitle: Savage
Word Count: 797
Summary: In a dystopic future, where people either have it all or have nothing. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bleodswean's prompt: “Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself?"
“Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself first?” Is Larson’s first thought as the human cashier tells him the card has been declined. He picks a second card out of his wallet, fingers twitching on it nervously as he hands it over. It’s weird to have a till manned by a person instead of being automated, but she’s probably one of the elite and they’re allowed their quirks. The card machine beeps awkwardly and the cashier gives him a half suspicious and half sympathetic look.
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Word Count: 797
Summary: In a dystopic future, where people either have it all or have nothing. Written for
bleodswean's prompt: “Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself?"“Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself first?” Is Larson’s first thought as the human cashier tells him the card has been declined. He picks a second card out of his wallet, fingers twitching on it nervously as he hands it over. It’s weird to have a till manned by a person instead of being automated, but she’s probably one of the elite and they’re allowed their quirks. The card machine beeps awkwardly and the cashier gives him a half suspicious and half sympathetic look.
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