[God knows what Pickles was even doing in Sector Four, at the moment except trying to find something to do. Recent unemployment due to reasons of accidentally killing his band opened up a lot of free time in his schedule, and everything worth going to was in Sector Four--at least everything that wasn't in Sector One, which he was trying to avoid for the time being.
So there he was, bumming around the mall like he did when he was a teenager. He haunted the record store for a while, bought a cinnamon bun from a kiosk near the escalators, and was currently heading elsewhere.
That's when Pickles finds himself in danger of bumping into someone walking in the opposite direction. He anticipates the sensation of a mild collision (especially when they don't seem to see him yet, as far as he knows), but he still doesn't move. He waits on them to be the first to look up and go. Mall chicken is the most superior bird, after all.]
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So there he was, bumming around the mall like he did when he was a teenager. He haunted the record store for a while, bought a cinnamon bun from a kiosk near the escalators, and was currently heading elsewhere.
That's when Pickles finds himself in danger of bumping into someone walking in the opposite direction. He anticipates the sensation of a mild collision (especially when they don't seem to see him yet, as far as he knows), but he still doesn't move. He waits on them to be the first to look up and go. Mall chicken is the most superior bird, after all.]