"Honestly? I don't really have an answer to that. Back home, I keep myself neutral to all the politics going around. Nothing too special about that, I suppose, " Justine thought over her question. "You?"

Mickey shook her head. "I'm nothing special."

Mickey stepped in after her and looked around. Like any typical name brand store in a mall. Different names though. "Let's head to athletics maybe?"

Mickey stepped in front of her, leading the way. "You can ask questions, I'll try to answer,"

Justine followed behind her, looking around her curiously. "What is this place? Stores in a big building?" And on and on and on.

"And what's that?" Justine pointed at the escalators. Looked like dangerously moving stairs.

Noctixmo yawned as his head started to cloud from the whiskey. He had almost finished the bottle. He stood up and rubbed his forehead before noticing the dirt on his hand. He knew much of the contents of the apartment, some human settlements back home had managed to keep them working. He found the bathroom and immediately recognised the shower. Perhaps it was the whiskey, but he felt tempted to further indulge in this dream. He unfastened his bracer and unstrapped his shoulderpad then removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower, turning it on.

Huh. Justine nodded. "It's a lot different back at home. We didn't have any of these technologies."

"A good few hundred years before all this, " Justine nodded, still in awe of the sights.

Mickey stopped at the sports section and looked at her quietly. "Lemme know if I can help but there's pants, shorts, shirts, and I'd suggest a jacket probably."

Noctixmo finished showering and dried himself off before putting his pants back on. He looked at himself in the mirror before clutching a cross shaped pendant he had around his neck. Asides from his wings, the sole reminder of his former residence in Heaven. He sighed and opened a window in his apartment. The evening breeze was surprisingly warm. He reached into his pants pocket and took out a packet of cigarettes - something of rarity in his home world. He held it in his mouth and used his hands to ignite a small ember and light it. He took a puff as he looked out the window at the sprawling city below, his thoughts drifting deeper and deeper.