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Alex agreed, because of course they did. But the second they stepped inside the RV they shook their head and snapped the place clean, updated on the inside. The doors to the cupboards all stayed shut now, and the appliances were no longer grimy. Morgan walked in proud of themself, explaining how they had rebuilt the engine themselves before pausing, looking around until their gaze landed on their spouse. “Redecorating already?”
Alex rolled their eyes. “I’m assuming you’ve already packed for both of us.” After a single nod, the S Tier villain snapped their bags onto the bed, which squeaked and sagged. “Oh, hell no.” They looked horrified at the single bed that was so clearly as old and worn out as the rest of the bucket of junk. Snapped one of their personal favorite kinds of mattress into existence where the creaky one used to be.
Neither Alex nor Morgan acknowledged the fact that Alex could have pretty easily made a second bed, a pocket dimension that meant they could have a whole house attached to the RV. “You rebuilt the whole engine? How long have you been planning this?”
“The road trip? Since our last one. You hated it so much but they’re the best kind of vacation and you didn’t give it a fair shot.” Morgan went towards the map and Alex figured it made sense, they had been planning the honeymoon since before the wedding. Had that self-satisfied smirk they always wore when they were particularly proud of a planned heist. “Look at it! We’ve got a combination of city heists and grand displays of power at famous landmarks. And here Ohio James is supposed to catch up to us just long enough for us to steal an artifact from right under his nose.” They laughed. “It’ll be great! I even made a pitstop at the world’s largest rubber band ball so you can see just how hard you can bounce it.”
Alex laughed, shaking their head and sliding into the passenger seat, appearing a cup of blood of their enemies for themself and a cup of Morgan’s awful concoction they called blood of their enemies. “I suppose we should get going, then. And you said there was an actual vacation too? Is it too much to hope it’ll be as relaxing as Cancun was?”
“Oh, it’ll be even better,” Morgan promised.