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Brandon and RMS sit at the front counter of the iFrame store; the former stares off into space with his face resting against his hand as the latter sets a newspaper to the side. The clock ticks quietly, echoing across the otherwise unusually silent room. Faint and distant chatter can be heard coming from outside, but it doesn't appear to be from any of the plaza's regulars.
"S'quiet in here," Brandon mumbles, letting out a tired yawn and smacking his lips as he faceplants onto the counter, "I could take a nap or sm'th'n..." RMS sighs as he buries his face into his hands, pinching the bridge of where his nose would be if he had one. Despite this, there isn't a response, and lets his arms drop back to his sides.
Tick.
Tick.
Ding!
The two immediately snap their gaze up to the door as it opens. Carol stands in the doorway, gaze fixated on the floor as she holds a few unframed photos in her hands; she's nearly trembling; breaths ragged and shaky as she forces back the urge to suddenly burst into tears and sob. She stares at the floor, taking a moment to compose herself, before dragging her feet over to the counter.
RMS sits up straight and gives a quick nudge to Brandon to get his attention. Grumbling, he lifts his head off the counter, but immediately stops and quickly shoots up straight as well at the sight of a customer. "Hello, ma'am, how may we, uh, help you today?"
"Hey, Carol," RMS says alongside Brandon, "you doing okay...?"
Carol responds with a quiet and shaky, "hey..." as she carefully sets the photos down. She takes another deep breath before continuing, "I... was just here to ask if you two could frame some of these..." Hurt, pain, and grief lace her tone as she stumbles over her words trying to speak. "K... KO's funeral... it's in a few days, and—" a lump forms in her throat as it goes dry, and she lets out a harsh, wheezy cough.
"Hey, hey, take it easy," RMS says, holding his arms out in front of himself in an attempt to reassure Carol. "We can frame them."
"Yeah, 't's chill, don't worry bro, " Brandon adds, "we gotchu."
Carol sucks in a deep breath as she rubs her eyes and gives a shaky nod, trying her best to manage the painful feeling of grief that surges through her entire being. "Thank you," she whispers.