Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 204 - A Lot Of Effort Just To Not Take A Car

The ease of spending money with just a few taps feels dangerous in a way that handing over hard coins never did. Even the ride I’m taking now is really easy to forget about the cost of, without handing anything over directly before or after.

> Even if it is more convenient and arguably spreads less common ’communicable’ disease... it still feels like it is spreading a tendency to underthink! <

Being dropped off at my apartment for the second box goes faster than I feel I could have taken otherwise. Though trying once more the other way around in a vehicle was not so impressive.

It ended up taking almost the same amount of time to get out of the dense traffic and number of stoplights as it did to walk through it all... especially with waiting on the driver to arrive. According to him, who apologized once only while explaining what ’this time of day’ was like for his service, such a trip would be faster when it is not the ’lunch rush’.

This of course causes me to stop at the grocery store on my walk back even without my new canvas bags. The mundane task of selecting food is made more tedious, perhaps, because of the amount I can consume now.

> And the number of looks I get for holding onto this many items without slowing my pace is probably not good. I must be overdoing it, if I want to look human. <

Vrika doesn’t seem to have much of an opinion on that, sending impressions that suggest the werewolves it was part of lived quite free and independent. The Rimecoat - and many other packs in this modern era - were a bit unnatural, spending so much time hiding their other forms.

The spirit’s assertion again makes me think that they must have some sort of location where they can transform and roam freely, without worry. For the Duskpaw, the pack runs were done to ’blow off steam’ more than specific tradition.

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Once I have all the food squared away in its places in the fridge and pantry, I’d taken one bag into my room. At the small clothing section of the store I entered, I picked up what passes as a simple jogging outfit from what I’d seen others wearing.

Dark leggings with reflective stripes down the sides and a fitted ’high-visibility’ orange top that will let me move through the city quickly without any of the odd looks I’d been worried I would attract. Rapid walking was starting to feel limiting if my goal is making round trips like this.

In this world, people who move with that much purpose are expected to be obviously exercising. So I may as well look the part!

"A small adaptation, but hopefully an effective one."

Now I just have to be careful not to run at full speed. After changing into the clothes, posing in front of the mirrors, and taking the absolutely necessary set of pictures... I realize I did forget one thing.

Or actually, someone else realized it after I sent them a photo and a question. Planning which routes would have the best mix of light - but still existent - foot traffic and which parks nearby the apartment might be best to use to hopefully reduce my own ’steam’ buildup.

BK: [My system does keep some information like this so here is a link.

C: [I have no idea what I am looking at other than Vossden underneath.]

BK: [Heat maps overlaid on the city streets, built from traffic cam footage. Separated into pedestrian and vehicular and searchable by hour of the day and day of the week.]

BK: [Also, I’m not actually an expert, but I think most people use a different kind of bra when they go running regularly. Wait one moment.]

Considering I’ve lived with a luxuriously large chest for my entire adult-sized fox shifter life, I can see what she means immediately. Shifting to a beast for any distant runs was my usual go to - otherwise the complex bounce and sway could start to be painful.

Werewolf biology does seem to be just a little better than the human form of my own old body. The times I’ve led the rogues in the city on a chase, I recall a feeling of some of the musculature around the area firming in a way that I don’t think exists for normal humans.

"Of course it doesn’t, I was performing a partial shift at those times! But completing the look would still be a good idea... and if it helps prevent any physical complications that I don’t yet understand, all the better."

> Yes, yes, I know your healing is impressive and that I’d probably be fine. But why put either of us through that if throwing a small amount of money will solve it? <

BK: [Alright, I’ve figured it out. Do you mind if I go ahead and order one? I can get it rushed and send it along with the neutralizer this evening.]

C: [Sure. Thanks.]

C: [Wait, do you already know my measurements?]

I don’t actually recall if I’ve ever bragged about them. It does sound like me, but...

BK: [Anise shared them with the fashion designer as part of getting him on board with hiring you.]

BK: [I mean, interviewing you. Sorry! I’m just so confident that you’ll have the job based on everything I know.]

Touching the lilac square in the inventory keeping section of the Apocalypse system... I store the first mattress while wondering if I should pretend that it isn’t terrifying how far her invasion of the conversations that others have go.

> I’m going to assume it was texted to him. I’d love to believe that. Because the thought of her listening in to voice calls? <

In my mindscape I hug tight onto the black wolf... mortified that Claire may have been listening in to my speaking to her boss this morning. Which only causes me to play back all of it in my head like I had been trying not to do.

I really shouldn’t have done that.

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