Envyshipping (Rebecca Hopkins/Mazaki Anzu)
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This was the third hair tie of hers that had snapped today—what was wrong with them? Rebecca growled as her hair floofed out horrible with static again, trying to brush it down with her fingers. She wanted it out of her face for this, goddamn.
She had to put her sign down, stepping out of the way of the majority of the crowd at the protest and leaning her big sign that just said "a woman's place is in the resistance" against her knees. She didn't have any more hair ties, damn...those were the only three she had had for years and now they were all breaking—she didn't need this right now in the middle of the protest.
"Hey, are you okay—oh!"
Rebecca looked up, blinking through her smudged glasses to see who was there.
"Anzu-chan?" she said, surprised. "What are you doing here—this is—New York!"
"I could ask you the same thing," Anzu said, smiling as she slipped free of the crowd to meet Rebecca. "Oh, are you having trouble with your hair? Hang on, I have another scrunchie."
She set her own sign down—something that looked a lot cleaner than Rebecca's messy painted letters that read "respect resistance or expect resistance." She found a scrunchie and walked behind Rebecca, quick fingers running through Rebecca's hair and pulling it into an expert ponytail.
"There, is that too tight?" she asked.
"No, that's perfect! Thanks!" Rebecca said, turning to grin at her. "But wow! Fancy meeting you here!"
"I'm an official student of America, you know," Anzu said with a laugh. "I'm not gonna sit down and watch while the rest of you ladies are out here fighting."
"We're glad to have you," Rebecca said. "Grandpa had an exhibition in New York this weekend, and there wasn't a march going on near my house anyway. So here I am too."
"What are the chances, right?" Anzu said. "It's great to see you! We need to hang out after."
"Of course!" Rebecca said. "Wow, I'm just—really glad I ran into you. I lost grandpa a while ago in the crowd."
Anzu laughed, her hair bouncing around her head, and she picked up her sign, hooking her arm into Rebecca's.
"Well, let's go protest some shitty politicians together, then," she said. "Can't be any harder than fighting ancient gods, right?"
Rebecca had to laugh out loud at that, picking up her own sign.
"Let's go back to work," she said.
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A/N: and you thought I wouldn't ever get political in this series. B) Next is Encourageshipping (Anzu x Yugi x Yami no Yugi).
