"What doesn’t kill you gives you XP."

     ”Uhh, o-olives, maybe. But I really l-like mushrooms, too. One of my, erm, s-sort-of friends calls me Mushroom.” She twisted up her face slightly. Stupid Hagakure, with his stupid nicknames. “But whatever you w-want is fine with me. I really d-don’t mind. I mean… I’m not super h-hungry yet.”

She giggled, nodding. "Mushroom is cute, if its okay with you, I'll just call you Touko or Fukawa until I can nickname you myself." Pocketing the menus, the girls walked back towards their dorm. Sighing, she held her arms behind her head, gazing up at the twilight sky. "I guess we can just rest in our room and unpack some things until we get hungry..."

She took hold of the gamer’s face and lightly poked her cheeks playfully, like a small child preferably. 

She nodded, "Okay. Let's start with getting everything into the sink." Carefully disconnecting the wire from the waffle maker, she loaded the sink with the dirty dishes and bowls and silverware. She rolled up her sleeves and passed a dishtowel to her friend. "I'll scrub them, and you dry, okay?" she asked, passing Ibuki the first dish. 

     ”Yes,” the literary girl responded, perhaps a little too quick. “That sounds a l-lot nicer th-than dealing with, um…nevermind.” She shivered, hoping Nanami wouldn’t be able to see her worries. She also hoped that ordering a pizza didn’t involve actually going to the place, standing in a tiny, busy room, and waiting in a painfully long line. That’d be almost as awful as this.

She smiled, hopefully putting her friend at ease, and then put the pizza menu on top and began the walk back to their room. Looking at the menu as they walked, she scanned the list of toppings. "I definitely want half mushroom, do you want anything on the pizza?" 

[ confess ]

- Hero: Masaru Daimon (voiced by Megumi Han) - Warrior: Kotoko Utsugi (voiced by Kazusa Aranami) - Monk: Jatarou Kemuri (voiced by Sumire Uesaka) - Sage: Nagisa Shingetsu (voiced by Mariya Ise) - Magician: Monica (voiced by Aya Hirano)

Hearing the water turn on, she closed her eyes and let herself relax. They could clean up, get food, and then get a decent nights sleep. But they still had a long journey ahead of them; if they used any form of public transportation, the men in the white coats would track them and find them, so they had to stay under technology's radar. Though she was tempted to drift off to sleep, she had to stay awake so she could shower. But five minutes couldn't hurt...

     ”On second th-thought,” The literary girl delicately responded, “I think I’m not actually th-that hungry. Maybe I’ll just go b-back to our room…?” In all honesty, she was quite hungry, having not eaten since that morning. But the situation was just too intense for a shy author to deal with.

Glacing at her roommate, she thought it was almost easy enough to see her quivering. But Nanami could tell that the girl was lying, and just too uncomfortable. Spying a small rack of take out menus, she picked one up of each and flipped through them. "Oh hey," she said casually, "It looks like all local places take meal plans as payment. Wanna order a pizza from the room and just watch movies or something?" she offered. 

Summer had just ended so the air wasn’t cold just yet, even though the first stars were just beginning to shine out from behind the clouds. Although, none of this of any concern to Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko, as he was solely concentrated on the man before him and the cigarette in his right hand. He furrowed his brow in annoyance as the man shook his head once more, sliding to the ground, clutching his bloodied nose. To be honest, his patience was wearing exceptionally thin today and with each passing second he grew even more irritable. “I’ll ask ye’ one more time.” he spat out, bending over to meet the man’s eyes. “Where’s my fuckin’ money?” The man continued to shake his head, feet scrambling against the brick in a futile attempt to escape. Kuzuryuu sighed heavily before he straightened up again and stepped away. He motioned to the two other men who has been standing a ways away and they scurried over. One knelt down to tug the man’s fingers away from his face and tie his wrists together while the other languidly slid bullets into his gun. Then a trigger was pulled, a cry was silenced and Kuzuryuu watched the scene calmly, smoke drifting slowly from his cigarette and mixing with the evening air.

The yakuza had always been something heard about, but never really seen, more like a legend or myth than cold hard truth. But now Nanami was forced to see the horrible reality; and she saw a piece that made her a new target, if she was caught. Falling into a seated position, scooting as quickly and quietly as she could backwards. Unfortunately, the wall was a lot closer than she had thought, and her head hit the brick with a soft thud, causing her to wince in pain.

The word programming grabbed her attention, and she snapped her game shut, letting it fall into sleep mode. "Programming?" she asked with interest, looking up at the person in front of her, "What do you program?" 

She heard his voice and looked up, her mouth making an "o" when she saw who he was speaking to. Running quietly over to him, she put her hands on her thighs and lowered her head to the hamster. "He looks okay,' she mused, noting there were no scrapes that she could see. But then again, the breeder would probably know a lot better than she would.