Jealousy

The little girl smiled and giggle like any other happy kid would be.Of course she knew well this woman wanting to run away but it surprised her how was Momoka still near her.Yuki grabbed her hand,holding it softly.

"I don't mind what you or anyone else calls me... Yuki, was it? I'm just surprised. I'm not used to... seeing things like this, out here." Blood. Gaping holes. Sweet remarks. A long list of things macabre and strange; those were things she had to grow accustom to. But not out here, in reality. Momoka frowned, wiping a thumb across the young face, swiping at the blood and giving the hand the held her a squeeze. "It gets to me, a bit, that the real world is just as bad as those dreams..."

     Morgan let out a rather happy laugh at her apparent reaction to the taste of the sandwich, quickly taking his own and tearing a bite out of it, chewing it with great vigor. He’d nod his head at her with another small laugh, quickly swallowing his bite to answer her remark. 

"T-The morning!? For a sandwich!?" Couldn't they just make their own? The process of slapping together pieces of bread and meat didn't warrant waiting in line for god knows how many hours just for the result. She clutched her meal and looked around with a nervous eye; no one... would come and tried to steal it, would they?

“How old am I…? Ah. I mean… well, I’m not too old…”

" Is that so? Hmm... " It seemed like she had accidentally hit a sore spot. Best to keep silent on the matter then, and move on. She didn't want to abandon the friendly atmosphere. And really, the clothing topic was what she was really interested in. 

" Only when I myself don’t quite need the excess. While it’s nice to save up on these things I suppose, it doesn’t hurt doing something nice for another and handing what you don’t need. In this instance, I’m not hungry enough to need both so I thought it would be nice to hand it to someone else. " Removing his own from his bag would he unwrap his and start to eat it quite happily, looking back up at the individual. 

How very... well, perhaps kind wasn't the correct word to use in this scenario. Logical, rational, well-reasoned. Even cold. Despite how nice he claimed to be, those words defined his actions far better than kind. But certainly, she simply was over-thinking it. A gift was a gift, even if it was only a means to throw away excess. 

     He was normally better at names— but in those games, words had the tendency to go by so quick that he often forgot some things. That aside, he didn’t quite notice the other’s concern, especially since her response was a smiling one.

          "Yes... you only look to be a few years older than myself, it must be quite the feat. Especially so since you managed to gain a store in a place... well..." She gestured to the whole of the city. The city of rotating buildings, gunshots ringing in the morning and the constant fires of bored super-humans. "It's impressive. How old are you exactly?" 

This is one strange girl.Seeing how she changed from nervous to calm it made the little girl confused and interested on her.In the end, Yuki just stood silently giving a calm expression but also seeing how she was looking at the eye of Yuki, well more like an open hole with blood coming out of it since her eye was remove it from it along with her tongue.

"A... ghost..." The words were spoken quietly, as if she needed to say them out loud herself to make the statement convincing. Of course... this wasn't a dream and no normal human being would be standing here, chatting so openly with a wound dripping and dripping and dripping like hers. But despite the surrealness of the situation, how her mind was breaking and how her legs urged her to run... Momoka continued to smile.

Perhaps it had simply been his sympathy getting the better of him or even his own sense of being by his lonesome. Whatever the case may be, the male (a little reluctantly) allows the female to wrap her arms around his own being, her warmth combining with his own. For a moment, he can’t help but wonder how long it had been since he had indulged in such a simple action…

          The scent and feel of another human being was so...  comforting. She sighed a bit and further burrowed her head into his shoulder. Back when she was still alive, when her friendships were still steady, unchanging and brought her some form of contentment, she couldn't recall the last time she had the chance to hug someone like this. No. All that Momoka could recall were the violent ways she made her desire for contact known in that horrible classroom. Squeezing. Choking. Crushing... She finally freed the boy from her hug and gave him a small, sad smile. "Thank you for this. I'm sorry for making such a silly request... t-though I guess I've.. apologized a few times too much already..."

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