#hinata01

@kusamochilover​

The city was different from the digital island she was so used to. Everything was 100% real, no glitches, murderous bears, or anything of the sort to be seen. And here she is, as a human and in the flesh, not as a virtual being. At first, she didn’t know how to really feel about the entire situation but... Maybe it’s best to try and adapt for the time being.

Chiaki strolls aimlessly through the bustling streets with her eyes completely glued to her Game Girl Advance. She doesn’t break her gaze from it, even when she accidentally bumps shoulders with someone or nearly loses her footing. Right as the final boss’s chiptune began to play, Chiaki’s fingers hover over the buttons ready to fire when--

The song cuts abruptly as the screen suddenly turns black.

Looks like the battery died.

Sigh.

As Chiaki slides her console back in her bag, her eyes catch the planetarium’s twinkling sign a little further down the street. Well, if she can’t defend the stars, she might as well admire them for a bit, right? Right as she enters, she’s mesmerized by the amount of constellations that are displayed above her. It felt as though she was almost in outer space. Almost.

After glancing around for some time, Chiaki notices a familiar figure standing near the display for the Aries constellation. White shirt, black jeans, red sneakers, and one prominent lock of hair sticking out like a sore thumb. Seeing him is enough to bring a smile to her face.

Chiaki slowly approaches her friend and gently taps him on his shoulder, “Hello, Hinata-kun. I didn’t think I’d run into you here.”

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Emotion Roulette: ANGER

The world was filled with stupid people who often didn’t pay attention to their surroundings. While Kyo prided himself about his attentiveness to everything around him, he was also the cause of blame whenever someone almost crashed into him. It was his duty to avoid others, not strangers. Yet, his fear caused him to lash out and berate them, only to realize his mistake later.

That's when she heard a rustle behind her. Someone was there.

"S-Show yourself...!" Her hands were shaking as she held her wooden staff out in front of her. "I- I'm armed...!"

Splat.

A hand reached upon the slimy liquid that soaked his platinum locks from above, only to feel a slightly bouncy texture on the center of the liquid. Fishy stench began to infiltrate his nostrils; it wasn’t enough to make him puke or anything, but it still smells bad nonetheless.

Then it dawned upon him. ‘....eggs?’