#jardinia

A good thing that some people seem to be doing fine on their own, or have someone helping them out. Sea blue eyes glancing around to notice a familiar blonde looking around to try and pop one of those things that is close by. “Oh! Namine!” Calling out to her, the boy ran towards her, happy to see that she was alright. “I’m glad I found you. Sorry you had to get dragged into all this, but I bet you could use some help.” He wouldn’t take no for an answer if she were to reject it. At least if it wasn’t him to rank up points, for her to be safe at the very least.

“Are you... drawing?” She’d been sharing a bench with a girl by sheer coincidence when 2B noticed her pull out a notebook. Of course, YoRHa androids never had a need for such a skill, not when images could be replicated with cameras and memory data. She couldn’t understand why humans did it. “Is there some benefit you gain from doing that?”

Falling to silence, the replica glanced sidelong at the ground, avoiding eye contact as much as he physically could. And yet, instead of leaving, he remained rooted to the spot.

“ ‘tch. Every one is born alone and dies alone. ‘To become God’ is a useless endeavor, a worthless and annoying thing to aim for. There is no point in such an achievement. Only idiots strive for such a thing. Who cares if such idiots are alone.”

“Hey......You. You’re from uh.....Twilight Town right?“

Bea’s actually got an okay amount of muscle to her. When you’ve got to handle a lot of repairs and lug around heavy stuff a lot (because sometimes you can’t afford to bribe some guys) it just sort of happens. It also doesn’t help that her tight living conditions means she’s never really had the chance to splurge so she’s mostly muscle, honestly, with just enough fatty tissue that it’s only noticeable when she flexes.

The whole walk home was awkward. But hey, it was without incident. So... mission accomplished!

    “I wanted to spice up the picture, so I gave her a gun.”