#musclebcnd

ღ Here he goes, happily eating whatever food vendor he came across. One wasn’t enough so of course he ended up getting more than he should, and yet he’s just downing these like it’s nothing. It isn’t. Knowing Zeno, he can eat much more than what he has on him. Eyes lifts to look at a person who’s happened to be standing right across from him. Ah....He’s seen this pinkette before, but where? It HAS to be here in Hive City. 

A framed black and white photograph of president Nixon.

“A cheap black velvet drawstring pouch that jingles when moved. It contains five gold coins a little bigger than an American quarter, each of which bears an unfamiliar seal and inscription. A little research will show that they are one numismatist's or goldsmith's idea of what an Amero (the proposed pan-North American dollar and equivalent to the Euro) would look like if it actually came to be as a currency.“

“...huh. An interesting trinket.”

『 Hey put that puppy down! Don’t you see you’re squeezing too tightly? Are you out of your mind? Let go! 』

What kind of monster would hold like that an innocent puppy who had done no harm to literally any soul ever.}

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“Mm. It looks like that kind of clothes are what’s almost exclusively worn here.” Mikazuki commented aloud to a stranger, looking him up and down. He seemed curious, like he’d near never seen such garments before. This wasn’t too far from the truth. Back at the citadel, around half the swords wore “casual” clothes, but a good number dressed similar to himself. Here, he attracted more than a few stares.

“I’m not really good with fashion, but I can tell when something’s popular.” He tapped a finger to his chin. “It was mostly the younger ones who dressed like that. Is this some sort of youth thing?”