#mxjestatis

Asha was still pretty confused about how the past few hours of her life had even occurred, but she figured that as long as she was still conscious and not seriously injured, she’d be okay. At least that was what she told herself. It was working, mostly.

Nonetheless, that didn’t stop her from feeling lost as she started wandering in an attempt to familiarize herself with this new sector in this new city in this new G-d-only-knows-where-it-really-is. Not to mention her chest felt tense seemingly for no reason at all. It almost left her short of breath. She wasn’t afraid of asking for directions though, not even from a boy who, to her, looked every bit like he should’ve been modeling for a junior’s clothing line or starring in an adaptation of some Victorian drama.

Mikoto was currently passing out fliers to some sort of new establishment a block away from where the redhead was standing. A stranger, presumably the manager or owner, had come up to him after seeing the girls’ certain attraction to him and insisted that he pass these out. The man left before Mikoto could deny the request, and then he was stuck passing the fliers out.

Sighing heavily, Mikoto obeyed the request dutifully, flashing a bright smile to each person and sending a few courteous here and there. After a while, the mundane task got tedious and boring, and eventually a thought popped into his head. 

How come one piece of paper can cut me but a chuck of paper can’t?

Determined to test the question, the redhead first took a large amount of fliers before running it quickly over the palm of his hand. A large grin decorates his face as he realizes it didn’t hurt him. He does it again and again, until a sharp pain shoots up his arm and blood starts to seep out of the cut.

. . .

No sooner, did he throw him to the side of the street, Soma getting ran over by the car in the process. Thankfully, he was given half of his endurance, and lasted the impact. Anger was his immediate reaction, the God Eater slowly standing from the spot that he was flung to. Taking heavy, annoyed steps towards the child, he almost cursed him out, however caught himself before exploding in the rage that caused him to be known as a monster. Taking a deep breath as he reached the side he was at, Soma stopped right in front of him.

It seems there are no free tables in the café - unfortunate but she can get over it... Walking more is no option though, so she simply walks on the nearest table that isn’t fully manned.