#nmhforever

“ ....you-- “

There’s a stranger in the house. How she got there Hyakunosuke doesnt know. He’s frozen in front of the hotpot. The scent of the food is everywhere, hanging heavily on the air of the small house.

The moment she looks at him, Hyakunosuke hides something in his hands under the table.

Rika looked at the text message in mild amusement. There was a story there, for certain! (All of which could be summarized as wanton violence, but nevertheless.) She did not, in fact, have a bolt cutter, but the lovely thing about this mad city was that there was, inevitably, someone out there selling DIY tools and materials at 2 in the morning.

[SENT TO: @nmhforever]

[txt: aww! i’m a little jealous that you apparently have a fast metabolism] [txt: i don’t drink very often, myself.] [txt: my fiance and his friend get drunk off wine often enough] [txt: still. where are you? i didn’t have any bolt cutters at home, so i stopped by and picked up a pair.]

She paused. It didn’t hurt to look innocent enough...

[txt: also, what are the bolt cutters for? did someone cuff you to something? i think one of my friends did that once after a party. oh, but those two didn’t really get along.]

Rosemaster doesn’t drink. Alcoholic drinks don’t exist in her world (although she’s heard of something called “vacation juice,” which she’s never tried), and a plant girl needs her water, so that’s all she has as she hangs around the bar dressed like a pro gamer.

She can’t help but notice the woman there in a strange mask, drinking a strange liquid, and be curious - as much about the woman as the drink. She’s beautiful, striking, like a snapdragon.

When she has a free moment, Rosemaster walks over to join her, not even remotely hiding her curiosity.

“Aw, Blue Diamond. She’s...got a lot she’s working through, but I mean, who among us ain’t, right? And if she’s willing to take someone as fucked up and broken as me in then there’s gotta be something to her, right? Steven said she’s supposed to be here, but I haven’t seen her yet...then again, the last time I didn’t trust Steven I went on a tear and almost killed a planet, so I’ll take his word on this one for right now.”

Running as fast as she could. Crying.

She skillfully evaded obstacles like falling rubble, and what she perceived to be the corpses of children- with gymnastic skill that shouldn’t have been capable of someone her age.

When she saw another person, she stopped- trying not to cry to the point where she couldn’t be understood.

“There’s no shortage of thugs in this city, either, huh... I can’t tell if it’s better or worse than home.”

He also didn’t know what ‘better’ or ‘worse’ really meant, either. Would more criminals be ‘better’ for him, because it gives him more to do? Maybe. Tim isn’t immune that line of selfish thinking.

Even so... He ignores that depressing thought and turns to the person beside him, the person who helped him take down a group of criminals just now.

It didn’t take too long for him to analyze his situation: nevermind the reason as to why he’s in an unfamiliar place, what’s more important to assess is his chance of survival should he have to set off alone. He quickly gathered the possibility of acquiring the basic needs of survival: water, food, and shelter. Fortunately, these were the provisions given to him upon arrival, with extra money to boot. This alone was enough to conclude that this place was safe, and Inaho can survive on his own. And thus, he adapted.

Shelter was first. He arrived at his new housing with no problem, and it seemed like his roommates were not of any threat. Through the use of his eye he was able to analyze certain nitpicks and behavior that could suggest deceitfulness and maliciousness, but they all either lacked it or it was too subtle to guess.  Either way, he could at least trust them for now.

Next, it was food and water. With the small pocket money he had, he made no delay in locating the nearest supermarket to purchase food on his own. Scrolling through his new cellular device, not only was he able to find the supermarket, but he was also able to find the current bargains and sales. Immediately, something caught his eye.

Eggs. Special sale: Today only.

And so we reach to the current day, hour, minutes, and second in which Inaho is now pushing a shopping cart filled with about 15 cartons of dozen-pack eggs. The cart stuttered every now and then to the sheer weight of the cartons, but Inaho maintained a calm attitude as he pushed through. He stops momentarily in the same aisle wondering if he should grab more since the sale was today only, but he spots a certain someone eyeing him down thoroughly.

With one egg on hand, Inaho turns to the stranger. “Eggs are on special sale only for today,” he says flatly.