I'm dying. This is so Kent.

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Amity let her green eyes scan over the text message that she had just received from Kent, detailing an address of his place. She could only imagine that the wealthy child of an even wealthier man wasn't exactly living in squalor, and she knew he was going to highlight the fact during the night. He was a nice enough guy, so she really wouldn't pay any mind to it. She tugged on a black dress that she found lying around in her closet, figuring she hadn't worn it in awhile, why not try it out? After slipping on some gladiator sandals and grabbing her bag, she left her place, locking up behind her. A taxi cab ride later, she was at Kent's place, and just like she suspected, it was pretty damn nice looking from the outside. She really wasn't used to being close to anywhere this nice.

Thankfully, this point in the mission was stuck in a time lock, so he could do whatever he pleased, for now. Eventually he would need to face up to his responsibilities, but for now all he faced up to was his glass of milk. He had traveled very far from home, to a place with tall buildings. It was weird, but he liked it. The people were less than nice, and the currency was different, but someone apparently thought his rupees were really valuable, or something, so he was able to get some foreign money. Using it, he bought a glass of milk at the only place he could find selling. Some store called 'Cafe Corner'. Odd name.