#ryuji01

In the running tally of “where the fuck is this, anyways,” Eleanor has mentally added “cold as tits” as a point in favor for this being the Bad Place. On the other hand, though, it’s “probably not Florida or Arizona,” so maybe that balances things out? 

Only slightly related, but is there anything more annoying than joggers, especially people who run in the winter? The last time Eleanor saw a doctor (who unfortunately was old and definitely not anything like the sexy beasts on Gray’s Anatomy) she heard the whole spiel about “getting exercise that wasn’t dancing on tables or trying to climb the 7-11″ and “not drinking so much because her habits were going to destroy her liver.” Well, neither of those things ended up killing her, so suck it, doc!

Back to runners being annoying. Okay, Eleanor can appreciate a muscular bod, but can’t people go to like, a gym or something? Dumb showoffs. Then there’s also the issue of dumbasses not looking where they’re going. Some kid nearly collides with Eleanor, some idiot going for a jog when it’s like negative ten degrees out or whatever, and she’s not just going to let that slide.

Josuke never would have thought that he’d be inside of a medieval-style building that has a state-of-the-art arcade, but that’s exactly where he’s at right now. As much as he wants to get back to making sure everyone in Morioh is safe, he can’t keep working all the time, and he hasn’t been making any progress at all. Plus, the graphics at the arcade are amazing! 

He’s playing some fighting game, pouting at the screen as the ai kicks his ass. After an astounding loss, he groans and notices a blond kid who looks like he’s waiting to play the game. The guy looks like a Japanese delinquent with his hair bleached and cropped short. Josuke hopes the two of them will get along.

Things seemed to be going well for Ann. If she totally put aside the unbearable thought of leaving her partners in crime to fend for themselves back at home against whoever was coming next on their hit list, it would have been a lot better to consider the living situation in the city. Perfect, right? For now, she’d try not to worry too much on it. God knows she spent a lot of time doing that the first few days. For now she had to keep calm and adapt to the cognitive like world. Scout the area and look for a weakness..! Or something akin to that is what she thought Futaba might say. So there she sat in a local restaurant, completely ignoring the parts of the menu that listed actual food but went right to the confections. She spoke cordially with her waitress as there didn’t seem to be much of a hustle and bustle about the business.