#samejima 01

Grasping the flier that was received a good while ago Juushimatsu stood there, bowlegged, right at the side of the field. Clad in his baseball uniform, bat on his shoulder he looked around the crowd.

“ Waa... Lots of people... “

...Stasis field. Right. The sudden realization stabbed her like a dagger. It was painful, but not as painful as the crick in her back from carrying a chair. She had the time to spruce up her...sewer home, but she remembered it being so much easier in Heskeville.

“I guess this is karma for me using you for all that furniture carrying, huh, Dusty?”

A shock caused her to drop her wooden treasure, the culprit being the sound of a child’s cries. She whipped her head back to see a guy knelt down towards a citizen. How did she know that the guy was someone pulled from their dimension? Ridiculous hair. It was practically a market at this point. Furnishing could wait; someone needed her help! With a spring in her step, Kat rushed to the child’s side, only to look up and see... a balloon stuck in a nearby street lamp?

It was the ‘red runners’ ordeal all over again. She turned to the sharp hair next to her, if only to ask a favor.

“Hey, wanna help me out with something, mister?”

With the supressions Dusty had, the shifter needed to make sure someone was there to catch her.

truemansamejima

           Gentarou had to decided to pay good old Sector 2 a visit. It’d been a while since he’d been here, and many memories of his first month or so in this place sprung from here. Despite the gross air and the dull colors of Sector 2, Gentarou always made sure to shine his brightest no matter what when he was here. He hoped that there’d be someone else to do the same.

         His hope was well placed, clearly, because just as he turned a corner from the train station, he spotted a man heading straight his way. He was clearly the light in the darkness of Sector 2. His hair was a blazing red, and his stride gave off the manliest of vibes. Hell, this guy could quite possibly be the manliest man Gentarou has ever met. He had to befriend him, with a presence that strong! Everything about this guy gave off the message that he was THE MAN. 

    “ Sir, you do realize what you just did, do you not? ”

     Truthfully, he had no clue who punctured his bag filled with assorted, delectable junk foods. But he suspected it to be the person nearest to him. 

   “ How do you plan on reimbursing me for my disastrous loss?! ”

"Excuse me? Down below?   Yes, you sir! Hello!"

With the most charming smile she could manage, Sketchbook grinned up at the taller boy and gave him a little wave. Act the role of the sweet little girl, give no hint to the extent of her trickery.. well, it was a persona that could easily crack and ripple. For this searing HATE, HATE, HATE that she felt for him was almost too much for her to bear.