#yuta 01

The cell phone was an interesting little thing. Noi had disregarded it when she first arrived, but as the days went by, her curiosity piqued--and she found herself wondering how En had not yet capitalized on such a device yet. As far as she was aware, there was no smoke powering it, as many of the inventions of her world relied upon.

The keyword for the thing, however, was little. It was dwarfed by her hands, and even at her most careful Noi was clumsy in typing. Too often, she would accidentally open some other application or lose what she was working on entirely--a great source of frustration.

“Piece of shit...!” 

In a flash of rage, Noi flung the phone from her hands, hurling it like it was a baseball. She expected to hear it crunch against a wall; instead, it was the sound of a grunt as it connected with a poor passerby. 

On one hand, Momoka had lived long enough in this city to acknowledge the fact that the supernatural were ordinary sights. A boy with wings could just be a simple mail carrier, a woman with scales could serve you tea and if the rumors were true, giant trees would occassionally shut off the lights to the city. It was surprisingly easy to get used to, considering what she had gone through in her own world.

 ... On the other hand, she was still a teenaged girl. A very reserved girl instilled with modest values. And the ordinary sight of a shirtless boy was enough to send her into a stuttering mess. "A-Aren't you cold? I... I mean... I s-suppose it isn't too cold in this-- I... s-something could get bitten off if you don't w-wear a shirt!"