and how could we forget the times we shared. ☼
⊰ ★ ⊱ Standing next a woman, her prompt is well received, unexpectedly. The brunette looks up toward the red headed woman, who fishes within her pocket and offers a single dollar - much more than she ever expected, but nonetheless Minako is ever grateful for this gift.
“If you insist! I guess you’re right about the whole karma thing, but I really appreciate that!” she says, reaching out for the woman’s dollar. She pays little mind to the obnoxious guys gathered up and around the place, intent on speaking with Red.
She looks kind and feels warm, and Minako feels there aren’t any discrepancies between what she seems to be and what she’s really like; laughing genially, she replies to her comment about the dollar menu. “Oh—well, I don’t have all that much money, I actually just got here! I know that sounds kind of funny, but I was just going to grab something to hold me over until I find this District Epsilon place! I don’t really know what they have to eat there, so I figured I’d stock up until then!”
Minako’s insistent on reassuring the woman either way. “But if you want to hang out, I’ll hang out with you while you eat! What were you thinking of getting?:
Another newcomer. Not entirely surprising, but it brings out a gentleness in Red that wasn't there before. She knows how disorienting it is to wake up in an unfamiliar place. Even waking up in a place you knew like the back of your hand was scary if you weren't there by will. Red would know.
"I'm in the mood for some fish, so..." she trails off, eyeing the menu again just to make sure she's got the right number. "Number five for me." Easy peasy.
She's already taken a liking to Minako's lighthearted personality. It's infectious, the way this girl smiles and laughs. For a moment, Red feels herself forgetting all the anger and indignation she bears. Of course, the reprieve doesn't last when she considers their living situation. She purses her lips, staring at a display case for kids' meals without really taking in her surroundings, as if she's looking beyond the walls.
District Epsilon shouldn't be too difficult to find. It's just a matter of counting down the Greek alphabet, really. Not to mention that's where Red herself is housed. "Epsilon, right? That's under sector five. I live there myself so I could show you how to reach it." It can't get more convenient than this. "We could have slumber parties and do our nails." Any semblance of normalcy can't hurt. Lord knows she's craving it.











