Enough time had passed in this new, whacked up city Cousin called home now. Calling it home still felt strange to them. Sure, Namco City had it’s fill of weird faces and people. Cousin was one of those strange people as well! A Cosmic being who’s family consists of making and replacing the stars in the sky when their Uncle or other cousins would break them. Yep, they were one of the various strange people in Namco City, but it was that same strangeness that felt so familiar to them. Spirale? No. It didn’t have that familiarity. That warmth. Cousin was learning to appreciate the place and all of it’s weirdness, but it could never really be home.
Guess their detention sentence at their old school was looking pretty good right about now... Even if it was with Namco High’s “Most Vicious, Ruthless and Notorious” students ever. It’d be nice to even see someone from back home here, even if that was a selfish thought. (Oh, who am I kidding? No one back home is going to be here. This place is weird and selective with who it takes here. Dumb, weird city. I have a better chance at seeing my Katamari again than seeing anyone from home anytime soon...) Maybe it’s because it’s a ‘Scripted event’ or maybe it’s actually a huge coincidence, but something urged Cousin to look up. Look up at one of the buildings nearby.
There, perched atop one of Golden Ward’s smaller buildings, sat someone orange and extremely familiar. (No...)
(NO WAY!!! NO WAY, NO WAY!!! WHAT’S HE DOING HERE?!) They’re so shocked at the sight of this “Orange Angel” that Cousin doesn’t even take notice that they’re jogging in place now. “Ahh... Ahhh!!” (I can’t just dance around like this! I gotta get over there!!!) Hurrying across the street and dancing through the crowds, Cousin rushes towards the building Davesprite’s stationed himself on. “H-Heyyy! HEY!!! DAVESPRITE!!! DOWN HERE!!!” They cry out, arms flailing wildly in the air.
