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Closed to @fridaynightswithcherrysyrup — “Bloodslither”

The urge to smoke a cigarette hit her hard.

Juno grumbles, unsatisfied as the craving wallows in her like a parasitic insect. God, she needed a pack right now. She literally met a fucking star. Not a celebrity or anything—A walking ball of human plasma. She expected she’d continue to be out of her element here. Not that it matters—she knew she wasn’t going to leave anytime soon, and she knew she would be able to make it here just fine. She had to. Besides, she can have fun here too, can’t she?

As the infestation of the craving dulls her willpower even harder, she feels her feet trip over something. “Shit!” Juno yells, but her hands are already on it; training in art of the samurai comes with its perks, it seems. She falls hands first, catching herself before her nose touches the ground. She can feel the braid of her hair on the cold stone. After a few breaths, she flips onto her hands, and follows through into a sitting position to find a large tail covered in some kind of fleece. She rolls her eyes. Of course.

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My Melody hovered above Puppy and the little cat thing that was standing next to him. “Is that a nice kitty, or a naughty kitty? My Melo won’t come down if it’s a naughty kitty because...because!! There’s a naughty kitty back on Earth where I’m from and it chases me around all the time and it’s very scary and stuff so...!” She took breath. “That’s why.”

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Upon exiting his bedroom, Puppy would immediately be hit with the smell of something cooking. And, should his nose follow the source, he’ll soon find himself in the kitchen, a red-haired stranger preoccupied by the stove-top and surrounded by a complete mess of ingredients scattered across the counters. Cheese, mushrooms, tomatoes, onions, spinach and spices... and that’s only what’s at his right-hand side.

Puppy doesn’t have to wait very long before he’s spotted. Truth be told, Wilder was expecting the company. He just wasn’t expecting it so soon! Wilder’s eyes light up anyway, a toothy grin complimenting his features. When he speaks, there’s a noticeable accent.

“Oh! G’morning! I dunno if they tell you these things before bringing me here, but I’m Wilder, your new roommate! Um, so have you ever had an omelet before? I don’t really know what worlds besides my own’re like.. “ He had never even entertained the possibility that there could be others. Even now, when he’s staring in the face of someone who is definitely otherwordly in both face and attire, Wilder can barely accept that the person he’ll for now on sharing a living space with is, in fact, an alien and not just someone from a faraway land. Hell, he’s still in shock from learning that he himself isn’t in the world he’s supposed to be.

“It won’t offend me if you don’t eat it, of course, but I figured I should do a little something to introduce myself...” he continues to ramble on, laughing nervously. “Though I was hoping you’d wake up after I finished cooking.” Mostly because he didn’t want to end up subjecting himself to awkward small-talk should his new living pal not be just as shy as him. Gods, wouldn’t it just suck if his housemates were selected not based off of convenience, but similar personality traits? But if opposites are what attract, wouldn’t that mean that his roommates may be the type to never shut up? Ugh, that was even worse. No, he was overthinking again-

“Oh, uh, have I given you my name yet?” He has. “Ha, It’s Wilder.”

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Ever since people were kids, there would be countless stories about monsters. The big bad beasts who could make you meet your end immediately. Say that monsters do exist, and that you met one when you got sent to a world unknown to you. You would think that once you met said monster your life would be over. That the monster would rid you of your life, and that would be it. Everything goes black; it's over. Unfortunately, that was not the case for me. I decided to go to the beach as the locals had spoke about a weird wave sometimes occurring. I wasn't curious about it as much as I was trying to find a place of solitude. An area where it would look like a tsunami could hit. That is why I chose the Evenkoi Beach. It went well until a certain monster decided to also come to the beach and watch the waves with me. I turned my head left and then right, looking at the vacant beach. Why someone would want to sit with me is beyond me. I'm hoping I forget about this meeting after I wake up tomorrow. Still, I kept quiet. I broke my gaze that was fixated on the monster to my side and looked forward to the sea to hide my facial expression. The boy decided to stop paying attention to the person to his side. It wasn't surprising that someone would try to do something with him in a world such as this. Anybody would have a preconceived notion that any person could be nice. Well, anybody but the Nonsense User. The brunette was silent as he watched the waves. . . . Or so he wished to be. He broke the silence himself with a question of his own. A nonsensical decision that he would sooner regret.