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To: Everyone From: Kuzuryuu Subject: Message: Does anyone have any idea of a decent place to eat? All of the open vendors in sector five are trash.
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To: Everyone From: Kuzuryuu Subject: Message: Does anyone have any idea of a decent place to eat? All of the open vendors in sector five are trash.
hungress
➳ 【 Okay… This IS a little weird though. Who the hell had enough power to do something like this anyway? 】
“When these guys say they’re gonna watch everything... do they really mean everything?” More of a thinking out loud kind of situation.
hungress
( m-miss! i think they mixed up our orders ... i-i couldn’t possibly eat all of this on my own. n-not to be rude! i ... i only got a coffee, but you seem to be more familiar with t-this food than i am ... )
hungress
It’s a relatively short line--a youthful, petite teenage girl stands before him, groceries settled atop the conveyor belt as the cashier processes her purchase.
“Ah, you’re 5 dollars short, m’aam...”
To know that someone so young had been obligated to rely on themself and primarily themself--it was a reality he knew all too well. Without a trace of hesitance, he chimes in:
“I’ll pay.”
He produces a wad’s worth of cash from his pocket, motioning it towards the cashier--not once does his gaze flicker over towards the girl. Inconsiderate on his part, he supposes, but not something he’s all too concerned with at that moment.
“Is there anything else you require?” he says, looking towards her at last.
TO Sasha Blouse FROM Eren Yeager
You’re pretty persistent in messaging me, you know. You don’t have to spend your time doing that. There’s plenty other things to use your phone for.
hungress
✿, ✐
✿ - fave kind of clothing?
[ Uhhhh idk man whatever’s comfortable and fits? I used to be more up to date with fashion and stuff but its rare that I go clothes shopping now. I do maybe like...one or two big shops a years aaaaaand that’s about it. ]
✐ - fave types of movies?
[ I just like movies man, like, horror, action, adventure, romcom w/e I’m down. So usually I just end up watching whatever sounds interesting or whatever somebody else wants to watch. I’ll even watch really terrible movies and laugh at how terrible they are. Birdemic I’m lookin’ at you. ]
Information... That was her goal for today. Vague memories of the past won’t help her here. The shifter was fully convinced that there was no exit (at least as far as anyone was concerned) and decided not to waste her time by asking questions like that. Cynical people still roamed these streets. If they hated it here so much, they would’ve left already if they had the power to do so!
Kat crept out from an alleyway after an exciting adventure through the sewers of the city. The smell was toxic and hard to get accustomed to, but it was the best way for her to traverse these so called “sectors”. She met eyes with another girl, who seemed to be of her age that was meandering about. Wow... she looked even more clueless than the shifter herself. Eh, whatever!
Kat found herself in the brunette’s presence, questions buzzing around in her mind.
“Sorry to bother you, but is it okay if I ask you something?”
hungress
"It's okay."
a cadet she`d only seen in passing embraces her in her arms, and petra suddenly becomes more aware of how small she is. a smallness in this vast city, a smallness in significance of her own continuity in comparison to the world she`s from, and she shrinks even smaller, almost melting into the taller girl`s arms almost upon instinct. sasha`s eyes bear sympathy, and petra knows why. a body, thrown off the caravan, tarnished by nature, laying in silence.
she wants to tell her there`s no reason for comfort, but petra`s an honest girl. a vision that was once clear becomes shrouded as tears well up. there are no words to reply with; they`d long escaped her once she`d fallen into the safety of her arms.
petra`s sobs are quiet, muffled into sasha`s jacket.