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Her feet ached as she paced. It was an odd and not-all-familiar sensation, as her occasional stumble would reveal, but she’d simply need to adapt. Missing peoples often don’t solve themselves, especially if they’re of... that intelligence.
Putting aside all the precedents that were undermined in her arrival, she had arrived at her designated housing. The notion was whimsical since her previous was in a man’s skull, but like all homes she... missed it, to put it in easy-to-understand terms. With her all too cautious and lonely thoughts she had entered, and as if there was a benevolent god or goddess watching over her, she’d found a lead...
Next was to access the internet for some investigating; it was a... unique portrayal of something similar and took a moment to decipher but she eventually found her mark. Under the housing registry it was announced-- the name Kaname Date.
And thus she was hot on the trail-- following this citizen’s “ID”, or whatever the term equivalent, he had made a few purchases in the town’s stores it seemed. Too many purchases. With the stipend given to them, he was playing it awfully...
She turned a corner and her eyes dilated, a small electrical current crawling across the back of her head. Sitting on the curb, alone, with something in his right hand, there he sat. Home.
“Date!” Before she knew it, the circulation of her legs had increased in speed. As she drew closer, she recognised the item in his hand as an ice cream. First was the notion of pride and pity. Ah! He must’ve been so lost without me he’s drowning his sorrows in carbohydrates!
“Date...!” But as she drew closer it was a... pretty significant-looking cone. It was... extravagant. He must’ve... how much did he spend on that? She made another quick check to the trading logs.
“Date...” It was too much. Too expensive. The man’s a lunatic... That amount couldn’t be correct...! But there he sat, just about to take his first bite...
“DATE!” She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. With a smooth motion and a *THNK!* A well placed foot shot the cone from his hand, sending it far into the air before landing with a depressing thud. She folded his arms at the man.
“That’s your THIRD today! Do you even understand the concept of budgeting?! You’re going to be joining that lump of dairy in the street if we can’t pay our rent!”