A crashing sound comes from the basement.
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(Still cleaning Yuu's hoodie. Hands it back when she's done)
Phew....(notices the noise from the basement) Did you hear that?
(Main Room)
-He smiles when he puts the hoodie on.-
“What was that?”
flag edit: nonbinary flag but LuigiThere are footsteps from the basement stairwell.
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(@Yuu) Who knows? Maybe someone's in the basement? (Heads towards the basement stairs)
edited 11th May '18 12:24:36 PM by josh6243
Ramona
the lamer one
is in the Kitchen
with a Basic Bitch Hotpocket
(Muramasa's rootin' through the fridge, looking through stacks of frozen hotpockets)
Veggies, veggies... crap. Hrrgh...
"... -tucks in her knees- ... Hello. Again."
...?
(peers back over towards Lamona)
Oh, hey. Mona, right?
"... Yeah."
(fingersnap!)
Gotcha, gotcha. Hmm...
(gives the freezer one more glance before slamming it shut)
"What're you looking for?"
Something vegetarian? Like, it's this new diet I've been tryin' out the past few months. Wife got me into it.
"... That's just depriving you of important nutrients, you know. It's a flawed and dangerous thing."
Yeah, and I'm sure there's ways I can get protein without necessarily flushing a lake's worth of water into a pound of meat.
"... Water just goes back in the ocean."
...Nnnnnever mind. I swear there was some frozen mapo tofu here, but meh.
The kitchen stairwell door opens. Someone — a woman, by the looks of her — in a gray duster, hair parted to one side... and a hole in the right side of her face, where one could see some wiring... walks into the kitchen. A hand rests on the stock of a shotgun attached to her hip.
She looks around her surroundings, blinking, before her eyes come to rest on Ramona and Muramasa. She takes the hand away from the gun's stock.
"Er — good evening. Seems to be evening, at least."
edited 11th May '18 1:47:06 PM by Boxen
dead devotion"... Mapped tofu...?"
GIRL
"... Hi."
Y'know, spicy tofu? You know what tofu is...?
(NEWCOMER)
Do you know what tofu is?
She quirks a brow, as if slightly confused. "I've... read about it, yes."
dead devotion"... Oh."
...Oh, thank god. Thought I was speaking to aliens here.
...What, Nash?
-He looks back at the monstrous bike, which is now inert, and looks back at Jean, smirking smugly and arms folded-
...Cool, ain't he? Built him myself. Bad boy's got an eight-valve, 68,000 horsepower engine in him, of yours truly's own design. AND he's got fully automated freeform transmodification capability.
edited 10th May '18 11:09:58 PM by MacDuffy