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"Huuuuh?"
The guy pulls back his hood, revealing his green hair and curly eyebrows which are strangely familiar.
"Get the fuck off from there!"
He shouts at you and you oblige. With a big grin you hand the book and a crayon over to him.
"Hmm. A fan huh?"
He looks at you with what you could call disdain but it's very subtle. Before speaking any further he looks down at your ship and humms to himself.
"How the hell did you get up here anyway?"
"I jump good!"
"Hmmm. If I sign this will you fuck off?"
"A-Awww. I wanted my friends to meet you. We're all big fans of the Germa!"
"I'll agree to signing this stupid piece of paper if you get the hell out of here right now. Got it?"
As he taps your crayon to your comic however he gets kicked in the head after another cloaked figure approached him.
"OW! The hell Reiju?"
"Don't be so rude Yonji. The boy is a fan!"
The second much softer person also pulls down her shroud, revealing a pink haired girl with a similarly curly eyebrow. She immediately starts sniffing the air and approaches you with a strut.
"Hey. I'm Reiju!"
"M-My name is Silver."
"Say Silver... where is that wonderful smell coming from? Your ship?"
"Y-Yeah. Toxin is making soup."
"Toxin? Hmmmm. What an interesting name!"
"Y-You're Poison Pink?"
"How observant! I see you're a big fan indeed! Hmmm. You said you wanted an autograph, correct?"
She takes a lipstick out of her pocket and writes "Poison Pink" with a little heart over the "i"s on your chest.
"There you go!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh-"
You can't think straight for some reason and your awkwardness makes Reiju chuckle.
"Now that we're friends like that could I ask you for a favor? I haven't had anything to eat for a while and that soup just smells so good! Would you mind if I came over for a bite?"
At this moment Winch Green, or rather Yonji stomps up to her.
"Reiju! If you do that again I'm telling father!"
"Oh don't be such a baby-"
She snatches your comic book away from him.
"Now be a good boy and stay on the ship while I... take care of business."
The way she looks at you makes you nervous. Swallowing hard you begin to think.
>Sure. We got plenty of soup for everyone
>You can both come you know
>Erm... sorry but you're scaring me. No
>Other?
