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You decide to follow the path of noodles, bearing a bit back south as you order your temporary duke to follow your nose. The scent grows more and more strong as your ball treks downward, intermingling with the latent scent of radioactive waste and blood that hangs in the air.
You come upon it soon enough–a small two-story building stuck from the sand, adorned with colorful signage and posters. You catch sight of a billboard on the roof that reads 放射性ヌードル. You have a very latent grasp on written language, so you guess these are some letters in the alphabet you haven’t gotten to yet.
“Oh, nice. HONKER NOODLES. Hey, we should pull up here gorilla. Grab a tight bite before we arrive at KINTSUGI?” Lub points at it.
“If we do eat, you’re covering. I don’t have any GG.” You take another peek into your PERSONAL SPACE.. nope. No money has magically appeared since you last checked.
“Uh, well.. I don’t exactly have any GG, either. Left my wallet at the office. Well, we’ll figure something out.” Lub shrugs as he pulls in to the front. "Maybe you could scare them into giving you something?"
