>>6048122https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0QyWlqfrtAAfter washing up at home to get the stench of troll fat out of your hair and nose, you decide to follow up on Sumika's suggestion and visit Yoshimitsu. He should be in bed, recovering from his wounded arm.
Baking some nice fresh bread as a gift, you head on down to where his pod is and ring the doorbell. There is no response. You ask around the common rooms, and other L1 agents report that your comrade didn't like it in this place, and went fishing.
You can't blame him. This place feels like it's wearing a mask, sometimes.
So many people here here are hiding behind masks.
So much smoke and mirrors. So many people with something to hide. And if they don't, they're just a willing boot to keep someone down.
You sit down in the common room, and begin imagining the daughter you don't have, eating the bread you made beside you. She'd take too much at once and you'd have to tell her to slow down. She could never finish all that. Even if it's good, she should only take what she knows she can have.
These daydreams you've had have always been vivid. They're always convincing, like you're actually seeing her out of the corner of your eye. Like that snake you saw when your head was... out of it. Freyja's tits you are lonely. You need something real.
Though you waited for well past sunset, you never caught Yoshimitsu returning home. Ah well. Maybe he snuck past you. A little disappointed, but glad he's found something to enjoy himself with. You smile and stand up, and imagine your daughter making scurried steps along with you back home.
In the elevator to your residence you catch a tired-looking man in some scholarly-looking robes. You've never seen him before, perhaps he's an operator. He never makes eye-contact, he just giggles looking at the floor, where you could almost see your darling girl tug at his robe, and as you depart the elevator he bids a pleasant farewell. Your grin, however much you tried to hide it, must be infectious.
As you dress down and head to bed, you think about your coworkers. You wonder if they have fantasies like you do, dreams like you do. Maybe while you're chasing yours, you can help them chase theirs.
Anything to make this cold city feel any warmer.
