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Sammie sighs.
֍ Sammie: It’s simple. The numbers check out. Thank you, Weird Eyes.
֍ Fubuka: Thank you so much for helping Teacher Inno, Weird Eyes.
/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I will give you a cockroach.
Weird Eyes’ confident stance is shaken, and her eyes do look wet- but she does giggle in stride.
○|○ Weird Eyes: Hehe, this is kinda embarrassing… Thank you all for coming too. Welcome to Transit City.
֍ Inno: Quite very much appreciated.
○|○ Weird Eyes: I do feel like I’m married with three kids.
֍ Inno: You do mean four, don’t you, biggest sister?
Weird Eyes glances at Inno from the side with a little smirk-
who then bursts out laughing.
֍ Inno: Oh-My-God, sis! Stop trying to fuck me, you stupid idiot!
○|○ Weird Eyes: What. What.
Inno’s jaw shakes. Fubuka and Sammie share a /look/; the mood swing made Weird Eyes short-circuit.
֍ Inno: Can’t you see? You need me. I’m your lifeline in this world of horny bitches. If you cut your own lifeline- what do you think is gonna happen? You are gonna end up thinkin errybody just wants to jump your bones!
○|○ Weird Eyes: WHAT
Panic finally sets in as Weird Eyes glances at the little girls, two of who take a step back just in case.
֍ Inno: Alright. So… Biggest Sis here is hogging all the girlfriends. ALL of them. And even so, even soooo, she still thinks that not even one of them really likes her. Cause she thinks having so many girlfriends is bad, and that she is bad too because of that. So she gets more. More and more.
○|○ Weird Eyes: Inno, stop! You did drink, didn’t you? There is no way that little girls should be hearing this kind oaaaAAAAA--
The perfect girl screams because Inno started princess-carrying her.
○|○ Weird Eyes: I-Inno? -What are you even doing?
֍ Inno: Shut the fuck up, bitch, you love this! Girls, we are going for some beers and cigarettes. Would you mind taking care of the rest? I know you don’t.
○|○ Weird Eyes: Let me gooooooo-!
The ‘...ooooooooooo…’ fades in the distance as Weird Eyes is kidnapped through the broken escalator. Fubuka stares at the entrance as if her brain broke, then princess-carries Ellie on impulse to try to understand /something/; the meek alien just lets her. Still processing what just happened, Sammie finds herself wondering if they can use cash in Transit City or if everything here is already digital. Emotions aren’t her forte, so she seeks certainty trying to at least figuring something else out.
>It’s already getting late.
