[center][b]~Kaiba Dome: Front Row Seats~[/b][/center]
[i]Sheesh, this MC is loud.[/i] Candy Deepwick appreciated a good duel just as much as the next girl with a deck of man-eating sweets, which were surprisingly few. However, just because she liked duels didn't mean she liked MCs screaming at the top of their lungs about every last detail of them. The loud cheers of the audience weren't especially pleasing, either. She kind of wished she could make Man-Eating Caramel come to life and plug her ears shut, or the mouths of everybody around her. But still, despite the fact that she wasn't fond of the volume of the crowd, even she couldn't resist the excitement when the King of Games summoned his vicious Volspire Dragon. A beast like that certainly demanded respect, but Candy always liked to think that her Man-Eating Cake could destroy such a monster and knock Valin Rotor right off his throne. While it may have been a bit too ambitious, that was a goal the Deepwick heir liked to keep in mind.

In the end, she left overall satisfied. Since the Deepwick Confectionery Factory wasn't really famous or anything, Candy could blend in with the common folk if she dressed the part. When going places a long way from home - especially on her Duel Runner - she always did. Today, for instance, was a simple white T-shirt with Man-Eating Chocolate on the front, tasty brown teeth bared and ready to chow down, paired with an equally simple black skirt and brown shoes. Of course, she regretted her fashion choices about halfway to the Kaiba Dome when she realized she was wearing a skirt on her Duel Runner, which could have had all sorts of things go wrong. All she'd have to do was just make it home, though. [i]Now where did I park it? Just over there, right? Between those two...those two guys shouting about missing Duel Runners. Great.[/i] Of all the days to forget a phone.

[center][b]~Rat's Nest: Remarkably Unremarkable Diner~[/b][/center]
"Eat up," Anima said, keeping a strong poker face. She hated eating in the Rat's Nest, because it always felt like somebody was about to jump her for whatever stolen money she had left. But, when finances started running low, it was a good place to get a sandwich for herself and a bowl of piping hot soup for Wynter both for a very low price. She landed a nice haul today, but what about tomorrow? Would she hit the jackpot? Or would she get caught and quite possibly get killed?

"Your hands are sweating," Wynter nonchalantly commented before taking down her first spoonful of soup. Most people would probably spit it out and exclaim how hot it was, but her species wasn't accustomed to the grievously low surface temperatures of this Earth planet. She needed all the heat she could get so that she wouldn't freeze to death before leaving this place and going home to have her body restored. "I don't know why you're worried, but it's unlike you."

"I'm not worried," Anima lied.

"You can't lie to me; I've been around you long enough to read you like a book." With something resembling a sly smile, Wynter downed her spoonful of soup. Earthlings were so dishonest about the most trivial things, even with themselves. If only Wynter could get the irony that she was the most self-dishonest of all because she believed she [i]wasn't[/i] a native of this planet. Anima and Wynter sat in silence for the next couple of respective bites and spoonfuls. It was Anima who broke it.

"We ordered to go, so we should get going," she said, getting up and leaving a bill to cover their food on the table. "Bad guys won't beat themselves, so we need to stay on our toes." Making sure a petite girl in a blue winter coat was still behind her, Anima stepped outside, stuffed the rest of her sandwich into her mouth, and started up her black & green Duel Runner. There was always something bad happening in the Rat's Nest, and she just liked the feeling she got when righting those wrongs. And of course, if she could snatch some crook's money to hold herself and Wynter up in the meantime, all the better. With the rev of an engine, Anima and Wynter took off, going slow so the latter didn't spill her soup.