[center][h2][b]Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo[/b]

[color=8882be][b]Asoka "Mercury"[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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"[color=8882be]Huh? Whatcha said now?[/color]"

Carried away by the various distractions provided by her little communication tool, she didn't grasp the minuscule jab inflicted to her by Hana. What she did grasp however was this out of place kiss on her head that just left her more cringed than actually charmed. Her eyelid twitched, trying to figure out what was up with this girl. 

'[i][color=8882be]Weirdo.[/color][/i]'

Was the word that lingered in her mind upon realizing just how strange Hana was after just an hour of meeting her. While Itsuki was at the level of having Vietnam war flashbacks air to him, this one just got all touchy and goofy for no reason. She then made some metaphor about how her place was an oasis in a desert of shit that is the third ward. All that prompted would be Asoka rolling her eyes at the overly whimsical description of her otherwise normal looking clinic. The plus side would be that if one were to get bored, the many clubs and pubs nearby would serve as great distractions. 

"[color=8882be]Oh my, have you found the Lost city of Atlantis in the shitty slums of Mumbai too?![/color]"

She put on a fake expression of surprise and enthusiasm when replying with maximum level of sarcasm. But it didn't end there, to reply adequately to Hana's compulsive desire to share her's and mostly Asoka's life to Kaien of all people like some sadistic grandma talking about all the embarrassing times of the kids to strangers, Asoka slid her body downwards so she would lift her feet in the air and push the against Hana's face. Now she was getting the full force of foul smell she so liked to point out. 

"[color=8882be]Hey Hana, put a sock in it already. Get it?[/color]"

With that joke out of the way, the car finally stopped on a nearby parking spot. Rin also exposed her own career path, which only caused Asoka to lift an eyebrow. Not because of the prestige of the position, but rather because it was the Post Office of all places. Before replying, she'd slide her boots back on so she could step out of the now overheated car since there were that many people in it. Quickly grabbing the umbrella she left in the vehicle's trunk, because walking around with it in Bunkyo was making herself a little too conspicuous, especially in the evening. She'd then address Rin directly. 

"[color=8882be]Post office? Really now? 'Cause I have a few complaints. First and foremost being that "No Spam Mail" means what it frickin means. Are the employees there retarded or something? Every week I get shitty ads for shitty restaurants that serve shitty meals I can't even eat. Shit.[/color]"

She ranted without any shame or desire to cover up that last part, especially in Minato of all places. Then again, she could just use the human excuse of being allergic to peanut sauce or something stupid like that. She stretched her back a bit before peering over at the flock of children they had brought over. Now she remembered why they were here, and she didn't feel anymore enthusiastic about it. With a condescending look, she'd smack Takeshi's bottom with the end of her umbrella in order to stop their little slapping fight. Kazuya was going to get his dose too, just wait.

"[color=8882be]Alright little hamsters, shut the fuck up and kill each other when I'm not around, welcome to your new squat! Be careful of the crazy scientists trying to grab you for their crazy zombie experiments![/color]"

Purposely trying to spook them a bit, she even adopted a ghastly voice to add some effect to it. While most were generally unfazed considering what they've lived, one of the twins hid behind the other out of fear. The other stood adamant, but Asoka still felt pleased to have at least been relevant. And now, she marched in, expecting a quality tour from the owner as well as those promised showers.