[h3]MgRonalds, District 7[/h3] [@Crimmy] MgRonald's was by no means a ceremonious establishment. Even in its homeland of America, the mecca of meat and grease, MgRonald's was never seen as fine dining, only a quick and easy fix of that classic stars and stripes staple: a burger. To most that lived outside the States, it was simply another form of fast food, one that had a particularly bad reputation for your arteries thanks to a certain documentary. For one resident of Academy City, however, those American roots were still a drawing point in the time of greatest need. They were ,ore than a simple trivia tidbit about the chain's history— They were an anchor to home. [color=a187be][i]I'm gonna die if I eat another bowl of Woodles.[/i][/color] Yes, sometimes "home" was represented by a choice in lazy fast food. A reminder of one's upbringing, food of the homeland's masses. Something that encapsulated the heart of the people. And for a certain transplant from New York, that heart was in the "fast" part of "fast food". [color=a187be]"Are these slow assholes done with their order yet?"[/color] a gruff young voice sounded from the obscured hallway, heralded by the rough close of a door and the muffled sound of working plumbing. The wholly unconcerned tone clashed so jarringly with the atmosphere of every other customer's fear that, in a way, it would have been funny. [color=a187be]"I [i]hate[/i] tourists."[/color] But going between the Karasawa the Delinquent, Noriaki North High's School's Student Council Secretary, and his burgers was no laughing matter. The purple-haired ruffian, clad in a nondescript dark grey v-neck and tan shorts, walked into the scene with a knit brow and a frown. He surveyed the suddenly desolate eating area, frown deepening for a moment in confusion, before he caught sight of the clientele's location— huddled around a girl wearing a frilly white dress, boredly scrolling through her smartphone. ...She didn't [i]look[/i] like she was some out-of-towner in cosplay for Kanacon, or anything attention-getting like that. As a matter of fact, the attention-getting one... [color=a187be]"You guys got a problem?"[/color] he demanded testily of the assembled group, challenging their confused and frightened looks with a snarl. [color=a187be]"A guy can't use a public restroom?"[/color] Just because some damn Instagram celebrity, or whatever she was that was [i]soooo interesting[/i], was here! The fuckin' nerve! He took a step forward to continue, before some large dark splotches appeared his peripheral. He turned his head, and locked eyes with the two men currently still ordering. He heard sirens approaching. He heard the hushed horror of the crowd. And he saw the cylindrical shape strapped to one's back. ... [color=a187be][i]"Haa?"[/i][/color]