Mori suddenly burst onto the rooftop holding a freshly made hotdog. It was still steaming, and it had freshly fried onions, cheese on top, tomato sauce [i]and[/i] mustard.

Mori had taken a little detour on the way to make his lunch, and also think up of what to say to the transfer student. There were a lot of things he could offer like information; an established presence, cheap storage solutions etc. The hard part was figuring out what the transfer student was going to care about. The second hardest part was trying to remember her name.

But all of his words died on his lips when he saw her.

[@RolePlayerRoxas] "Oh fuck it's you," He cursed accidentally.

He didn't usually swear but it was Yamamoto Chie. He'd never hard any dealings with her personally, but plenty of dealings with her little gang. They tried to fleece him for protection money, they tried to coerce him into lowering his very reasonable prices, and they tried to resell his drinks to unsuspecting newbies, which was [i]extremely[/i] unacceptable. The best prices were right here, and yet he'd only been able to sock [i]one[/i] of them with a can of beans. Just [i]one[/i].

She looked friendly and soft but who knew what lay under the squishy exterior. A heart of evil, no doubt about it.

He needed to refocus his attention on the objective at hand. His mind raced for a way to take back the momentum. He looked the transfer student and then looked at her lunch and then back at the transfer student. One word bounced around in his head.

[i]NORMAL.[/i] He thought.

[@VitaVitaAR] "Hey, you want a hotdog?" He said to her.

[i]Ah fuck.[/i] He thought.