[color=CD5555][b]NAGAKU OTOYA[/b][/color] - Central District: Outside Sharehouse
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[color=fff79a]"[i]Yo[/i], shit."[/color]

Shit was damn right. This day was shaping up to be a whole lot of it. As Fumiko fretted about, Otoya rested his hands on his knees, waiting to catch his breath.

[color=CD5555]“Giant rat,”[/color] he said, as if that explained everything. He heard how stupid that sounded and added, [color=CD5555]“It’s big.”[/color]

A groan as he hoisted the guitar case off his shoulder, letting it rest by the dinner table. Fumiko was right about needing a weapon. Where the hell was he gonna get one? Mentally running over the belongings he had in the sharehouse, there was next to nothing. His guitar was a hard ‘fuck no’. Spare drumsticks were too short. Stolen umbrella was too flimsy. Kitchen knives were communal and therefore sacred.

Ah, whatever. It was preparation for a ‘what if’ scenario, hardly a priority. If their luck held out, that obese nightmare would run out of food and be out of the block by morning.

Otoya peeked out the window hoping to see exactly that, only to narrow his eyes in annoyance.

[color=CD5555]“Fuck me, there’s another one."[/color]