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Nonon Jakuzure's Inbox


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[shikisha]

I know who is it, I can see on the caller ID.

[ She's not in the greatest of moods, as she hasn't been since Ryuko went away. ]

Nothing. I haven't seen anything from Harime at all, she might just be licking her wounds though. And no luck with any of the police yet.

...Bring them to me when you take me to dinner.

[cardboard_journalism]

Well, maybe, but how would you know it wasn't someone who just stole my phone-thing from me!?

Y-yeah, the police aren't helping. Kahk kahk kahk...

Fine! Howabout tonight?

[shikisha]

...Don't be dumb.

I didn't expect them to. CERES is completely useless. Tonight is fine. I'll see you there at the park at 7pm?

[cardboard_journalism]

I'm serious! It could happen!

Sounds good to me! Also don't forget your next article tomorrow.

[shikisha]

You expect me to want to write something? Now?

[ Nonon couldn't help but think she had better things to do. Even though she just agreed to dinner. ]

I'll see you tonight. [ And move to action? ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Yes. A deadline's a deadline. The world could end, and the paper still needs its music section.

All right, see you there.

[and... action?]

[shikisha]

Yeah, yeah..

[ Except when her musical section writer is still dealing with getting her girlfriend free from jail!! She's barely even done any work at her actual job..


But she will make it there a few minutes late, dressed warm, likely spotting the other girl pretty easily, assuming she's in a box. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[SHE IS, did you really expect anything else]

[she's holding a steaming cup of something in her hand]

Oh, Nonon! Looks like I got here before ya.

[shikisha]

[ Someday she will get that box off her. And they will fall in love and she will break up with Ryuko for the box girl.

...Probably not though. ]

I was busy, writing your article. So where are we going? [ She doesn't even apologize for being late, that's how terrible she is. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[probably the one relationship Scuttlebutt would be the taller partner]

Go? We're here! Sss, sss, sss.

Here, be careful it's hot.

[and... she handed over the cup, on closer inspection, it was a cup of ramen noodles]

[she then follows it up by passing out some chopsticks from inside her box]

Bon appetit, as they say! You've earned it!

[shikisha]

[ Wow rude. ]

Here? What the hell?

[ Nonon looks around, it's winter it's not like there's going to be ice cream carts or pretzels or...

Oh she mean. ...A cup ramen.

Nonon doesn't even know why but she takes the cup from the other girl, staring at her through narrowed eyes the whole time. ]

...Cardboard.

[cardboard_journalism]

Don't forget your chopsticks! It's a pain-and-a-half to just drink it straight from the cup.

[offers it with her other hand]

[shikisha]

Wait a second!

[ She snaps them up, but does nothing with them right away except wave them in the other girl's face. Face slot. ]

Are you seriously not making ANYTHING with the newspaper?!

[cardboard_journalism]

--Hey! Don't do that! You're going to put someone's eye out! Probably mine!

Huh? You mean, besides the quality journalism Cerealia now enjoys? Kahk kahk kahk.

[shikisha]

I expected an actual dinner! With waiters or at least a menu!

[ She's so let down here. Not going so far as poking the box. Not yet. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaahk! Well, hold on! How much do you think the average staffer gets paid at my paper?

[Scuttlebutt didn't know the math off the top of her head, but the median wage was probably zero.]

How fancy a place are we talking about, here?

[shikisha]

More than zero!

[ She definitely counts cup ramen as zero. ]

I would have even accepted McCeres!

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaahk! Cup ramen doesn't sell for zero credits!

[she sighed]

...I guess if you want to 'save up' your payments, I can buy you one good dinner for every certain number of articles...

[shikisha]

It might as well!! There's no nutritional value in those things!! A girl like you should eat better than that!

[ Somehow she imagines it's all the other girl eats. So just like that she unceremoniously drops the cup into a trash barrel and takes the other girl's hand. Just going to pull her along without asking. ]

We're getting actual food.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaahk! What are you, my mother?!

[bingo]

'We'? We, who?

[she'd... pull back a little]

[shikisha]

If you need a mother go talk to someone else.

[ She is no one's mother!! But she stops when Myriam holds her back, turning her head and glaring. ]

You. And me. Obviously! Just how thick is that box?

[cardboard_journalism]

Thick enough to preventing eating while wearing it!

[shikisha]

So? Take it off. We'll go somewhere dark.

[ ...Nonon really has no idea how important that thing is to her. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

No way! Executive veto! Out of the question!

[shikisha]

You can't veto!!

[ Nonon's already made up her mind. ]