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Nonon Jakuzure's Inbox


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[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. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Sure I can! I'm the editor! Sss, sss, sss! Also, the publisher.

[try arguing with that!]

The only way I'm going out to eat is if it's takeout or there's a private room for one and the waiter only comes in to leave the food and then comes back to get it only when I call and say it's okay.

[shikisha]

[ She won't, but she also won't admit she's lost. ]

Everything with you is pulling teeth. Fine, we'll get take out. There's a place near here Ryuko and I get food from all the time.

[cardboard_journalism]

...Really?

[guess she couldn't argue with that. But Nonon taking Scuttlebutt to a place she went with Ryuko...?]

...Well, all right then.

[shikisha]

[ WOW ITS NOT A DATE JUST DINNER

She's going to let go of the other's hand though, for now, leading the way. ]

It's just a place that actually makes good salads and burgers. You're American right? You must eat hamburgers.

[cardboard_journalism]

Is this another stereotype? Kahk kahk kahk. Yes, hamburgers are acceptable.

[shikisha]

...Obviously. Don't Americans just eat hamburgers all the time?

[ As if Nonon would care about how it might be wrong to stereotype. She's leading the way still, walking along path of the park out to the street. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

I think we'd run out of cows if that were the case.

[following!]

[shikisha]

So what do you even like? And you can't sup cup ramen.

[ Across the street and onto the sidewalk, amongst a few aliens and other people, Nonon leading the way easily. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk... I didn't say I disliked it or anything.

[shikisha]

Then what do you normally eat?

[ Oh hey look they are there. At a place that literally has a terrible looking neon sign that has three frames of animation of an astronaut eating a hamburger. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

... y'know... just whatever I feel like.

[time to change the subject!]

So, uh... This place is good? Kahk kahk kahk.

[shikisha]

[ Who changes the subject from what kinds of food they like?! ]

Of course it is, or else I would never let Ryuko drag me into a place this stupid looking.

[ Luckily there's no line, and it's a fairly clean place, even if it's all dressed up to look retro futuristic. Nonon doesn't even wait, stepping up to one of the touch screens to put her order in, there's no workers here, just robots. At least up front. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[she'd snicker at that one, sss, sss, sss!]

... Are there any actual... [she almost said "human" but that couldn't always narrow it down] non-robots working here?

[shikisha]

How should I know? I've never seen any. You just order here and then it gives you a number and you pick it up from that window over there.

[ All automated, or at least it looks that way from the front. Who knows what happens in the back. It's better off not knowing though. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Right... for all we know, the cows are cooking themselves...

[she'd wait with Nonon, then]

[shikisha]

Even if they do it tastes delicious.

[ She shrugs, sitting on a counter a little above the other girl, wait for her number to be buzzed. ]

If you just eat cup ramen you're going to die of vitamin deficiency, you know that?

[cardboard_journalism]

What are you, my mother? Kahk kahk kahk.

[...wait]

I mean-- I don't just eat cup ramen! Geez, who does that?!