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Nonon Jakuzure's Inbox


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[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?!

[shikisha]

I'm your friend, and part-time employee who doesn't want to have to find you dead in your apartment someday.

[ How nice?? ]

Plenty of shut-ins do! ...Though I guess most shut-in's don't leave their house, where you just don't leave your box.

[cardboard_journalism]

You won't! Unless it's because I was killed by my enemies in an attempt to silence me. In which case, I hope you will find them and publish the truth I uncovered. Sss, sss, sss!

...hey! How many times do I have to say it?! I wear this to protect my identity as an undercover reporter! You wouldn't try to conduct an orchestra without that baton, would'ya? Same deal!

[shikisha]

I'm not cleaning up the dead body, but I suppose I can do that.

[ ...Not that she would ever believe anyone would really go so far as that. ]

Most of the things you cover are things you report on by actually talking to people. And everyone already knows the cardboard girl is you. You stand out TOO much.

And it's not the same deal! I know how to put my baton away when I'm not conducting!

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaaahk! Of course not! Get a proper autopsy report!

[she'd just twirl her pen, pridefully]

Sss, sss, sss! Maybe that's what I want them to think!

[shikisha]

From CERES? They will probably just cover it up. You're too dangerous to them alive.

[ She's kidding. Probably? ]

You make zero sense, you know that?

[cardboard_journalism]

Ha! I wish! Maybe someday...

[she could dream...]

What're ya talking about? I'm perfectly normal!

[shikisha]

That's a weird thing to dream about.

[ As if everything about her isn't weird!! ]

Wrong. There's ten thousands way I could prove it otherwise.

[ And now her number is being called out in a robotic tone, and she goes to grab her salad, looking back at the other girl. Can we eat here or is this too public for your highness? ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[She'd look back expectantly. Nonon should already know the answer to that.]

Well, where to now? Sss, sss.

[shikisha]

I don't know. I have my food and I happen to not be crazy enough to need to be somewhere special just to eat.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk. You said we were getting take-out! That assumes... you know, you're taking it out to eat somewhere else!

[shikisha]

You're the one who can't eat around people. I can eat anywhere.

[ There's probably a couple of people here in the restaurant though. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[wait... did Nonon not order for Scuttlebutt too? Then... she probably put her own order in]

So, what, you want me to sit here and stare at you?

[shikisha]

[ Of course not! She's not her mom!! But she would have made sure Myriam ordered something at least. ]

...Have you never eaten with another person, like a normal human?

[cardboard_journalism]

S-sure I have, just NOT IN PUBLIC!

You want me to reveal my identity to everyone? No thanks!

[shikisha]

What secret identity?! No one knows who you are!

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk! And it's gonna stay that way!

[shikisha]

[ Nonon hangs her head. This girl... why does she even bother at all? ]

We'll go back to my place then. And you can eat in the bathroom in peace or something stupid like that.

[cardboard_journalism]

What?! I'm not going to eat in your bathroom! I have dignity!

[shikisha]

[ Nonon snickers, taking her bag and throwing some condiments and napkins inside. ]

Do you really?

[cardboard_journalism]

Enough not to go into your apartment and be forced to eat in your bathroom!

[shikisha]

I never said you'd be forced anywhere.

[ Nonon shrugs, heading out the door, assuming that the other girl will follow, if only to argue. ]

I figured it would be more of a self-selected isolation.

[cardboard_journalism]

[yep]

...You don't have a roommate, do you?

[shikisha]

At least the night air isn't so cold tonight, and Nonon doesn't need to bundle up much.

Do I look like the kind of person who could deal with an obnoxious roommate? [ Or more accurately, does she seem like the kind of person anyone else could live with? ]