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Nonon Jakuzure's Inbox


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[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? ]

[cardboard_journalism]

I dunno. Maybe.

[she was the one dating Ryuko after all]

If it was just the two of us then I'll do it...

...just don't make this weird.

[shikisha]

[ ..That's true. If they moved in together too it would likely be a mess. But that's about the only person she could be okay with. ]

You're trying to tell me that?!

[ Nonon turns back to angrily stare at the other girl. She had no thoughts like that!! But soon enough they are in Nonon's apartment building, heading up the elevator. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

--Yes, I am! If you're going to spend the meal staring at me and commenting on my face, I'll go home!

[maybe she should scamper off while there was still time... but she followed Nonon up to the elevator]

...is this elevator safe? What floor do you live on? Kahk kahk kahk...

[shikisha]

Do you even know how to eat with another person?

[ She might look at the other girl's face, but it probably won't be staring. She only stares at Ryuko, and honestly most of that is just sneering at each other in lieu of arguing. ]

It's an elevator, like every other elevator in the world. And I live on the sixth floor. [ Which happens to be where they are, with the elevator dinging and opening to a relatively simple hallway. And then it's Nonon's door where she swipes a key and it opens automatically. Inside it's reasonably cool, given her temperature settings, with pinks and pastels and music supplies and stuffed animals because obviously this is Nonon's place. ]