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"Use this"? How am I supposed to use this piece of trash...?

[groangroangroan whiiine. the kid looks displeased, as do 90% of the people who first arrive here. he taps the red light with a gloved finger, continues to glare into its camera.]

... Right. So there's obviously peopl—

[he breaks off mid-sentence, eyebrows furrowing. turning, the camera swivels with him to catch sight of a department store and then his apparent cause for alarm*. but mental berating aside for not noticing the thing before it's literally within meters of him, yukio smiles. glances at the camera and tucks it into a coat pocket. enjoy the view of darkness for a while. calmly:]

Invaders must die.

[nope. she continues to move strangely, her crying more audible, it's as if it's she that's yet to notice him.]

What the hell.. I said, 'invaders must die'!

[a thud. the scraping of claws against broken cement, yukio taking a few faltering steps backward.]

INVADERS MUST D—

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Comments

[dewebbed]

Uh, I think so. So you're alright? [ man the entirety of this was awkward but at least the guy's okay... ]

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[so awkward. yukio is just awkward forever, around everyone, and he won't even try to fix it that. there is no reading of the atmosphere. he wants to answer 'no' still, but supposes jack is referring to his shoulder only.]

I guess.

[dewebbed]

Cool! So, uh...you're new, right? Did anybody show you where the apartments are?

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[he begins putting his shirt back on, tossing his coat over it and doing the same. however ruined it was.]

... No. I just assumed everyone slept on the streets like a bunch of vagrants.

[a little bitingly.]

[dewebbed]

Nah, dude, there's like four apartment complexes we have set up. One of them's right next to here!

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Who manages them?

[dewebbed]

I don't think anybody, really. I mean, maybe there is somebody, but if you're a new guy you can probably just grab an apartment!