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WHO: Caiman and Matt
WHAT: Paying for the service charge - with Asian food.
WHERE: Matt's place.
WHEN: Day 173
It'd been a rough week, to put it lightly.
Growing back his head. That was bad enough. He didn't want to even think about how his body worked that way. How did he breathe? Why didn't he need to eat? Just giving it a stray thought felt incredibly fucking weird.
Next, was. Hokuto.
Caiman didn't like talking about her, now. Very, very sore spot.
Cried over her. Not that he told anyone this.
Then there was the matter of what he had to do next. There was revenge, oh yes. Two revenges. One for the people who had cut his head off, burned down the Hungry Bug, and broke Hokuto's heart.
The next was for the fucking bastards who brought her down.
But revenge wasn't enough. In the long run, what would that really do? It'd feel good, yes, but that would be it.
Caiman had to think in a bigger picture, now.
Which is why he needs those untraceable little machines.
Dismounting off a solid black motorcycle, Caiman kept his helmet on. Couldn't exactly take it off without drawing fucktons of attention - even moreso than before. And now he had to be discrete for once.
Up and to Matt's place. Knocked twice at the door.
"Godzilla VS. Rodan." Is all he says. They hadn't established any passwords or codephrases, but it was a simple way to let Matt know who was at the door.
WHAT: Paying for the service charge - with Asian food.
WHERE: Matt's place.
WHEN: Day 173
It'd been a rough week, to put it lightly.
Growing back his head. That was bad enough. He didn't want to even think about how his body worked that way. How did he breathe? Why didn't he need to eat? Just giving it a stray thought felt incredibly fucking weird.
Next, was. Hokuto.
Caiman didn't like talking about her, now. Very, very sore spot.
Cried over her. Not that he told anyone this.
Then there was the matter of what he had to do next. There was revenge, oh yes. Two revenges. One for the people who had cut his head off, burned down the Hungry Bug, and broke Hokuto's heart.
The next was for the fucking bastards who brought her down.
But revenge wasn't enough. In the long run, what would that really do? It'd feel good, yes, but that would be it.
Caiman had to think in a bigger picture, now.
Which is why he needs those untraceable little machines.
Dismounting off a solid black motorcycle, Caiman kept his helmet on. Couldn't exactly take it off without drawing fucktons of attention - even moreso than before. And now he had to be discrete for once.
Up and to Matt's place. Knocked twice at the door.
"Godzilla VS. Rodan." Is all he says. They hadn't established any passwords or codephrases, but it was a simple way to let Matt know who was at the door.