Roadkill? More like roadchill am I right? (Tomomi / Nadia)

It seemed fascinating, to pick up the things left behind by people. But then, most people didn't find interest in the same stuff Nadia did, most of the time. She was hoping he could tell her something about what it was like close to the edge...but that was a long shot and she knew it. It was a ghost town anywhere close to the outskirts of town. But it had been worth a shot.

She already knew they'd met while Tomomi was working, but now he'd asked her about she and Cecil had met. She chewed the thought for a minute, thinking how best to answer. "We met on the side of the road. I was drawing and - as soon as I saw him I knew I had to capture the sadness in his eyes. I suppose you could say I was fascinated by it. I still am, really. Then we stayed out too late in Tokyo and he had to stay..." That story would probably embarrass Cecil, but something told her Tomomi wouldn't judge any more than she would. As she remembered the night, she smiled fondly, "We built a pillow fort to sleep in." The thought brought a small chuckle to her lips.

Shaking her head she changed the subject. "If you have an extra bag, I'd be happy to get my hands dirty."

When Tomomi heard how Nadia and Cecil met, it was a bit more surprising than he had expected. Scratch that, very. The idea of... Of Cecil not only spending a long time with someone he'd just met, but even having a pillow sleep over with them? It brought a bitter sweet smile to his face, conflicting feelings of self doubt, but pride that his friend could be happy enough like that.

At the suggestion that she could help out, Tomomi shook his head. "Ah, um, sorry! I do technically have other bags, but, um, because of health and safety reasons, I cannot let someone else do the picking up, especially bare handed. It's why I wear gloves and use a picker. We can't tell what people discarded stuff for, any germs, or sharp objects... Any of it would be a danger hazard. Infections and stuff are serious problems, and I am not... Um... Ensured? To allow other people to put themselves at risk. Plus, well, I just don't want to risk other people getting in danger. Cecil could help because I had a second pick picker with me, but, um... Yeah... I kind of didn't today, sorry. But well, uh, thank you very much for the offer!"

Nadia nodded at Tomomi's response. That made sense. Most of it was likely just normal trash, but it could be difficult for people who weren't equipped with the right protection. She resolved not to feel weird about walking with him while he worked, then. "Okay, that's fine, I just wanted to ask." She explained, turning back to face the way they were going.

The streets were getting a little busier as they walked further into the Backlight district. As they walked, Nadia spotted a Sushi shop and decided she was a little hungry. It'd been a while since lunch, after all. "Mmmm Sushi sounds good. You wouldn't feel like taking a break to eat a meal with a stranger, would you?" She asked with a small smile.

At the suggestion of Sushi, Tomomi originally thought little of it, at least until he felt his stomach physically rumble, reminding him of his terrible dietary habits. Gently setting his bags to his side, the boy checked his pocket, before nodding. "Yeah, sushi sounds good. Although, um, I think I'd have to well..." The boy gestured to the bin bags he'd been carrying, then held up his bloodied gloves.

"Oh, but uh, don't worry! There's a disposal place nearby, and the picker can fold! Not to mention I've got enough money to pay for myself. So, um, if you want to go on ahead to the sushi shop, um, I'm guessing that one there? Then um, if you get a place to sit, I'll catch up once I've dropped my stuff off! I won't be long, promise super style!" The boy declared, smiling, before waiting for any sign of affirmation. Upon getting any sign of such, Tomomi walked off, continuing past the sushi shop to the nearest dump.

Sushi sounded good.

[Exit]

Nadia nodded to Tomomi, and smiled lightly as he moved off to find a place to drop his trash. Looking both ways, she crossed the road to the sushi shop and went inside. At the counter, she ordered a simple sample platter with different kinds of rolls before taking a seat. From her seat, she could see out the window at the city beyond, night would be coming before too long. And with it, another transformation. She couldn't help but feel excited. In a matter of days she had friends, new paths to take, and new powers to explore. It was a good time to be alive, she decided. And she would live it to the fullest.

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