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[foeyay]

[Kamui waves at his mirror in introduction. He's perched atop a pile of rocks and rubble outside the hospital, crouched with one elbow on his knee and his parasol over his shoulder. Though he's smiling like the world is his oyster, anyone who has talked to him for longer than five minutes likely recognizes the tightness in his furrowed brows.

This is not a happy smile.]

You people don't do anything but clean and cry. That got old a long time ago, you know. I wouldn't be surprised if you've all grown ugly beards by now!

The monsters aren't getting any stronger, and these annoying barriers aren't getting any weaker.

I say we make some noise. Nobody's gonna notice us if all we're doing is quietly playing house. Come to the hospital if you feel like being loud. Whoever brought us here wanted us to be here for a reason, right? If we can't break their buildings, why don't we break their test subjects?

[Blue eyes narrow dangerously.]

I'll get their attention, one way or another. But I'd rather use volunteers, yeah?

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[saltysanta]

[siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh he only wishes he could deny any of this]

What do you want?

[He'll just keep an eye on this post to see how many people he should assume will be eating.]

[foeyay]

Rice this time! Katsudon!

[saltysanta]

Is that the pork thing you wanted the other day?

[You people and your foreign dishes, how is he supposed to keep up with all these names?]

[foeyay]

[Sorry, man. Kamui's only ever visited Japan when terrorizing Earthlings.]

Yup!

[saltysanta]

Right.

[He needs to write recipe cards or something to keep track of these things. How did he end up so domesticated in this ruined, burned hellscape of a town?]