Side Story 4, Chapter 2, Part 1: A Sadder Day
[Side Story 4, Chapter 2, Part 1: A Sadder Day]
Yesterday was kind of sad. But still, it was kind of entertaining.
“I hallucinated yesterday…” Risokyo said to herself. “Today’s a weekend. I should take a break…”
She lay down on her sofa for a few minutes, before she decided that it felt too boring. She wanted to go outside, and get some food.
Risokyo is now inside a convenience store. When she walked in, she was greeted by a nice speaker.
Ding ding! There was a chime, followed by the nicest low-quality speaker in the world.
“Hello, welcome!”
The equivalent to the sound of god for ordinary, apartment people. Of course, Risokyo wasn’t familiar with the chime.
It had microwavable food, bread, snacks, sodas, milk, and water. They said water in Utoko tasted the best. But really, water tastes the same, it’s just the container it’s stored in. That’s why certain branded water tastes like ass. Of course, the supply has quality control. This convenience store wasn’t the best, but it might just be because it’s an independent, unbranded store. It doesn’t look the most clean, but there are janitors, and restockers, and it’s also the nearest to her apartment.
She ended up taking some microwavable shrimp fried rice, a glass bottle of soy milk, a piece of matcha milk bread, and a pack of herb lozenges.
“Hello, would you like to microwave the food?”
“Sure.”
“Would you like some sauce?”
“Nah.”
“Do you need a plastic spork?”
“I have one at home.”
“Would you like a paper straw? This helps the environment.” The cashier said. “Not like We need to, anyway.”
“I don’t use straws.”
“Do you have a membership?”
“You have a membership!?”
“Yes! You can register in the app. It takes a few minutes. The total is 511 yen.”
“No, thank you.” Risokyo paid the cashier 511 yen.
The person then returned home soon after.
It’s her home.
Her new home.
The best she could do is to get used to it, for the sake of the Hanasorian’s sanity.
She turned on the lights on her desk.
She put the microwavable shrimp fried rice on the desk, and opened the box, revealing a nice, tasty-looking fried rice.
She opened the cap on the glass bottle of soy milk. The crack sounds satisfying to this day.
She ripped open the bag of matcha milk bread. It serves as a nice snack.
She opened the pack of herb lozenges for the first time, and then zipped it shut with the built-in zipper.
This is what the people do. And she is now the people.
She remembers her old identity very well.
You want to eat well-decorated steak on a plate, medium rare, with broccoli, carrots, and fries.
You want a glass of high-quality wine as your drink, sipping on it until you are satisfied.
Risokyo sighed. This is a new identity after all. This is her favorite food. It will be that until she can stop concealing her identity.
Just get used to it.
It’ll be over soon.