"I would like to point out what I'm immune to as Sailor Moon and the stressing you still do," she countered, pulling out her own thermos of miso soup and sipping it. It wasn't bad, it wasn't Makoto Kino GOOD, but it wasn't bad.
She watched a little boy run after his mom, slipping but able to right himself before they passed by the house on their way to... well, whatever, she couldn't know. She saw a couple walking arm in arm and felt a twang, immediately looking away to see a vendor arguing with someone, said someone was pointing at what appeared to be broken... sticks? It was too far to know.
"I'm glad you like it," she smiled. "Don't forget to have some edamame, it's very good protein. Just cause you can't feel the cold anymore doesn't mean your body stopped needing food." She balked. "What a curse that would be," Usagi's first love were eating and sleeping. Trench had a habit of denying her the second, but she wasn't about to let go of the first.
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She watched a little boy run after his mom, slipping but able to right himself before they passed by the house on their way to... well, whatever, she couldn't know. She saw a couple walking arm in arm and felt a twang, immediately looking away to see a vendor arguing with someone, said someone was pointing at what appeared to be broken... sticks? It was too far to know.
"I'm glad you like it," she smiled. "Don't forget to have some edamame, it's very good protein. Just cause you can't feel the cold anymore doesn't mean your body stopped needing food." She balked. "What a curse that would be," Usagi's first love were eating and sleeping. Trench had a habit of denying her the second, but she wasn't about to let go of the first.