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[Setting]Night stall in neon
| >A lone redhead girl exited the train station. 5'1 tall, dressed in open trench coat and a miniskirt of all things, she left the station and headed towards the man manned stall and the man manning it. She was humming to the tune of The Beat Octopus. Chirping to the same tune was a literall alien facehugger sitting on her head. Smile on the girl's round face implied that she either was not aware of the abomination, or simply didn't mind.
>Girl stopped by the stall, curious.
| >>533870
>The stall was normal, and a good smell was emanating from within, the man behind the counter bowed a little to the girl, unconcerned by the abomination on her head
| >"Huff huff" voiced the girl as she noticed the smell and stepped closer to the stall. One would almost be able to see an invisible wiggling tail as she looked through the items on the display with puppy eyes. Facehugger chirped something meaningless.
"Excuse me, mister, do you have something to chew on?" — >The girl finally asked in excited tone,
— "Oh, but as cheap as possible, I'm super broke recently!"
| >The sounds of a sniper ring out, shortly followed by a helmeted girl dropping in front of the stall and sighing
"Missed again..."
>she smells the stall, and takes a seat her mouth already watering despite her stoic face
"...Food."
| >A man comes out of the train station, checking behind him once in a while, and makes his way over to the stall. His suit in a discheveld state, and you think you can make out blood stains on the left side of his shirt, which he covers up with his jacket.
"Cute pet."
>He nods to the Facehugger
"What can I grab to eat on the go?"
>He turns to the stall vender.
| >A woman stops by the stall, just behind the other customers, and takes a whiff of the brewing smell from the stand. She has brown hair combed and cut into a bob, and wears a traditional bartender's uniform- a white polo shirt with rolled up sleeves, a black waistcoat, an olive green waist apron, and dress slacks. An undone thin tie sits across her shoulders, just barely covering a pin on her lapel, with the letters "ACB."
>She waits patiently for the others to be served before inquiring herself.
| >>533881
>The man nods and puts his hands over a sign with prices on it, its all very cheap apparently
>>534006
>The man ponders a second before pointing to a small box containing Takoyaki
>He doesnt seem to be the talking type
>>534029
>You get a look, and a smile from the vendor, he points to one of the stools
| >John understands, giving the man a nod, and puts some money down for a box and a drink.
| "I'll take three cheapest items you have! And a soda!" — >redhead girl exclaims, basically salivating, after about a nanosecond of looking at the prices. Facehugger chriped disapprovingly.
| >>534107
"Hey, whoa. Slow down kid."
>John turns to the girl.
"Let the meal be on me."
>John turns to the silent man, pointing to the takoyaki, and makes out a three using his hands.
| >>534107
"I'll have the same as the redhead, except twice as much cola"
>The Helmeted girl says as she holsters her rifle,
"And curry too if you have it!"
| >A man enter the scene. He is wearing military fatigue with heavy helmets and armor,his assault rifle is on his back He is talking on his phone
"Alright,I found some Takoyaki,how many do you want again? Four? Alright"
>He put his phone down and say to the vendor
"Eight Takoyaki on the go please"
| >>534117
>The man nods and gives both of you what you asked for
>Seems like the cheapest item is Oden, it looks really good.
>>534118
>The man serves you some curry and three bottles of some kind of soda
>>534179
>You're given a wave by the tender
| >>534183
"Good eatings."
>John picks up his takoyaki, and pays for them.
>>534179
>John takes a single look at they guy as he walks away.
| >The girl eats the curry and chugs the the cola happily before throwing a sideways glance towards John
>>534205
"...hey... Aren't you that..."
>she reaches for her rifle for a moment, but then shrugs and gets back to eating
| >A small figure barely breaking 5' in a form-fitting metallic suit approaches the stall excitedly, faceplate down and bearing a jester-like smile. Once he gets close enough to see rifles his step falters before continuing at a slower, less bouncy pace.
"Oh, perfect!"
>He seats himself at a stool, humming in a clearly-modified voice as he turns towards the prices.
"Which one is your sweetest shochu? I'll have some of that when you're ready!"
| >>534078
>The woman nods appreciatively and takes a seat near the others, sitting on the other end of the stall where the evening meets the warm glow of the vendor.
"Uncle, I'll take a curry as well, please."
| >>534541
>A glass of a clear sochu is poured out for the new arrival and given without as much as a word, just a wink.
>>534630
>A plate of curry makes its way to you, its smell is mouth watering, looks like actual spices were used, well that or really good synthetic spices.
| >>534714
>The woman breathes in the curry with a gentle air and begins eating it, savoring the bites.
| >>534714 "Thank you!"
>The faceplate retracts, revealing a youthful countenance and messy black hair. Golden eyes fixate on their reflection in the sochu, before his nose twitches at the scent of >>40a565 's curry.
"Sorry to bother you, but how spicy is it? I-I can take spice, I'd just like to know."
| >>534936
"Very, it seems." >The woman says as she gently blows on the top of a spoonful of the stuff with rice, and eats it. You watch her shiver slightly as she chews and swallows, a huge grin on her face.
"Uncle, thank you so much- this really hits the spot." >She says, referring to the stall vendor.
>She turns to you.
"Long day at work?"
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| >A single small night stall eatery was present close to a certain train station in neon, its interior separated from the outside by small curtains with neo-tokyo symbols. Within was a small array of various foods and BTC sponsored alcohols, along with something called 'Hassy'
>A man manned the stall, his face forgettable but his food never forgotten by those who ate there
>Tonight again, the night stall was open to weary travelers and runners alike