Sanada & Kawamura house on New Tokyo

[Yaoquizque]

For once, Amaya didn't go out for the evening. She didn't invite someone either.
She was just tired.

The last mission her unit was given had been tiring. Far from home, with only a few boring pilots as escort, to look for something intangible, making them all risk their lives for nothing.

What the hell was the admiralty even thinking?

Chasing those thoughts from her mind, she slumped on the sofa, gazing around to locate the holo device remote control.

The quietness in the house reminded her how desert this place came to be.
Actually... She wasn't alone.
That young cat jumped near her, begging for a few caresses.

Amaya often wondered during the last weeks where her co-tenant was. It didn't bother her that much however, as she often tended to lecture her and treat her like some kind of stupid child, which was pretty much damn annoying.
Also because it allowed her to do what she wanted in the house while she wasn't there, which was, well... Pretty neat.

But, somehow, her part of the rent was paid in time. Therefore she assumed she was somewhere busy trying to look all mean and ruthless.

After her co-tenant friends fiddled with her holo device, it took a week to reconfigure it correctly. She gave the cat an hostile gaze as she was pretty damn sure he was playing with the remote control when nobody was home, which would explain why it always ended under some troublesome to move furniture.

"You wouldn't come to know where the remote is, hmm, bakaneko."
Some purrs were the only answer she got.
"Thought so." she answered after raising her eyebrow.

Some noise made her look back. Junko was standing near the entry, leaning uneasily against the partition.
"Oh... Bakaneko, look who's paying us a visit. Someone will finally bother to feed you after all!"

Her co-tenant didn't say a word, and after a few seconds, finally walked towards the sofa with effort.
Eventually, she sat carefully. Something was obviously costing her a lot.
"Ehhhh? No offense Junko, but you look like... Well i do not find the appropriate metaphor."
Her friend didn't answer. She uneasily started to take off her fly suit, which appeared to be sticking to her under clothes.

A somewhat horrified expression appeared on Amaya's face.
"What the.."

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