Sakagami Kenzo
Kenzo looked at the girl with wide eyes of amazement. Nay, shocked if one could daresay.
"Wow, how did you know?" Perhaps she was a skilled yokai, or an onmyouji! Either way, she sounded like company, and the ore the merrier. So smiling, he gave her a friendly pat on the back and urged her to come in.
"Well, if you're hungry, I'll cook something for ya. Want me to show you around the place? Figures you might want some rest."
Hyoudo Tenma
"Uh, I dunno..." She mumbled, pondering on what to do while listening halfheartedly to the rest. While she was mostly thinking on how to fix her things, where to find food and shelter and if she could hire and/or run tests with those fellows. At least, she needed a lab. So she kept walking, thinking, until she heard a blasphemous spiel uttered by the white haired fool.
Did that guy just talk shit on donuts? He did not just talk shit on donuts.Turning towards the white haired man, she glared at him with a look of disgust and disbelief. Judging him. Silently.
Spoiler for donuts are love:
What the fuck did you just fucking say about donuts, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Dark Ominous Nefarious University of Terriblevil , and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Counter Strike servers, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla Wowarcraft and I’m the top leader in the entire DONUT forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Nippon and your address is being traced right now so you better prepare for the glazing, maggot. The donuts that wipe out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can stuff you with donuts in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively untrained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Tim Horton facilities and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment about donuts was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit Boston Creams all over you and you will drown in them. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
So she spoke, flatly, trying to keep her cool and correct that man's mistaken path.
"Erm, why would you pick any of that over donuts? Donuts are clearly better. Even
she knows that. Besides, donuts are like cakes, but awesome and with holes
and you can even make parfait donuts! Why would you eat something that is clearly inferior? Are you like, retarded? There's no wa-"
Suddenly, she was interrupted by a roaring grumble from the depths of her entrails. And suddenly, a revelation! A divine message. That is where they were to head.
"EUREKA! Let's find a donut shop!"