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[cytherean]

[What happens when you give a fifteen year old girl a lot of money and drop her off, unsupervised, in a clone of New York City?

Well, in Minako's case, she buys way too much food and crazy expensive clothes. And then, after eating a box of donuts by herself, proceeds to collapse on a park bench, bags strewn on the ground in front of her. And then she starts complaining loudly, making faces.]

Ughhh. I'm gonna puke.

[Despite this, she looks very pleased with herself, even though she's wearing a bunch of her most expensive purchases, tags still attached, with no real focus on whether or not they actually go together. The girl needs Jesus. Someone stop her!]

Comments

[lastnerv]

Honestly? No, I couldn't. People who sleep on benches usually aren't.

[Makin' a lot of assumptions here!]

[cytherean]

[She snorts, rolling her eyes.]

I'm not sleeping! I'm eating!

[Duh.]

[lastnerv]

[Shinji arches an eyebrow, suddenly filled with even more questions.]

Uh, okay. I guess it's a good day to do that kind of thing in the park...

[cytherean]

Of course it is.

[She winks, digging in her bag for a candy bar this time.]

What's your name?

[lastnerv]

[The wink is enough to get him to look away for a second, because then he realizes just how pretty this crazy girl is.]

Um, Shinji. Shinji Ikari. You?

[cytherean]

[HEH.]

Minako Aino! So, are you from Japan, too?

[lastnerv]

Yeah. [He nods.] A Japan, anyway.

[He realizes that probably requires explanation.]

You're an ImPort, right?