"Every morning, doing the same shit. That's what it is in here." The blonde man clad in a t-shirt and blue jeans complained to his brown-haired and bespectacled companion in business outfit as they walked through a street. "Man, I can't fuckin' believe that I'm actually whining right now about the lack of ass to kick here, Ratt. It just ain't the same since, for some fuckin' reason, we got transported to this East Jesus Nowhere a few months ago. This is bullshit. We had more fun and we had it damn good back in our world, mang. I feel like we've been screwed big-time in this place. What a fucking dump."
"Neo, I suggest that you stop complaining right now." Rattus told him. "It has just been a few weeks ago since we have completed a major objective that involved doing activities you are very fond of. I know very well that the hardest thing to do is being idle, so I suggest you find yourself some recreation that doesn't involve clandestine activities." He continued, before finally ending it with a simple statement. "You are just bored, Neo."
"Well, fuck you, man." Neo retorted as they walked on amongst themselves. "I had to fill in for some motherfucka' who wants to have a weed party in his crib. I ain't got no ganja to smoke my ass off right now, and I won't have it 'til next week. And my research on dat goddamn cure-all I'm workin' at ain't leading me to nowhere. I might not be short of dosh righ' now, but fuck you if you think I would want to blow all of my shit on bottles of Jack."
And then, a black-haired woman in yukata beside Rattus spoke up. "Then it only means you must find something new to do right now, is not that right, Neo-san?" She has been walking with them the whole time.
"Yukina, I know you're retarded, so I'll give you the benefit of the fuckin' doubt that you don't know that I don't want that right now, neither do I want to do some shit that I never had any fuckin' interest with, bitch." Neo snarked at her. "I mean, really? If I wanted to do somethin' new right the fuck now, I would have done that shit. Because, unlike you who keeps readin' Jap gay comics and always happy doing something retarded, I know when I want to do something new and no motherfucker would have to tell me that."
"But I am just giving you an advice, Neo-san." Yukina replied.
"Then get the fuckin' hint, Yukina: I dun want it." Neo said, just before he noticed something...
Sakura continued her brisk walk, glancing at many seemingly random objects as she moved forward, barely even paying attention to her route. Every once in a while, she would stop to investigate something, a bush, an alleyway, a dumpster; she would quickly tear them apart; after she confirmed she hadn't found what she was looking for, she returned to her walk, an eerie and obsessive look in her eyes.
"Senpai..." She muttered.
The three of them noticed this purple haired girl seemingly wandering around the streets, who acted as if was finding something that was not there. They all began to observe carefully, until they heard her mutter something.
"...Did she say 'senpai' right now, Onii-chan?" Yukina addressed to Rattus, looking at him with worry.
"That I think she did, Schwesterchen." Rattus replied to her.
Neo then sniggered and quipped, "Boss, I think she wants her senpai to notice her. You're the man here, so you be the senpai this time, Ratt."
"I see." Rattus affirmed. "I'm going to approach her. Ready yourselves and cover my back." The two them then nodded in agreement.
The bespectacled man then approached her carefully, until he was around 15 feet near her. He then called her out, "Good afternoon, young woman. Do you need any help?"