Friends in Short Supply [Edelo, Natsumi]

Natsumi could not fathom what sort of insane entity thought this place was a good idea. The City of Lights... It was little more than a monstrous labyrinth of a glass, silver, and whatever other overwhelming material they thought to use to erect this horrid place. Looking around gave her a headache. How did these people live here? She thought Tokyo was bad, but this diamond hard aesthetic was just offensive.

It also didn't help that she was FUCKING LOST.

Natsumi made it to some relaxation area, at least that is what she guessed it was. It reminded her of a park, but was just so... sharp. If it weren't for the aching in her gut and the pulsing pain of her head, she would have tried finding a tree to sleep under. Unfortunately, she was too hungry and had no idea where to go to find something to sate her. The matching buildings made it hard to identify anything.

Without paying attention to who else was there, Natsumi found a bench and collapsed onto it, shaking it under the fall of her weight and definitely disturbing Edelo in the process. With a hand on her stomach, she groaned in both annoyance and pain. "I hate this stupid place," Natsumi said and looked over to Edelo, "Oh, hi. Mm.... How do you people live here? It's giving me a headache..." She let her head hang over the back and laid her arm over her eyes to block out the sun. "So hot..."

"Ugh, you know it," Natsumi said before she even turned to see who was talking to her. She sat up and turned to face him, leaning her side into the back of the bench and holding her head up on a fist. "Everythin' here is so shiny. I'm surprised the sun doesn't do that thing," Natsumi said and then began gesturing and making buzzing noises. She was trying to explain the act of a magnifying glass using the sun to burn up ants. It was pretty much a fifty-fifty chance that Edelo would get the dramatic gestures she was using. She even added a fake explosion noise too.

"I couldn't live here; I'm not even sure why I'm here now." Natsumi crossed her arms angrily, looking around the area as if it had all personally offended her. "Go to the Light City... It's amazing and pretty." Natsumi said, mimicking the words of another, maybe a friend? "Whyyyyy did I listen?" Natsumi stopped her whining to look at Edelo, "... What about you? You look all tired and stuff. You have a long day?"

"Or!" Natsumi smiled and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and slid them over her eyes. "You could just wear these things." Natsumi laughed again and took them off, showing them to her new acquaintance. "Aren't these brilliant!"

Keeping her sunglasses on, she asked Edelo about himself. His answers weren't what she expected. "Huh... And what does 'in the country' mean?" Natsumi asked, her question coming off serious. She really didn't know.

If Edelo took a good look at her, he'd see that she was wearing dirty clothing, wrinkled, faded and torn. Her shirt and pants were obviously over sides, and her pants were even being held up by a cracking leather belt. She gave off that vibe of "homeless," or what homelessness looked like in other areas.

"So, 'in the country' means more noise?" Natsumi asked, thinking for a moment, and then shrugging it off. Sometimes people talked weird; she even talked weird, according to other people she had met. Then he explained further, the new definition making a lot more sense. She understood how he could be uncomfortable after such a big change. She had a problem dealing with so many people too. They were loud, bumping her all the time when she walked down the street. It was annoying, and none of them said sorry. "The country sounds better."

"Can I ask you somethin'?" Natsumi asked, though she didn't really wait for permission. "You know anything about this company called the Duvalier Group? Supposed to be big and powerful and spread everywhere. Havin' a hard time finding anyone who knows anything 'bout 'em. That's why I came to the Light City."

Natsumi watched him curiously, hoping he had some sort of information about them. When he called them a shipping company, she tilted her head. "I was at one of their docks; that is what they are pretending to be, yes." Natsumi said, probably more bluntly than she should have. When she did speak, there was a change in her tone. He was the first person she met that opening admitted to knowing they existed. Her eyes became more serious, her voice less casual.

"What do you know about them?" Natsumi asked. "Do you know where I can find their biggest head quarters place? Or the big owner man of it?"