“You mean the milk? I threw it out the window! You should pick up more at some point!”
Though it had not reached the expiration date on the package due to a misprint at the factory, those who consumed the milk would likely spend the entire day regretting their choices over a toilet. Nero was not the sort to wish that sort of fate against anyone, even though the primary reason for this benevolence was her own desire to not have Kuuro use the spoiled milk in his cooking.
After all, there was no reason why an act cannot be both selfish and selfless.
Nero, of course, neglected to mention that she had noticed it was expired and likely saved Kuuro from certainly getting sick from the milk. And it wouldn’t even cross her mind to inform him of such a situation, given that he probably already knew.
Regardless of her intent in the matter, her smile seemed to convey a sense of pride in her action, as if she expected Kuuro to praise her, despite likely giving the man the wrong idea. It wouldn’t be too far fetched of an assumption for Kuuro to make that there was some sort of malicious intent if only given her previous record.
“Pork bowl? No idea what that is supposed to be, but if Kuuro is making it, then I’m sure it is going to be tasty!”
Nero knew very little about her “roommate”, but if there was one thing that she understood, it was that Kuuro seemed to have a way of making even the most mundane-sounding dishes into a delicious meal. She was sure that he had to have worked part-time at a restaurant or something, or perhaps it was the changing time and all young boys were this proficient at cooking.
“Who taught you how to cook like this? I think I would die on the street if it weren’t for your meals! When I came here, I tried to get directions from a stranger who asked to borrow my luggage bag before he ran away! He never even came back to return it!”
There was not a lot found within that bag in the eyes of Nero. Just a few changes of clothing into what more resembled a true Sister’s outfit, a few falsified documents from her organization, a map marked in a few locations in Academy City, as well as around 100,000 yen worth of money in the Academy City-style of circulation.
To someone with any shred of common sense, these were not trivial objects to have lost, but to the sheltered Nero, whom of which spent most of her life in the monastery away from the outside world, they held little significance, aside from her change of clothing perhaps.
“You said “Judgement”, though? Aren’t they those police-like guys who go around and protect the city? Are you, like, a superhero or something? Maybe you could get my bag back! Someone asked to borrow it after bumping into me at the port, but after waiting for four hours, he never came back! I thought people were supposed to return things they borrowed!"
Nero’s eyes lit up, only to dim a moment later with what Kuuro had said after.
“...Are you trying to sexually harass me?”
She paused for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts, before continuing, a finger resting itself below her chin and her face contorted into a disgusted expression; The kind of expression one might make after they realize they had stepped in the freshly-made excrement of a dog whose owner is in viewing distance while walking down the street, or the face one might make if one were to see a maggot-infested piece of garbage in a back alley of some shady part of town.
“No, let me rephrase that. 'Are you trying to sexually harass me again?'”
