//its not a terrible platform, it's just different

//VrChat is as much of a mixed bag as RP here, from what I've gathered

//good thing i don't game. I'm too busy making stuff, learning, writing, and helping friends.

//just because they have issues understanding, doesn't mean it's difficult to understand.
Cartoon ≠ kid show ; it just means cartoon.

//... animation is a medium. Watership Down and Grave of the FireFlies are both animated, yet they're *not* kid movies.
Fuck, hazbin hotel isn't for kids either

"That sounds great right now."

She looked at the menu, like that would do anything.

"What would you recommend?" She asked the elder.

The atmosphere of the restaurant, even though they were on the edge of it, felt like a friend greeting her.

She gave a similar nod, a little deeper than her friend next to her.

She gave a soft groan before following him, looking like she really needed that meal and a nap.

"Absolutely."

She picked herself off the ground.

"Went searching for food in a dumpster, got chased out by the store owner, it began to rain, got chased by a dog, the cops, the car I found ran out of gas before I could get to a station, and I just couldn't open anything today."

She gave a deep sigh.

"I've been walking since 10 this morning."

She nodded.
"Very long day. Woke up early, and everything went to shit from there."

"Sup."

She looked like she's been traveling for a while, her journey hanging around her eyes.

She sat down near the shrine, resting her back against its stone foundation.

There was a small noise as the latch sprung open from her pressure.

"Just squeeze and flip it open. I would've given you a gun, but whoever's in charge here doesn't have any laying around."

She looked down at herself, a thought snapping to her mind.

"Here."
She pulled from inside her sweatshirt, a high-quality butterfly knife.
"I don't use it often, so it's still sharp, and it has no issues."

"I hope you can use it without cutting yourself?"

"Jesus."
She cut her down with the speed and precision of someone who's skinned animals.

"Get a good look at who did it?"

One of her kukris flew at one, burying into their head. She quickly moved like a cat chasing its prey, brutally taking down the second with her hands before ripping the blade out of the first and splitting the head of the third.

She managed to pick a handgun from one of them.

"Mine now."

"You learn to live with what you got. I know some people who are literal demons; they're good people... they're just Demons that's all."

"Depends on species and how it mixes with the human half. I'm a lucky even split, but I've seen some that need a haircut four times a year.
Sheep animalia are some unlucky people, but they get free wool.