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@Bee Melvnin "Eeeeeeh?" Meto blushed faintly and looked down at himself. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. ...Teehee. Meto carefully set down the bag of food and modestly covered his crotch. "...You don't have any pants, do you? You know I always wear the same stuff-" Meaning, he only had one set of clothes because what sane person would waste money on clothes if you had tattoos, hair dye, piercings, drugs and alcohol to waste it on. He grinned at her request and the way her stomach rumbled. Stubborn little Bee. Well, she wasn't little. Meto didn't have a complex about his height or anything, but he would prefer to be taller. Like Bee. Except for a retarded kid he'd met once (Bou), everyone he knew was taller. He'd be lying if it didn't get to him. He was a man. He wasn't into pretending to be a girl. Quite possibly, he actually did have a complex about his not-exactly-god-like build and all his tattoos and piercings were efforts to make him look more intimidating. It certainly worked, sometimes. Or perhaps they were desperate screams for attention from a terribly lonely, depressed and ed up person. Anyways- "Coming right up!", he chirped in an oddly good mood and started emptying the bag. Picking up a chicken skewer he squatted in front of Bee and started dangling it in front of her nose. "Bee˜~ Doesn't it smell goood? Eat this while I make ramen" It was his timid, inexpressive way of thanking her for dragging him here from the bus station.

@Meto Where was he? Had he gotten lost? Someone took the poor soul? Eh,he's a grown man he'll somehow find his way around. It's scary how nonchalant she was being with this situation,he supposed friend hasn't come yet after a whole hour and she's just laying on the floor ,relaxing.
Heavy eyelids slowly closed,finally succumbing to the weight of the sleepiness that has engulfed her finally. Though, with a start she shot up, wide eyed with a racing heart,he had startled her. His loud annoying drunken voice had disturbed her soon to be peaceful rest with his bull "yeah yeah that's nice, can you shush now? But on some clothes,i can see your bro" she spoke in a low, tired,drawn out mumble before dropping back down to her makeshift bed,grumbling.

Moments after she layed down,her stomach growled. ! Why now of all times do you have to be hungry? Before meto walked in,hunger was theast thing on her mind but the simple knowledge of food being mere inches away caused her stomach to recognize how empty it was "meto,make me ramen"

@Bee Melvnin Hmm? Bee was going somewhere- or was her name Bree. No, that was a cheese. Nevermind. She was the bumblebee. Haha. Meto laughed at his joke, staring at nothingness. He stayed that for quite some time, just staring at nothing in particular as the gears in his mind slowly began to work. What had he done last night? Oh right- He had bumped into the local gang who liked to fleece homeless people like him for money. Because homeless people had lots of money, obviously. Ha. Ha. Ha. Anyways, he had tried to run away but that hadn't worked. Luckily, some important dude had been there at the time who had stopped them from kicking him around. He'd even asked Meto to join them for drinks, hence why he was so incredibly smashed. Of course, the drinks and the no-kicking-around had come with a price. His throat was still sore. Maybe that's why his voice sounded so husky. He coughed lightly. Oh- right! He'd managed to steal the guy's wallet. Meto fumbled around... somewhere... and fished out a fat wallet. He grinned. Time to buy some food... and a treat for himself. Meto scrambled to his feet and started stumbling off. About an hour lately he came back with instant noodles, two apples and even chicken skewers from a street vendor. In his other hand he held a small packet of white powder, clenched tightly in his fist. That guy had been rich, which made Meto a bit nervous. Perhaps he had stolen the wrong person's wallet. No No No it was going to be fine! Meto smiled to himself and made his way up the stairs to Bee's place. Denial always felt best. "Breeeeeee!!!, he called out cheerily, waving the bag of groceries around. "I brought food!" Oh wait- Bree was the cheese. She was the bumblebee. Right. Well, whatever.

@Meto He truly was a pathetic sight but honestly who was she to judge when she was just as pathetic. A warning would've been nice before the vomit splashed onto the floor but ofcourse from his drunken state,she wouldn't have gotten one anyway "what ever" she sounded tired,the words barely audible. He's a grown man,he'll somehow find his way to the apartment or he'll spend the night sleeping next to his after party consequence "just find your way upstairs "

Long legs carried her up the flights of decaying stairs,did she feel bad for leaving a drunk and disoriented meto? Nope not one bit. Cold? Nah a ? Maybe but when you're tired ,every man for themselves.after a few minutes she reached the floor where the apartment she called home was on. Obviously a key wasn't needed so with little to no effort she entered her make shift abode and plopped down on the comforters sprawled messily on the floor. Sure, not the best place to lay your head but better than nothing.

@Bee Melvnin [] ok so I just checked again and 5'7 is about 173, not 170.. so she would have been 6cm taller anyway lol well- now she's 12cm taller HAHAHAHA that's kind of weird- I never imagined Meto as a midget

Meto nodded hurriedly at her threat, but when she picked up the pace he really didn't feel any better. Not one bit. It made it worse. His head was spinning, there was an unfamiliar breeze on his crotch, he was being carried by a girl - weird, somehow - and he felt his stomach was about to erupt like a volcano. Not a great start to the day, not at all. The moment Bee finally set him down he leaned over the side and threw up against the wall. Somehow, he managed to keep it out of his hair and off of his clothes. "Ugh.." Meto spat onto the floor to rid himself of the nasty taste of stomach acid and sank down onto the pavement, completely exhausted. I promise, Meto also had good days. "You're awesome Bree", Meto laughed. He spoke without any context, not that he felt his statement needed any. "Where am I? What stairs?" He was not sobered up yet, although he felt a lot better after throwing up. The Japanese clumsily brushed some of his long hair out of his face, eyes blinking groggily. He hadn't noticed he was wearing a skirt yet, that would come later.

@Takenaka Bou ()reeeee

@Bee Melvnin [] hnnnghI'llthinkaboutitbb

@Takenaka Bou []he'sashortlilbubawee

@Takenaka Bou []ssshonemorewonthurt

@Bee Melvnin []okayconsidermetoofficiallyshortersothatbeecancarryhimlol

@Bee Melvnin []yesgurlIWasthinkingaboutthatbutIhavesomanyherealreadyotl

@Takenaka Bou []you can if you want
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@Bee Melvnin [] gurl there's basically no difference then- should I make Meto a bit short? Say... 161?

@Meto The little pat on her bum had her grumbling lowly under her breath but she thought nothing of it ,after all he was gay so it doesn't matter. Though she will kick his if he dared threw up on her only jacket that she had not a penny to wash it with "meto..you will be a dead man walking if you throw up on me" voice slightly threatening as she sped up her pace just eager to get back to the abandoned apartment complex they-or well Bee calls her home;better than no home honestly.

The walk back was painful,she didn't want this drunken man to make more of a mess than he already did,the looks,the whispers,and worse the cameras that seemed to come from every person they passed;curiously wondering what freakshow the two came from...if only she could tell them they didn't live in the circus,the chance of them believing was slim. The stairs was what bee dreaded going up the most" alright meto..you're gonna have to walk up the stairs..come on " with a soft heave ,she took him off her shoulder to prop his small frail frame against the closests brick wall; poor meto..must've been cold.

@Meto ()she's about 5'7

@Bee Melvnin [] how tall is Bee btw?

@Bee Melvnin [ oh - I just googled and apparently Meto is only 167- he is short- 0.0 wait till she meets the Takenaka's though- then she'll know what really short people actually are ;DDDD ]

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..." Meto let out a weird, creepy sound as the girl dragged him out. It was very uncomfortable. The fabric of the skirt wasn't that thick. She was basically dragging his across the ground and it hurt. Tiny little tears welled in his eyes. Ah- his poor s. Bee could never understand his pain. "Wooahh!" Meto gasped in surprise and confusion when his body started floating. Well, when Bee picked him up. The unfamiliar movement made him feel a bit sick. "You're so strong", he laughed, still half-unconscious. Other than playfully patting her wonderful bum, Meto just lay over here shoulder like a wet rag, dangling. It didn't take long for him to start feeling very, very uncomfortable. The rocking movements of her walking did absolutely nothing for his queasiness and it felt like his head was going to explode. "Bee... Bee... I feel sick...", he half-whimpered, half-mumbled, prodding the girl weakly. One hand covered his mouth. He may be a... carried(?) corpse, but he had the decency to try not to puke on Bee.

@Meto He was a pitiful sight, such so dhe started to actually sympathize with the smaller Japanese male that took pleasure in ing himself over it seemed "you're pitiful" she mumbled in french as she sighed; he hit his head,which added to her conclusion he got faced
"Come on" she reached under the bench to drag him out from under not so much as caring of he got scratched from the pavement below; he's taken worse. Bee was more than aware of the scene unfolding before the young teenagers that were recording a video to show all their friends later; she wanted to back hand them all but she knew she couldn't, they'd have her deported before she could explain herself..after all she was in the country illegally. For once Bee was thankful her miniture companion was as small as he was,it made dragging him and slinging him over her shoulder easier.

@Bee Melvnin What a site. One rarity, a blue-haired male in a skirt, had been joined by another rarity, a young black woman. Some teenagers took out their phones and started recording the girl's efforts to wake the other up. Meto was not cooperating. At first, he didn't even stir at the prodding. It took a few seconds until his brain could process the fact that someone was touching him. "Ughhhhhhhh" Meto groaned in annoyance and tried to swat the hands away. "Lemme aloo-", he grumbled, barely capable of finishing his words. Among his circles, the Japanese was well known for being a completely lost cause. He was a drug addict, an alcoholic and overall quite a pathetic creature. However, he was relatively un-aggressive in comparison to most other addicts. Well, un-aggressive as long as he wasn't experiencing withdrawal symptoms. And he HAD beaten someone unconscious before, so there was that... Anyways, in comparison to other punks littering the streets, he was not particularly violent. Maybe that was why Meto often became the of a joke or the target of bullying. Not that he was pitiful and a walking sob story or anything like that, but a lot of people felt comfortable playfully (or seriously) mistreating him. Meto didn't mind, as long as he got his drugs. What else mattered? Wait- was that Bee in front of him? Huh? Meto's introspective little dream dispersed into the back of his messed up mind and he peered at the girl through squinting eyes. "Hiiiiiiii", he slurred, a grin forming on his face. Bee was nice. He liked Bee. He tried to get up, but hit his head on the underside of the bench and sank back to the ground with a groan. He was going to need a few seconds before he could challenge movement again.

@Meto The cold air infiltrate the holy scrap of clothing she dared call a jacket; it did nothing against the blistering winds that blew from all directions seeming to want her to stop and seek shelter..but that couldn't happen. Her friend was curently knocked out according to the phone call she received right before rushing out the "house" to retrieve her dunken companion. It took around 30 minutes of yelling and peering beneath the darkest crepts of random subway benches,park benches as well as park benches until finally the wild male was discovered. His outfit had Bee raising hwr eyebrows but years of knowing him ; she's learned not to question the oddities
"Meto..wake up" her thickly accented voice gently calls out to him while chocolate hands gently proded ay various locations on his body in an attempt to waks the sleeping drunk male "we have to go"

@Bee Melvnin Meto stood out quite a lot, with his neon blue hair, flashy tattoos and piercings. Even for a hip place like Hongdae, a sight like him was rare. Especially when it was lying under a bench at a bus stop, bottle in hand and completely knocked out- in a skirt no less. Now before you think anything, Meto wasn't a cross-dresser despite his long hair. He wouldn't quite remember the past evening, but I can tell you that he had lost a bet and had to trade his pants for a skirt. Since he wasn't an exhibitionist - and didn't wear underwear - he had obviously decided to wear the skirt. Fabric was fabric. There was nothing to be embarrassed about... n-nothing at all. Well, either way, in his state Meto couldn't be embarrassed about anything as he was asleep and scaring away all the poor commuters who didn't dare approach the bench. Meto and Bee knew each other, had run into each other and had a few drinks together. Or maybe Meto had just imagined it one of his highs and he'd actually just heard rumours about her, or maybe she was a friend of a friend. Who knew. Meto always got confused about where he knew people from. Blame it on all the drugs and alcohol.