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"Jiji! There you are, I've been lookin' for ya everywhere," Nona jogs over to Hans, who is busy digging for worms in the lot next to a convenience store with not a single window intact.
"What do you want?" He asks, pulling a particularly fat brown worm from the grey dirt and plunking it into the rusted can beside him.
"I was, uh...I was thinking," The woman starts, putting her hands on her hips. "Maybe I was a lil harsh-"
"No, you were right. There's no reason for us to be all buddy-buddy anyway. We've got nothin in common." Hans interjects, wiping his hands. Nona squats down next to the fifteen year-old.
"Nah, we've got one thing in common-- we're both runaways." Hans stares into the distance, nodding idly.
"Actually, there is something you can do for me." He digs through the inner pockets of his cracked leather coat, producing a small pink pill. Leaning in closer to Nona, he asks, "Y'know what this is...l? I stole a whole pack of 'em from some dude on the street, but I dunno what the fuck they are. ...I like 'em, though." The older woman groans.
"Ugh, I leave you for five fucking minutes and you start popping pills! Fuck's sake- Come on, Jiji! Let's get you some food. You hungry?" Nona lifts herself up, looking down at Hans, but the teenager simply continues digging through the ground.
"Nah, I got food," He nods to the can next to him, then pauses, plucking a worm from it and slurping it down. A little brown juice drips down his red lips, and Nona pulls a face.
"That's fucking disgusting."
"Told ya we're incompatible. Besides, not everyone was raised on fuckin'... whatever it is government officials eat. Some of us know how to hustle." Hans shoots back, reaching to grab another worm. Nona grabs his wrist. "Ow!"
"I swear to fucking God- you don't know the first--!" Face red and eyes bulging, she throws down his arm. "Fine, I'll leave you be. I guess I'll have to enjoy some tuna sandwiches all by myself..." Hans gasps lightly.
"W-wait!!"
