Issue 1 Downtime

Becky unlocked the door and forced it open, having to put her shoulder into it.

"Welcome to me Rome, luv," Becky says, dropping her purse on the floor, "Make ya'self comfy."

Becky's flat was a small studio apartment with a grand view of a dirty alley. It was decorated with a bunch of random knick knacks and clothes littered the entire place.

"Fancy," Ayami deadpanned.

Becky laughs as she steps into the kitchen, "I's a shithole. Best I can afford tho'."

"Care for a cuppa?"

"A cup of what?"

"Tea, luv," Becky says cheerfully, putting a kettle on, "Hospitality an' awl that."

"Sure, I'll take some tea," she said, looking around.

Becky had apparently more then a few interests. A large bookshelf filled with dog eared books on history stood in the corner. Tons of clothes and shoes littered the room, but they were all fairly fashionable stuff.

On the mantle there were loads of pictures of her family, especially her sisters. Bits of West Ham memorabilia littered her walls.

And there were half-finished mugs everywhere. Apparently, she liked tea. Or had a lot of visitors.

Becky stepped out of the kitchen and took a seat on the couch, "Be ready inna sec."

"Very...colorful, this room."

"Sorry, it's a really fookin' Elliot," Becky says, "'Ope it doesn't bovver ya too much."

"...no, no, it doesn't bother me at all..."

"Ya okay?" Becky asks.

"I'm....I'm fine, yes, thanks for asking," she said, finally smiling.

Hearing the kettle, Becky gets up and heads back to the kitchen.

"Something's botherin' ya though. Wanna rabbit abaht it?"

Becky returns with two hot mugs, handing one to Ayami.

"...why are you being nice to me?"

"Nah real reason, I guess," Becky says with a smile, "Ya seem all sugar an' spice, luv. 'Elps that I wanna get inta yer knickers a bit but other then that?"

Becky shrugs, "Ya seemed lonely."

Becky takes a sip of her tea.

"Believe me, I ain't sugar and spice," she chuckled, lowly.

"Figure I'll decide that myself, iff'n ya d'n mind, twirly," Becky says with a soft smile.

"If you wish. But don't say I didn't warn you."

"Nah complaints 'ere. Ya gave plenty of warnin', luv," Becky says, "Still interested tho' if'n y'r wantin' to have a go."

"Why not?"

"Come 'ere th'n," Becky says, taking Ayami's hand and gently leading her over to the couch. Her touch was fairly soft for someone with big claws for hands.

"Your touch is fairly gentle, for someone with big claws for hands."