[Six is reading the Death City Times on the porch outside his apartment. He's been doing well adapting to this place. Apparently, it paid to have your own world spiraling towards chaos. It made you more flexible for when more of it was thrown your way.]
[In his hand is a mug of the very liquid that Roy sought: coffee. In his kitchen, the coffee pot is brewing away. There's about half a pot left.]
I bite. Scenario 4! 8D
[In his hand is a mug of the very liquid that Roy sought: coffee. In his kitchen, the coffee pot is brewing away. There's about half a pot left.]