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Íroas wasn't sure how best to approach this whole mess. Even though the restaurant was most definitely odd, there wasn't anything that could be pinned down as 'wrong.' Even though in Íroas could feel in his gut that something was off. Especially with the person that was attempting to take their order. He wanted to just start swinging, but what if he was wrong? Even if this was fake, that didn't mean people deserved to be hurt... well, not hurt by him, at least. Pepe simply gave Íroas a small nudge with a nod of confidence. So it was up to him after all. What should he do...? The answer hit him like a bolt of lightning. "Yes, hello, I am a health inspector." Íroas stated in professional tone as he reached into his pocket. He whipped out his bounty hunter badge quickly before slipping it back into his pocket. "As you know, all businesses must be inspected within 3 weeks of their opening, and we're pushing this deadline to the wire." He didn't even know if that was true, but it sounded real, and that's what mattered. "If you do not mind, I wish to get started, that way you all can be free to serve your customers their wonderful pizza." The man froze for a moment, possibly eyeing Íroas up and down, though it was impossible to tell. Finally, however, his posture relaxed, and he nodded in understanding. "Yes, the health inspector. We are up to code. Let me show you the kitchen. It is up to code." The man gestured toward the back of the restaurant, where the kitchen was located. In so doing, however, he quite literally showed his hand. It didn't take a genius to notice it, that the hand had way too many fingers, and that none of them were the appropriate size or length for this guy's hands. Pepe, taking this as a sign that shit was about to get real, started toward the exit. "I'll leave the inspection to you, partner! I need a smoke outside very quick!" Another lie to compound Íroas's, for Pepe did not smoke. "Do not worry, this will be a quick inspection." Íroas said confidently as he followed the man's gesture into the kitchen. If the front of Pepe's Pizza 2 was normal, but somewhat off, the kitchen was where things became wrong, but with a semblance of normal. The room had the general shape of a kitchen. It had the appliances, but whether they were in logical places for what they were was a coin toss. However, the apparent materials of the appliances were all wrong. An oven, for example, was not supposed to be made of wood. Nor were refrigerators traditionally made of grass. "Everything here is up to code. We make good pizza. The best pizza. Nothing compares. Two." And then, at the back, was what looked like it was supposed to maybe be the door to the freezer. Doors were generally not made of what looked like a sort of orange, rubbery skin. A texture that Íroas, as a monster hunter, would be able to recognize. That was flesh of a mimic. "Ah, I'm sorry, friend." Íroas stated as he rolled his shoulder. "You seemed to have made one huge mistake, one major health code violation. The book says the floor should be made of floor!" After uttering that horribly cheesy one liner, Íroas winded up before launching his right fist at the floor. His torso and hips twisted, adding even more power to the straight. His fist was like a train speeding ahead at full force as it smashed into the floor at full power.

The high sea! Despite having slept on dozens of couches in a handful of countries, Tsurumi had never once been on a ship upon the open ocean. It was a scenario she had fantasized about plenty, especially being surrounded by so many cuties! She had bold plans to say such things as 'I'm flying!' from the bow of the ship while wrapped in the arms of Sita, the thief, or either of the twins (perhaps even some combination thereof!), but instead she had found herself in an entirely different circumstance. Over the week of transit, Tsurumi became intimately aware of her relationship with seasickness. She wasn't entirely sure if the constant smell of salt water contributed, or if it was purely a matter of the constant rocking without any visible frame of reference. Whatever it was she was confident that she had lost a few pounds through her inexplicable inability to ingest even insultingly infinitesimal amounts of nourishment. Unfortunately, her body seemed to take offense to the awful condition she was in for the entirety of the trip, to the point where even upon reaching dry land she was well out of commission. And she had done so well to research the love stories of the area. She was pretty sure that romance was even named after this place! And so, while the rest of her compatriots got to tour the city, Tsurumi was holed up in the first hotel Mister SecDef found after they got off the train, vomiting away her dreams of finding love in the City of Light. After a few hours, she had mostly returned to her normal chipper self, and a shower had her feeling even better. Maybe I'm allergic to trains too? Kinda wild I am able to skydive without issue. Dressed up in the cutest outfit she was able to pack on such short notice being practically kidnapped by the US Government from what was supposed to be a day trip, Tsurumi burst forth from the hotel room, only to be immediately met with the exact type of man the novels she made a habit of reading implied would live here. Chiseled jaw, a dirty blonde flowing mane of hair that extended well past his shoulders. In his arms he carried a basket full of evidently used towels. "Pulchra vir!" was all Tsurumi could stammer out as he cocked an eyebrow. "Is that... Latin? You know we pretty much only speak English, right? I'm Fabius, I'm just here to collect the laundry. Your name is Soomy, right? I think that is what I was told..." Tsurumi's eyes were practically sparkling behind her bangs as she shoved her way past him and out into the streets of Rome, "I am sorry, Antinoüs, but I am already committed to somewhere in the range of one to four others, and they have far more compelling backstories than you! I cannot wander astray from them!"