Naota was frustrated. He had a fairly decent life, all things considered. His father and grandfather were neurotic idiots who barely met their financial obligations, and behaved more childishly than he felt was necessary for adults. He had friends... sorta. His interest in them varied from day to day. His sports star brother had left his girlfriend, who had her own set of issues, for an American girl. Naota liked her, but she kept referring to him by the nickname she gave his brother. He alternatively hated her, pitied her (he could relate to her lonliness), and desired her. (He was also kind of afraid of her. Girl was CRAZY.)
About the one real shakeup in his life, and the only reason he wasn't as depressed as he used to be, was the crazy pink-haired alien girl that moved in with him. She claimed to be a cop, but he doubted that cops in space. Ever since he had met her, robots from the iron-shaped building had come out of his head, including one whom Mamimi had dubbed 'Lord Canti.' Said robot now lived with them as a servant, and sometimes merged with him to form a giant cannon. The alien girl, Haruko Haruhara, varied between big sister, mother figure, and perverted girlfriend. Naota could never tell how he felt about her, and could count the number of times he had NOT slept in the same bed as her on one finger.
Naota chuckled to himself, realizing that he could technically claim that he had three girlfriends. Deranged ditz Mamimi, psychotic Haruko, and the relatively well-adjusted-despite-the-crap-in-her-life Ninamori.
Naota's stomach rumbled. He frowned, and patted his stomach. The most recent robot had been a giant thing with a giant mouth. Before it had been destroyed, it had bitten him. He had been constantly hungry ever since, and no matter how much he ate, he never felt full.
He sighed, lifting up his shirt. A small pot-belly had developed from all the food he had eaten, and Naota was certain that he'd just keep growing.
Oh well. Maybe Haruko would know something. She had been on edge and more protective of Naota than usual ever since the incident...
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