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[There are monstrous roars, followed by human-esque groans of pain and deep panting from the alleyway. Follow it and you'll find an exhausted man huddled against a dumpster, pulling an abandoned jacket around himself. What do you do?

A. Offer some money and your own jacket?
B. Run the fuck away because HOLY SHIT WHAT WERE THOSE ROARS?
C. Help bring him to the nearest motel for a soft blanket, warm soup, and maybe sex in the shower?
D. Sit by him and tell him your life woes because its not like he's going anywhere?]

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E. Talk at him because he's there.

[moralimperative]

[The city's in quite a state; overturned cars and broken glass littering the streets while unchecked flames burn merrily away to the sound of emergency response teams spread too thin.

Glass and gravel crunching underfoot, Chris pads his way through the streets in flip-flops and pajama pants as though it were any other evening. A breeze catches the long ends of the scarf wound around his neck, jostling one from over his shoulder, and it's as he's tossing it back again that he notices the strange man hidden away in the alley to his side.

It's less a moment of indecision than it is a flourish of a heel turn before he's standing next to the stranger in question, and only a moment longer before he falls backwards against the brick wall making up one side of the alleyway and slides to sit beside the stranger. He takes his hands out of his pockets as he does, fiddling with the ends of his scarf for a moment before switching to twiddling his thumbs.

He's very much as casual as if they both just so happened to be waiting at the same bus stop.

And then, apropos of nothing:] Have you ever had a cereal and strawberry jam turkey sandwich? I've tried a few different types of cereal flakes are definitely key-- I mean, sure, puffs would work, but crushing them before you start just to get the bread together really defeats the purpose of having cereal in a sandwich to begin with.