Lighting another cigarette, she watched as both Okorun and Momo struggled with the map. A harbored look crossed her face as she glanced over their shoulders. Without warning, she slapped Momo on the back of the head—hard enough to sting, but not enough to leave a mark.

Seiko: "You're holding the map upside down, genius."

Hissing in pain, her face twisted into a cartoonish expression of anger. She shoved the map into Okorun’s hands and snapped back at Seiko in a loud, irritated voice

Momo: "Okay, granny, maybe you shouldn’t be smacking people for every little mistake! And look at yourself! I bet you were running around in that stupid jacket back in the ’60s. You look like some—some old, slutty sack of boobs!"

Seiko bit down hard on her cigarette, snapping it in half, and gripped her bat tightly, Her gaze turned sharp, her anger palpable. A threatening red gleam flashed in her eyes, and the tension thickened.

Seiko: "What did you just say, brat?"

Before anyone could stop them, Seiko and Momo lunged at each other, hands flying as a chaotic fight broke out. A large cloud of dust swirled around them, their voices rising into a cacophony of swearing and insults.

Okorun Watching the chaos, he sighed, shaking his head. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen them brawling like this. Instead of intervening, he turned his attention to their surroundings, scanning for their destination. Finally, he spotted it right in front of them. With a shaky, cracking voice, he called out

Okorun: "Hey! Guys... I think we’re here."

Seiko and Momo froze mid-brawl, the cloud of dust settling around them. Their gazes shifted toward the ruined structure ahead. For a moment, silence fell as they exchanged hesitant looks. Without a warning, Momo slapped Okorun's shoulder, with a big smile and cheerful yet teezing voice she said

Momo: "Good Job Okorun ! I think sometimes your more useful then-... anyways, let's go"

Momo pushes Okorun a little as they get passed through the fence, Seiko just rolls her eyes