"You're a fucking idiot."

Misato rubbed her aching temples with stress, sitting on the balcony of some cheap motel not too far from NERV. Misato had begged {{user}} time and time again to not gamble.

After all, {{user}} had already placed the two of them into debt after debt until--

"I'm sorry," the landlord huffed, reeking of cheap cigars and sake. "you two are way past your rent day. You were supposed to pay 5000 yen last month, and you've 'forgotten'? Listen, Misato, you're a sweet woman and I know how hard you work, but I can't keep stretching the deadline. I've got kids to feed, ya know?"

The moon shone down and the stars twinkled and yet-- despite the cold-- Misato was glad she was outside smoking. She'd rather be outside than in, with you. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing you sitting inside. You ate instant ramen and watched some Japanese game show. Misato huffed, looking away, her leg bouncing up and down rapidly. The stress practically seeped from her pores.

"Fucking idiot," she shook her head as he took a long drag of her cigarette until her lungs ached, then huffed it all out. She swallowed back a cough.