In the cozy little room, heavy snoring came and went.

"Whew——!"

"What the is going on?" Jacob was startled by Vasa's screams and thought he was being attacked by the enemy.

"Not much," Vasa wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face pale, "I dreamed that my crotch was hit with a machine gun. ”

"Neuropathy."

"You know the." Vasa, who got up from the bunk, stretched, "It's the ground. ”

"Who called you that big?" The veteran yawned, put on his blindfold, and patted the young man next to him who was still drooling. "The sun is shining on the ass, unlucky!"

"Ah......?" The unlucky man opened his eyes, just glanced at the veteran, and actually fell asleep again.

"I don't have breakfast if I don't get up!" Jacob, who was dressed in his vest, moved his shoulders a few times and jumped out of bed, "I slept so well last night!" ”

"Comfortably better than your's arms?" Vasa winked at him.

"you." The veteran ignored him.

"Morning ...... Breakfast......? The unlucky man straightened up, and though he was still a little dazed, he stubbornly tried to get dressed.

"Breakfast, is there anything else you can offer?" The hapless guy with his pants over his head asked his companion.

"Of course," Vasa said, having washed his face, walked out of the bathroom and rolled with laughter at the look of embarrassment on the hapless man, "Oh my God,—— I suggest you better take your pants off your head first, man." ”

"Mr. Unlucky, do you need me to help you make a hole in your pants on your head? You'll have a new top – and it's going to be funky to wear, I promise. The trouser was smiling so hard that he couldn't straighten up his waist, and sneered mercilessly at the young rookie, not seemingly noticing that he had worn it backwards—he would soon find out.

Edge Colonial Restaurant.

"What's wrong with you, Jacob?" The unfortunate guy with breakfast sat next to the veteran—the expression on his companion's face was a little unnatural, and his face was as if he was holding.

"Not really." Jacob stiffened his face, making the unlucky guy next to him feel more and more strange the more he looked at it, but since his companion didn't say it, then he couldn't continue to ask rudely—after all, he might have been pulled in his pants at this time—and the unlucky guy said he understood. If he had encountered such misfortune, he would never have made a big fuss about it so that everyone would know about it.

"He's been like this since he first sat down, ignore him." Vasa on the side lifted his head buried in the bowl and squeezed his eyes at the unlucky egg, revealing his big white teeth stained with some sweet potato residue, "Maybe it's pulling the egg, you know?" ”

"Oh——!" The unlucky guy who took a sip of sweet potato porridge suddenly realized—this happens to men all the time, but there was nothing he could do but pat his companion on the shoulder to comfort him—but he didn't know why Jacob glared at them viciously.

Today's breakfast was a bowl of sweet, bubbling sweet potato porridge, and a piece of freshly fried dumplings left over from last night.

The dough is crispy and the inside, but it's still soft and delicate on the inside, and the taste of rice is rich in the mouth—a sip of the thirst-quenching, sweet piping hot potato porridge will make you sweat a little - it's really refreshing!

"I'll go get another bowl." Vasa tossed the remaining dumplings into his mouth and stood up.

"Wait a minute!" Jacob handed over his empty bowl, "Fill one for me." ”

"Why don't you go yourself?" Vasa was a little strange, "You can't walk with your eggs, right?" ”

Thanks to Vaasa's loud voice, he managed to attract the attention of his companions.

"......" Jacob motioned for Vasa to come closer, and then whispered to him, "My pants were sewn upside down last night!" ”

"Oh——?" Vasa was stunned for a moment, then checked his pants - fortunately, his pants were not at the hands of the pants-sewing maniac.

"Sister, there are so many people!" Anya, who was in a wheelchair, pulled her sister's arm.

"Well, there are a lot of people." As soon as Little Red Riding Hood in his wheelchair walked into the restaurant, he could smell the aroma of food wafting through the air — not very strong, but it was really fragrant — and it seemed to be a little sweet.

Little Red Riding Hood pushes Anya's wheelchair to an empty seat at the table while she goes to fetch breakfast for her sister.

Little Red Riding Hood, who was shuttling through the crowd, had her heart pounding, and she looked a little nervous with her head down—for some reason, she actually left the mask used to cover her face on the bedside table when she went out!

This means that the hideous scars that stretch across the face will be directly exposed to the view of others.

Maybe I shouldn't be so relaxed. Little Red Riding Hood was suddenly annoyed. But strangely enough, no one seems to laugh at themselves...... There was no one either...... ...... care about your scars?

"Your porridge, lovely young lady." Bender packed two steaming bowls of sweet potato porridge and dumplings in an old plastic tray, placed two spoons on the sides, and carefully handed them to Little Red Riding Cycle: "Oh—beware of hot mouths." ”

"Ah...... Good ......" Little Red Riding Hood took the tray in a bit of a panic, not daring to look closely at the warm smile on Bender's face, turned around and hurried away.

"Look at how scared people!" The old knife on the side bumped Bender with his shoulder and shook his head, "I told you to change your hairstyle a long time ago,—— and your head makes you look like a bald boar." Look at me - the exploding head that symbolizes youth and vitality, oh my God, it's so cool! ”

"Oh, what's wrong with your face, sister?" Anya took the porridge and glutinous rice cake that her sister handed her, her big eyes were full of doubts and puzzles, but her sister didn't seem to hear her words, just stirred the porridge with a spoon in a daze.

Bender didn't seem to recognize himself as he had changed his red cloak - what did he just call me? Lovely ...... Lovely Miss?!

Little Red Riding Hood, who was thinking about things, scooped a spoonful of sweet potato porridge and put it in her mouth—she seemed to have forgotten to blow the piping hot porridge first!

"Ahh——!h Little Red Riding Cycle, who had accidentally been burned in his mouth, put down his spoon and gasped for breath before he could barely swallow the slightly cooled sweet potato porridge - it seems that Bender's kind admonition was carelessly forgotten by someone.

"Hey! Good morning. A familiar voice greeted her, and Little Red Riding Hood turned her head to find that it was Miss Mosilaire, the default leader of the fringe colonies, who was a few years older than herself—her right hand was holding Miss Winnie, who seemed to have just woken up and was still a little sleepy-eyed.

"Good morning, Miss Mosilaire." Little Red Riding Hood hurriedly stood up and tried to bow to her.

"No, no, no—" A somewhat surprised Mosilele immediately took her hands and stopped Little Red Riding Hood from being overly respectful, "since we all live closely under the same roof, let's get rid of these things." - Is today's breakfast delicious? ”

"Of course," Little Red Riding Hood laughed, winking at her, "to our liking, and if you don't mind, we can eat the bucket with it." ”

Mosilaire was amused by her humor. The adults finished greeting each other, and the children began to say good morning to each other.

"Good morning, Anya." Winnie, who was still a little sleepy, yawned softly, "Huh." ”

"Good morning Winnie!" Anya smiled at Winnie, and then couldn't help but yawn too, "Huh-"

"Meow!" Peanut, who hadn't been seen in a long time, jumped onto the table, screaming softly in an attempt to regain a sense of existence.

"I'd like to officially introduce you to the members of the colony after breakfast, okay?" Mosilaire blinked and asked Little Red Riding Hood and Anya.

"Hmm. Good! Little Red Riding Hood and Anya both smiled sweetly.

Damn—no one cares about our cute kittens!

Late at night.

Meteors that light up the sky, devastating impacts, collapsing buildings, piercing screams......

"Ahh Anya, who woke up from her dream, woke up her sister from her sleep.

"What's wrong, Anya?" There was also a little dazed Little Red Riding Hood who lit the bedroom light and hugged the panting Anya in her arms, "Are you having nightmares again?" ”

"Hmm......" Anya sobbed under her breath with fear still on her face.

Little Red Riding Hood sighed softly and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "It's okay, my sister and everyone are by your side." ”

"Hmm." Anya hugged her sister tightly, as if she would disappear as soon as she let go.

They had been in the fringe colony for half a week, and although the frequency of Anya's nightmares had decreased due to the mild environment, the poor little girl was sometimes woken up in the middle of the night - a painful scar that often took a long time to heal, especially since the experience left Anya with a terrible lifelong disability.

Little Red Riding Hood stroked Anya's head over and over again, and gently hummed an old nursery rhyme for her sister, which Little Red Riding Hood's mother had sung to her in the middle of the night, too, when she was awakened by a nightmare.

Her singing voice is not very beautiful, but she sings very seriously and softly.

The warm melody echoed through the small room, quickly soothing Anya's frightened heart and causing her to fall back to sleep in her arms.

Little Red Riding Hood kissed her sister on the forehead and covered her with a comfortable quilt.

Good night, Anya.

With the flip of the light switch, the quiet and gentle night returns to the bedroom once again.