[There's no way this place really provides what they need to live. Life just doesn't work that way---everything has a price, and like hell is she about to indebt herself to anyone else as long as she lives. So there's only one option when it comes to the food and housing provided: reject it.
So that means using her sticky fingers! The second she sees opportunity, she swipes: a stray apple, the bag of chips atop a picnic basket, anything she can hoard in her trusty rusty bag. She's honed her craft over the years, but you might still catch the little thief trying to sneak away.]
option 3:
[Once it's clear that the weirdos really weren't kidding about the need to touch people, Kyoko deals with that need much like she deals with the need for food. She steals contact---pushing someone out of her way, tripping on someone and lingering a little too long, even crashing on top when she's desperate. For a while, it works.
But a few weeks into her stay, Kyoko's getting sloppy. It's getting harder and harder to successfully swipe a snack. She shivers in the dark every night. Waking up each morning feeling dizzy is even worse---she's taken to staying beside a tree, handy for pulling herself up with trembling hands.]
Come on, pull yourself together! Just a few steps and everything'll be fine...
[She doesn't sound convinced. But she's up now and hauling herself forward, ready to grab the first person she sees.]
Kyoko Sakura | Puella Magi Madoka Magica
[There's no way this place really provides what they need to live. Life just doesn't work that way---everything has a price, and like hell is she about to indebt herself to anyone else as long as she lives. So there's only one option when it comes to the food and housing provided: reject it.
So that means using her sticky fingers! The second she sees opportunity, she swipes: a stray apple, the bag of chips atop a picnic basket, anything she can hoard in her trusty rusty bag. She's honed her craft over the years, but you might still catch the little thief trying to sneak away.]
option 3:
[Once it's clear that the weirdos really weren't kidding about the need to touch people, Kyoko deals with that need much like she deals with the need for food. She steals contact---pushing someone out of her way, tripping on someone and lingering a little too long, even crashing on top when she's desperate. For a while, it works.
But a few weeks into her stay, Kyoko's getting sloppy. It's getting harder and harder to successfully swipe a snack. She shivers in the dark every night. Waking up each morning feeling dizzy is even worse---she's taken to staying beside a tree, handy for pulling herself up with trembling hands.]
Come on, pull yourself together! Just a few steps and everything'll be fine...
[She doesn't sound convinced. But she's up now and hauling herself forward, ready to grab the first person she sees.]