By some incredible miracle, Karma somehow found Hiroto.

He only identified him because the boy was showing his wings off to a female model.

A strange feeling welled up in his gut when he saw it but he pushed it aside.

"Oh, hello Karma" Hiroto greeted formally, moving his arm in a sweeping gesture. "This is #76."

Karma nodded and shook 76's hand, ignoring the way she/they raised an eyebrow when he let go of her hand as soon as possible and immediately moved to Hiroto's side.

"I heard that Hiroto's actually Organic like i am-figured i'd get to know him" #76 stated, solidifying her inentions and making Karma shift uncomfortably at how forward this creature was. She stepped confidently toward Hiroto and clasped onto his lower arm, drawing him away from Karma.

"So, i figured we could look around a bit more before you return to your buddy, perhaps?" she asked him, and Hiroto nodded obliviously, causing Karma to scoff. "The only place you want to look is in his pants"

#76's face flushed a crimson colour, and Hiroto seemed to get it finally, an awkward tension steadily increasing, before #76 sent Karma a rude gesture and stalked off, taking Hiroto with her.

Karma let out a low meaningless hissing sound from between his gritted teeth, until a firm hand fell apon his shoulder, causing him to flinch.

He turned, and breathed out gently.

It was Marcy, a female freind of his, also inorganic. She was a totally differant model, though she never specified which model she actually was, and it was hard to decipher when she had updated and modded her appearance so intensly. She had length long light green hair and dark skin, pale grey eyes and was a few inches shorter than him. She was wearing a baggy purple shirt and equally purple jeans.

She looked like a colour explosion, basically.

"Hi marcy" he greeted,a welcoming grin automatically encompassing his face. "How's life?"

She smirked and elbowed his side. "Pretty good, unlike you. You need to use your credits and buy a better house instead of that shack, my god dude"

He rolled his eyes. "My income is less than standard due to me being an old model, you KNOW that. The moment i step foot in a new home all my money is down the damn drain. Not to mention my home is cosy, thank you very much."

She pouted. "Yeah, but I'm a super old model and they pay me above standard.

"You didn't punch one at the top of the heirarchy, one of the filthy aristocracy" he snarked with a blade of anger that was intrinsics to his tone, before letting up his irritation and slumping slightly, back bent over in defeat. "You earnt out of merit... I lost out of my spite"

She smiled pityingly and patted his head, clear condescending seeping from her action. Friend she may be, ally she was not.

She was climbing up the social rankings... He lay at the bottom in her dust.

"Well, prove your worthliness to the peak" she stated. "Do some action to catch attention- and perhaps do not injure someone just because they made a nasty comment like some impudent child"

His face twisted. "Do you think i am ignorant enough to sniff up to those filth like tamed dogs?" he hissed. "That i am blind to their disgusting action, that my apprehension is simply a misconception? They earn that place in my heart, that wound on their face, and they will see the err of their ways."

"Your eyes are misconstrued" she said in great disinterest. "You mistake them, i have spoke to them; i would not be speaking to one who would plunge our civilisation to dispair- do you think me that stupid? Are we not freinds; you need an element of trust in me."

"If i was lying on the floor dying, and to save me you would ruin that prestigious reputation you hold so dear- would you step over me?"

She didn't answer.

"So tell me dear, what trust is there to beleive in?" and he stepped away from her, disgusted. She bit her lip.

"Don't make an enemy of me. I am your only link to the capital"

"You can take your link and stuff it up where it fits" he said angrily. "We are not enemies, but i will not use you to gain strength. Some people aren't like that"

He left.

She stood, alone,stunned from the biting venom. He had always treated her with respect, this came out of nowhere. Something had clearly gotten on his nerves earlier.

Oh well, not that she cared. With a snort, she left too.