Today was the big day, she thought, clenching her purse. She let out a small smile touch her lips. She and Toma were finally going to spend the day together all alone with the real context of a date. Both of them with their memories, and both of them consenting to this date and no one being held here against their will. She sighed at that. She'll actually kind of miss that.

Being a little nervous about this date, she wondered if she had spent too much time getting ready this morning. She was still there early, but maybe it will show just how desperate she is with her looks? Will it give it away? Quickly she turned around and looked at her reflection in the store window. She tried to mess up her hair a little, but only made it look better. She wanted to look adult and grown up, but not like she was thirsty or something...even though maybe she w-
"HotDog95!, there you are." A soft voice spoke up from behind her.

Her head whipped around as fast as possible, her cheeks filling the blood as she pushed herself to let out some words. Any words at all! "T-Toma…"

Toma's blond hair blew back as he took a step forward, a finger on his top lip, his eyes inspecting. "HotDog95!," he leaned closer, his eyes darting around her. "Don't you know it's dangerous out here on the street?"

"D-dangerous?" She stuttered out, averting her eyes from his gaze.

"Yes, dangerous." Her removed his hand from his upper lip and clutched her small wrist tightly. "We have to get somewhere more safe." He demanded, pulling her behind him as he took big steps, nearly causing her to trip as she tried to keep up.

"W-where are we going?" She stuttered out, looking at the back of his head.
Toma shot her a serious look and said, "I told you. Somewhere safe."

He took such big strides, she was panting trying to keep his pace.
Did he even notice my outfit? What about my hair? Did he even see me? Why was she having these thoughts, anyways? She guess these things don't matter much when her safety is at risk, she supposed...She shouldn't be so selfish. He's only protecting her, after all.

Before she even realized it, they were in front of Toma's house. He had stopped moving, but he had not let go of her hand. She was starting to not be able to feel it...though, she didn't mind. It made her feel cared about. That made her smile.

"Hey, what are you smiling about, HotDog95!? There's danger about." He glared at her, his expression hardening. "This is no time to smile."

She dropped her smile and nodded quickly.

Toma kept a firm grasp on her hand as he pulled out his keys and opened his door, pushing it in and dragging her in with him.

There inside she saw everything she was familiar with. Toma's six games, Toma's bed, the giant cage she was trapped in surrounded by baby toys, Toma's computer, and all of her belongings that Toma had brought over. Her clothes, her phone, her computer. She smiled at the sight. She was happy to be living with Toma. And now that they were living together, he even let her out to go shopping once a week. That's her second favorite time that they are allowed to spend together. Every week, they go shopping for all the essentials. They get snacks, games, makeup, soap and shampoo, and even new underwear and bras. She was actually a little confused because ever since she moved in with Toma, she has a tendency to lose her undergarments in the wash. Perhaps they just got lost between moves. But either way, the weekly underwear shopping is very much a necessity for HotDog95!...She appreciates everything Toma does for her more than she can say. And here he is now, keeping her safe from any danger. Which reminds her.

"Hey, Toma?" She turns to him as he sits on the bed after taking his shoes off and placing them at the front door.

Toma looked up at her, and raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, what is it?"

She held her hands together and stood in front of him at the end of the bed, fiddling with her fingers looking down at him, "What is the danger, anyways?"

"The danger?" He suddenly got a tired look on his face. The face he gets when he really wants to protect her from something dangerous. "Do you even need to ask, HotDog95!?"

She blushed lightly and shook her head, realizing she had misstepped...how would she be able to make this up to Toma…?

Toma sighed and pushed his hair back, and looked at her sullenly, "The danger is the outside, Hotdog95!." He paused a beat for standing up, looming over her at a close distance. "The danger is the outside. Everything bad is out that door."

HotDog95! began turning bright red at the very closeness of their proximity. She backed up a little step, looking down at her feet instead of up at him. "What dangers are there?"

Toma took another step closer and grabbed her hands tightly, pulling her towards him, "All kinds of danger. There is sickness, there is disease, there are trains, cliffs, people pushing you off them, people hitting you in the head with bottles or rocks, scissors, murder, cars, stalkers…" He took a breath silently and leaned into her ear, "And dangerous men."