Sane inside insanity (Open)
He was the man of steel, no one could touch him, no one could harm him. Today Yuki Takahashi was Superman. He was Kurt Wagner--no wait, wrong super hero. That one was blue, different comic book series all together, he spoke German. The only German phrase Yuki thought he knew was something about Hitler, and Nazis, not to be shouted out on streets or the Jews might surface and strangle him. Though the blue-guy had a tail and tails could be useful, in fact, if he had a tail like Kurt Wagner's he would not have to roll his chair backwards to get his chop sticks for his rice.

"Clark Kent!" He shouted out-loud in triumph, when chop sticks were in his hand. Doll, who had just brought him his dinner of rice, looked startled at the sudden out burst. The rice was poised at his lips, about to take a bite, as he eyed her suspiciously. Did she give him a funny look? Or was he giving her a funny look? "I think he's Jewish though. I don't really fit Jewish. I read that somewhere that he was created by jews. They own everything, you know."


Doll just seemed to nod her head and go about her usual tasks of doing nothing. Yes. She certainly did give him a funny look. That settled it, the rice was not fit to go into his stomach, now it was destroyed. A sigh escaped him before he could stop it, looking at the bowl in a depressing manner, before setting it down beside his computer. One of the many mechanical butterflies he toyed with moved to land on the edge of the bowl and he paused considering what a pretty site that was.

Then his stomach growled and reminded him he had to eat. He stood to his feet and went looking for a jacket. Yuki needed a jacket, a pair of shades, and a name before he could exit out of his place of sanctuary. Doll looked as if she wanted to say something, but decided against it, that made him remember why he liked her. She gave him funny looks but never said he was a funny person. A part of him wanted to reach out and pat her on the head like she was a dog but no, jacket, he needed a jacket.

It was thrown on the floor next to a pile of packages Hound had picked up earlier for him today, all holding various parts and gadgets he needed. He had yet found the inspiration to go through and organize them all, to make them easier to find, he liked the chaos and the fun that came with searching for anything. It gave him something to do, something to ponder, other than his usual ponderings which ended up giving him headaches.

Or was that his blasted eye?

No matter, jacket, glasses, now name. Who should he be? He tugged open the door and walked out into the alley, down the yellow brick road, towards Hop Louie's. Sushi, that sounded good. And the moment he opened the door and stepped into the place he was greeted by his favorite SM sushi chef, "Come to eat, Oberon?"

Yuki slithered on over to the table, the breathing table, he still had his chop sticks from his home. The girl that laid out on the table in front of him, looked up, and he poked her skin with his chop sticks. "Are you clean?" He inquired, tilting his head to the side as he looked her over, checking for spots.

The girl looked ready to argue with him but his attention turned back to the chef. "Seaweed salad, for starters." He stated, before glancing back at his talking place matt of food. "It's cold. I like to play with my food. Your skin is much too clean."