Santa Destroy was terrifying enough just by existing. Even without the ranked fights, the UAA and the fact someone was always watching them, the place set Jacuzzi on edge. Why? Well, to start with, it wasn't home. Jacuzzi didn't so much miss any specific place.... but he missed his friends, definitely. He missed waking up to a house full of people he could trust and who'd tease him about his anxiety. He missed the familiarity of the 1930s. Technology had never been this advanced back home. Most of it floored him--this place. He didn't care so much that he was living in an abandoned house, he didn't care at all that every day was a struggle and any guy on the street could be a mugger. He was used to that. It barely passed as a thought in his head, aside from a brief worry if he was out alone at night. He minded that the house was empty. (Plurk Paste)

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Santa Destroy was terrifying enough just by existing. Even without the ranked fights, the UAA and the fact someone was always watching them, the place set Jacuzzi on edge. Why? Well, to start with, it wasn't home. Jacuzzi didn't so much miss any specific place.... but he missed his friends, definitely. He missed waking up to a house full of people he could trust and who'd tease him about his anxiety. He missed the familiarity of the 1930s. Technology had never been this advanced back home. Most of it floored him--this place. He didn't care so much that he was living in an abandoned house, he didn't care at all that every day was a struggle and any guy on the street could be a mugger. He was used to that. It barely passed as a thought in his head, aside from a brief worry if he was out alone at night. He minded that the house was empty.

The dangers of the city itself, people aside, didn't bother him. Walking across the beach was like walking around any room where Nice had set up shop. All he had to do was be careful where he stepped, or he'd have more identifying markings than his tattoo. He'd gotten used to explosives everywhere in the last ten years. Maybe it was strange to be afraid of everything except for the stuff that shanks you or blows you up.

The idea of betraying anybody he met made the place ten times worse. Jacuzzi wasn't the kind of guy who that kind of thing would sit well with. You didn't just turn on people. The idea of turning on anybody made him sick to his stomach. The idea of being turned on--something that he did his best to avoid, that most people wouldn't even think of just because it was Jacuzzi--left him shaking. (Then again, what didn't?)

He didn't like this place. He didn't like it's rules. He didn't like having to hurt anyone that hadn't hurt him or his friends first. All he knew was that he had to stop it. If it meant getting to the top, if it meant waiting at the bottom, if it meant seeking the UAA out of his own accord, he'd do it.

... Even if it scared him to tears.

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