Dirty Streets - Bocchi The Rock! [ENG and PT-BR]

A probably false dawn [ENG ver.]

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...

The clock on the wall of the room sang. A 22-year-old androgyny adult with seemingly short blue hair that had a silver clip in it was sitting in a chair, resting her arms on a carpentry table and looking directly at a notepad with various drawings and mathematical calculations. She put the pen she was holding to her lips, trying to think of a solution for the design she was so persistent about...
Nothing had come to mind so far. Not one solution.
So she decided to rest and have a snack. Maybe another time she'd get what she really wanted...
She stood up to the view of a dirty, worn-out landscape, as if the place had visibly aged. The landscape was shades of brown, yellow, orange, and black; which made it difficult to tell which color was which. All around, there were many tools of use, such as drills, screwdrivers, alligator jacks to lift vehicles like cars, among other equipment. There were many parts of various types and sizes, shelves full of screws, and fuel like oil, grease, and gasoline. Behind the blue-haired girl, there was a car with a color that was almost green, but which had corroded parts, leaving some, now white, bright colors.
The mechanic went to the red door that was on the other side of the junkyard and opened it, changing to a more pleasant and succulent scene for her eyes... the storage. The ceiling and floor were made of wooden planks, one wall was a little corroded, but you could tell it was white. She walked to a ladder on the right-hand side of the stockroom and climbed it, passing through some corridors and a living room until she came to a door, this time a white one, opening it just a crack and poking her head inside.

"Nijikaaaa...~" She spoke softly, as if she wanted to ask for something.

"Mrrrrmmmmh... What do you want..." Murmured the so-called "Nijika", who was currently lying on her bed covered by her sheet.

"I'm hungry, go make some noodles." The blonde-haired girl, who was currently loose, looked at the blue-haired girl with a face of anger and shock, all at the same time. She sat down on the bed and picked up her round glasses from the bedside table next to her and put them on her face.

"You're kidding me." She said in an indignant voice.

"I'm not. go make some noodles."

"Yamada, it's..." Nijika said, glancing at her cell phone to check the current time, "half past three in the morning! What are you thinking?! Do you think I'm your maid?!"

"The house is yours." Yamada replied neutrally.

"That doesn't mean I should make food for you, you idiot! Aren't you supposed to be asleep by now?"

"I can't sleep."

"How many times do I have to tell you that when you're sleep deprived you should take sleeping pills...?" Nijika sighed, placing her index finger and thumb on her forehead.

"I have more productive things to do than go to sleep."

"Then tomorrow you'll wake up like a raccoon! Goodnight!" She laid back down to sleep, turning herself to the side.

"Nijikaaaa...~" She spoke again in a hungry beggar's voice, until Yamada's stomach actually rumbled, leaving the blonde with a slightly softer heart.

"Mmrrrgggg...alright, alright. What won't I do for you?" She put her glasses back on and got out of bed, pushing the sheet aside. As a result, you could see that her right leg was missing... in the most literal way possible. She crawled to the edge of the bed and fitted the stump of her limb into a mechanical leg that was next to her bed, moving it a little to see if it was working. Nijika got up with an annoyed face and slightly messy hair, went over to Yamada, and opened the door to her room fully. This way, the mechanic got what she wanted. It seemed that this was nothing new for the dorito-girl... There she was, making instant noodles for her childhood friend... she didn't know whether to be embarrassed for her or angry, but this was it: Nijika placed the warm bowl on the table and crossed her arms, walking out of the kitchen.