[ he repeats it, slower, more firm— he knows megumi will pick the most boring knife in the whole store and call it even; that's totally unacceptable. he shakes his head, walking past the other and towards a nearby counter. he then drops his heavy backpack on the wooden surface with a loud thud, urging the top to unfold— exposing a glimpse of all those cursed figures stockpiling over one another. a fair collection he got from the street thugs.
he returns his attention to the other, ignoring the fact he probably brought bad fortune into this bookstore, and instead pivots on what truly matters here.
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[ he repeats it, slower, more firm— he knows megumi will pick the most boring knife in the whole store and call it even; that's totally unacceptable. he shakes his head, walking past the other and towards a nearby counter. he then drops his heavy backpack on the wooden surface with a loud thud, urging the top to unfold— exposing a glimpse of all those cursed figures stockpiling over one another. a fair collection he got from the street thugs.
he returns his attention to the other, ignoring the fact he probably brought bad fortune into this bookstore, and instead pivots on what truly matters here.
his stomach. ]
I'm starving. When are you done with your shift?