[ He did as was told, only stepping so far "out of line" to get a drink from a vending machine only to have something thrown at him. He dodged, but sadly the machine was not so agile. Clearly the turf war is just as alive above ground as it was down below.

He was half way through is canned coffee when she returned, quickly finishing it and discarding it, properly in the correct recepticle. Military discipline comes out at odd times. ]

Some kejourou who wanted a picture of some host. Let's see...

[ He takes out the notes and, once more, checks for the list of trades they have to do. Then he checks again. And again. And again. Each time with more fervor than before. ]

Oh my God. I don't believe it. We can actually see the end.

[ He takes his notes out and shows it to her alongside her own. ]

The usagi wants a new obi, but there's a host who fancies her and wants something suitable to gift her. It's THIS host that we need a picture of. If we give him the gift, instead of getting whatever it is we can just ask him for a picture free of charge. Then we can go to the kejourou, find out which machine it is, and put and end to this stupid. Fucking. Thing.