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[ghouldere]

[ Touka opened the shop that day, business as usual, the morning rush coming and going much earlier than usual. It's around eleven in the morning that the entirety of :re is cleared out, leaving her alone to tidy up while Yomo ran errands elsewhere. It looked like it was going to be a rather slow day, and that suited her just fine. Exams were just around the corner, and she kept her textbooks just behind the counter for perusal whenever she had a free moment.

It was around the time she had finished cleaning that the door to the cafe swung open, prompting her to turn around in greeting. ]

Welcome!

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto's face is red, but god, is he happy.

Those yakuza bastards are dangerous, no joke, but by some sheer miracle he made it out of there with a handshake a deal. Turns out that, while those gangsters are the worst crooks of the lot, they've got some pretty powerful associates.

It's not surprising- Even the most innocuous of places are run by the mob.

He's not just drunk on alcohol, he's drunk on success! So drunk that in fact, he doesn't realize that he's just run into someone until-]

Ohp! Whoa there, my bad, my bad! Wasn't really lookin'. You okay?

Didn't mean ta hit ya.