So you don’t, uh- you don’t want to know where she is? I mean- I can deliver it, that’s no problem. Better than fine, actually… I think I prefer it. I’ll be like the postman, deliver the mail.
…Sorry. I’m- uh, call me Yasuki. It’s… it’s nice to finally get to know you. I kind of, uh- I didn’t expect to meet you like this, Kamako-kun. But you’re just passing through?
â–ˆ Unfortunately, not all of us are predisposed to hanging around in the sewers of our own misery and playing mindgames against other hobos. Like - no offence! I'm sure this is working for you guys, no disrespect at all, but I've woken up with something gnawing on my junk one time too many to ever really get the appeal. Call me boring, I guess!
No, but, could you? I knew Aerospace was going to pull something on me for the emergency phone number thing, but I didn't think she'd haul me out here on a makeup run! Like, worst case scenario is you're her new worst enemy and you still can't use a backpack full of lipgloss against her, and I get to sleep at night. Pretty hard to drag a bad outcome out of this one, Yearbook - and, wow, dude. Way to pick a hard name.
