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@yuukohan
“Kamishiro-san.”
The cryptic giggle flew through the room, leaning against the share as her smile rested on her face. The expression revealed nothing other than pleasant-ness and welcoming, straightening her posture ever so slightly in order to greet the visitor to her realm.
“I was wondering when I’d be seeing you,” Mirei began. “Please, allow me to welcome you personally to the Digi-Lab. How may I be of assistance today? Or perhaps... are you here for advice instead?”
@yuukohan ! [from: [x]]
He’d mentioned it in passing, the view of desserts luring the comment out of him before he has a chance to stop it, but the other has a ready response—and quite a detailed one at that!
“A cake connoisseur …?” He wonders aloud, his hand rising to press against his mouth as he clears his throat. Oops. That should have remained a thought… “Is there really a contrast like that? If you don’t mind… trying them out would be great! Can I take a seat here?”
@yuukohan liked for a starter!
Shinjuku had always been a busy place, but an especially large crowd had gathered today for the long-anticipated grand opening of a bakery chain that was famous overseas. Special Promotion, read the bakery’s banner in big, bold letters. Try our famous chocolate cake, and learn to make it too!
Grabbing a recipe might be nice, even if it would surely be a more generic, watered-down version of the actual cake, so Yu decided to go check it out. He’s been standing here for a while, though, and it’s impossible not to get restless as the line inched forward at a snail’s pace. Letting out a slightly impatient huff, he craned his neck to look over the shoulder of the person in front of him.
“Their cake must be really good, to attract such a crowd...”
“You’re dripping blood across my floor.”
He was swaying in place. He heard the words but they came from a distance. It was hard to focus his gaze, and he was looking past the person’s shoulder as he replied, “My apologies, then.”
And then he was on the ground.
