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he played wounded at the accusation, but he knew just as well as she did that he would likely be spending more than one more hour perusing the selections; old dusty records were one of the few things in his life he paid due diligence to. and immediately after the go-ahead, he scurried over to the record player perched on the front desk, ready to rumble.
“hey, your secret is safe with me,” he replied, pulling know your chicken from it’s case as though it was a prized artifact. “and i can try, but now i gotta figure out what i can get you that’ll match up to this.” he mounted the record and pulled the needle, and soon miho hatori’s vocals were properly blasting through the store. “i already got a bunch of really wack stuff i found while thrifting, but i figure i should probably get you more than someone else’s old junk, so if you’ve got any hints for me…” his face lit up into a shiny grin. “that’d be stellar.”
she shook her head as she let out a soft tsk tsk tsk, placing a hand on her hip. “didn’t get me shit and now you want me to come up with it?” she deadpanned, looking at him with an annoyed expression before breaking into a grin. “i’m just kidding. i’ve actually been putting off getting one of these for myself ‘cause i’m scared it’s gonna suck total ass,” she explained, bopping her head to the beat as she scavenged her phone for the right pic. “okay, here, check it out,” she said, shoving her phone in his face. “tell me one of these chairs wouldn’t look dope as fuck at my place. you’d be a liar.”













