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[ She braces herself, and plops herself onto Leon from behind without any warning with the intent on tackling him to the ground. ] Wheeee!

Just picked up volume 3 of the DR the Animation manga! Here’s some of the characters in street clothes!

                                                        — { ₭ } — "Ah, waiter, can I have some more napkins?" "Of course, miss! Coming right up!" [     The warm smell of the diner brought back memory after damnable memory to the young detective as she tapped the chopsticks together, boredly as she waited for the young man working the bar seating to bring her some napkins. After he did so, ( delivering only a bow that would allow him to hit his head on the bottom of the bar ) the young girl lifted the bowl in her hands, thanking the heavens for her meal before beginning to dig in.         Memory after wretched memory ( coming here with her grandfather, coming her with her father once, on her birthday, eating here on the day she was accepted into Hope’s Peak, making this place a regular rendezvous for her and contacts… ) flooded the girl’s mind as she ate. Gloved hands wrapped around a glass of juice as she cooled the flame that set upon her tongue, lit by the spicy ramen.      She set the bowl down, reaching for her wallet ( leather, obviously, like the rest of her accessories — it lay on the bar in front of her, gibbous with the paycheck of her last “private” case ), and pulling out from it was a small mirror, almost half the size of her palm. She lifted it to her face, wiping off some of the scarlet spice that decided to find solace right underneath her lower lip.         As she looked into the mirror, the reflection from the glass windows behind her seemed to catch her eye. A flame-haired boy, surrounded by the oh-so familiar goons of the Crazy Diamonds. Putting the small mirror back into her wallet, she turned around on the seat, watching him for a moment.      Oh, yes, that was definitely Kuwata Leon.       Continuing to observe them, the girl reached behind her, successfully grabbing the glass of juice, sipping boredly. Blinking, purpureus irises locked onto the flaming baseball player, only to watch him get shoved into the nearest mailbox. Kyouko rose, leaving her payment ( and tip ) on the bar, placing her wallet on the inside of her jacket as she exited the diner.    ] "Excuse me, but what’s going on out here?"

                                                          Yeah right.

Okay but

{{ₒ}} “But what? Ya wanna me take ya out on a date, huh?” Leon smirked as he was internally snickering.

"Yeah sure but no homo"