「だが断る。」

Well, I use my allowance and save up…  So I guess it sort of is their money, but it’s my money to spend on whatever I want.  Even if tankouban prices have gone up a little bit, I’m glad.  They’re more than worth it.  But I believe it!  

But…

You’ve actually done all of those things in Pink Dark Boy?  That’s…

That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard…!  No wonder it’s so good!  The best authors always write from experiences and extrapolate from there…  You must be way more thorough than I ever imagined…!

And yes.

Especially the things with the spiders.

When writing a good manga, one can’t simply expect to use a mere artistic license for their work. It isn’t real! Reality is what makes Pink Dark Boy shine brighter than any of the other drek featured in Jump!

... speaking of which... just between you and I... I happen to have a page or two of my next volume in my bag. Normally, I wouldn’t simply show it to you, but...

You look like the kind of boy that can keep a secret.

-Should she even approach this guy?  He’s so… stylish.  Kind of outlandish?  She’s just sort of not even sure.  He could definitely be one of the guys she is taking care of with that presence, that’s for sure.-

[Who dares fucking approach the Great Kishibe Rohan. Who fucking dares. Who is this? Why is she asking him such a stupid question? Normally, he’d at least try to be civil, but today is not one of his nicer days. Time to be dodgy and unhelpful.]

[He’s inwardly exulting at his own shitty behavior. I’m just so sorry you have to deal with this fucking asshole, I really am. This is why he has no friends.]

I do. It’s on the island of Nunya.

She was almost impressed. She was still pissed and embarrassed–embarpissed. Yes. That was it. She was still embarpissed but almost impressed at Rohan Kishibe not losing his shit the entire time.

Though, if he choked on his saliva and died on the spot… That would be pretty cool. Oh God, she was wishing death on someone. 

“Y-yeah. So. Do you want the stupid rice or not, Master.”

Still fraught with the giggles, he tries to compose himself for more than a few seconds.

“Oh, please, yes. Nothing would make me happier than to have you serve me. The rice is just fine.”

Thank you very much!

O-Oh, and I do buy them myself, when I can!  A few, I’ve gotten for my birthday last year–I think the next one coming out is in August, right?  And I’ll probably get it then, too!

Don’t mention it.

Not relying on your parents to buy them, on top of that... for someone your age, that’s rather impressive. This next volume is going to be my best yet, just you wait.

[“When aren’t they my best,” he almost lets slip.]

Indeed. You and your friend have the right idea--knowledge is what matters most. The one thing that makes my manga apart from most is reality--nothing implemented in Pink Dark Boy is something I’ve taken artistic licence on. I’ve experienced everything that’s happened, looked into everything personally.

“w-WELL…”

She was sputtering and stammering as she tried to remember what the fuck else they did here. She felt like she was going to die, she prayed that lightning would strike this fucking cafe. If it took out either him or her, she would be okay with it.

Swallowing, Josuke finally remembered what the fuck they did here. She glanced over to where her manager was earlier. Yep. They were still there and staring. Fuck you, Tomie.

“T-there’s the food and drink of course. B-but! If you have our omelette rice… I can decorate it for you, M-Master! And… We can play a game, for a charge. Also, Th-there isn’t any photography allowed but… F-for an extra charge, you can take…onewithmeifyoureallywantthatImean…”

Tapping his feet lightly against the ground he waits patiently, hoping that whatever these specials were could last him until next year. He needs to keep himself fueled with pure hatred and animosity, of course, no matter who the Josuke was.

“Omelette rice that you would decorate, yourself? Hmmmm, as much as I’d hate to have you touching my food, that would be pretty entertaining to watch. And...”

“Pft.”