#mind-slice

     Working at Junes had been more of a pain than anything else, but working in a diner in the middle of Shibuya was a flat-out nightmare. Why hadn’t he just accepted his dad’s help instead of trying to prove how grown up he was? At least at Junes people pretended to be nice to him until their coupon didn’t scan. Working as a server just meant a lot of dirty looks and complaints about literally anything and everything. How was he supposed to earn a living and study at the same time? At this rate he would never make it to college and he’d end up left behind. Again.

     As the end of his shift neared, Yosuke at least felt as though the atmosphere had lightened. Customers trickled out into the neon glow of Central Street. In less than an hour he would be getting home, dropping into bed, and getting just enough sleep to propel his exhausted body through another grueling day.

    Although it was tempting to let himself drift off right then and there, the sight of a blue phone snapped him back to reality. People were always leaving things behind, and normally Yosuke didn’t bother to chase after the forgetful owners, but he had just watched the booth’s occupant leave not thirty seconds ago. Cursing under his breath, Yosuke grabbed the phone and bolted down the stairs and out into the street.

    “Excuse me! Hey! Uh--you! Guy!” Well, shit; that was eloquent. At least five weirdo older guys had stopped to look at him. Yosuke ignored their stares and slipped through the crowd, catching up to his target with some difficulty.

    “W-Wait! You forgot your phone!”

Wh-what is ‘coochie’? Some sort of snack perhaps?

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”A foreign dish. I heard it was pretty popular in Los Angeles man.” FOR THE GOOD OF THE LORD YUSUKE.

HE’S HOPING, PRAYING, WISHING WITH ALL HIS  MIGHT YOU DON’T ASK ANYMORE.

Kasumi was standing outside one of the store as she was looking at her phone with a bored expression. She didn’t know what to do so she decided to text everyone on her phone to see if anyone was free.

Sitting down in one of the booths at Leblanc, she held her cup of coffee like it was a source of life. After a long night of drinking, she remembered Akira talking about how he lived there. Sadly he was out, but when the bell chimed, she saw someone else she’d be more than willing to talk to just so she could finish her piece in time.

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“--Yusuke, I heard your stomach growl from a mile away. Lets go get something to eat-- My treat, okay?”