can we…can we not share the title together…

It’s late and the bar is already closing, Shoichi probably should go himself  and yet he couldn’t quite go when there’s only one person cleaning up the whole place. ❝ Let--- Let me help you with that. ❞    His voice is quiet, almost too embarrassed despite his good intentions, though regardless of his seeming shyness, he’s already picking up a couple of used glass along the now unoccupied table.  ❝ Where should I put this ?  ❞  

My my, why is it a lot of people dressed up the way this kid does? Not just here, though. He didn’t just see it here. Netero found it amusing that people wore such flashy clothes during their time. He wore what felt comfortable, but everyone had their aesthetic. He knew that first hand with the people who worked around him and for him. Or at least used to. No matter, the chairman found it interesting enough to approach and talk to the young man. 

hey lets play how hot is that character

“Didn’t I already do Yagen–”

Oh, wait. Not that one.

lets play how hot is that character.

“Saber, huh? He’s certainly an enigma with that mask of his…which, unfortunately, does not allow me to form an accurate opinion. However, from what I can see…he is rather cute. Hm, no, is that the right word? Adorable also fits…but..I’d like to see what is under that mask one day though I will not push him to do something he does not want.”

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