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Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you guys keep asking that, anyway, Yuki?” The question was out of your mouth before you could even make an effort to adjust your tone of voice to something a bit less accusatory. The low chatting of other customers in the cafe seemed oddly loud to your overworked mind. Even the extra shots of espresso in your coffee did not seem to be helping, even with the pain relievers you had taken thirty minutes prior.

Coffee, which had grown lukewarm now, sat on a small glass coaster to the left corner of your textbook. You were half tempted to reach for it, even though you were quite sick of the muddy substance by now.

“Eh? What do you mean why? You were being chased by ghouls!”

“Can you not be so loud? Sheesh!” You hissed back at your friend, glancing around frantically to make sure no one else in the cafe had heard that part of the conversation. The last thing either of you needed was to be questioned by the other patrons… Or worse: accused of being bait to lure others into a trap. While that was not a common tactic among ghouls, it would be just your luck to be accused of something so ludicrous.

“Besides, I’m here, aren’t I? I ditched them in the fourth ward: just like YOU suggested.” You emphasized to her. The firm tap of acrylic nails over the table surface immediately ceased at this, he dark eyes darting down to the empty cappuccino cup sitting in front of her. Her free hand brushing a tuft of light brown hair over her slender shoulder as she shrugged slightly.

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