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❝ Uuuuu…. this is awful….. A tragedy! ❞ The oodachi whimpered, staring at the scene before her. There lied her last bottle of sake, freshly opened, on the ground broken, the sweet nectar of her life dribbling away into cracks where the dirt absorbed it. Jirou tachi had put a little too much skip to her step on the way home with the bottle, and before she knew it, the blade had ended up with a stinging nose but nothing hurt as much as the sound of glass breaking and the smell of sake wafting from the ground. Jiroutachi picked herself up and brushed herself off, deciding to look to the nearest person for help. It will get even more troublesome if she starts to sober up, after all.
❝ ‘Scuse me~! Do you have some sake? Or any boo~ze?❞
Allen was immediately put off by the smell of booze. He had attempted to sidle his way around the person who seemed to be having some sort of issue with a broken sake bottle. And while normally he would have helped, the smell of the alcohol was just reminding him too much of Cross. Still, he kept a smile on his face to be polite when the other person stopped him.
“Ah. No I’m sorry, I can’t say I do. I’m not old enough to buy alcohol, actually.” While he wasn’t positive if that was true here (and it certainly wasn’t in some of the countries he’d visited,) he wasn’t about to buy booze for some random stranger.
