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βOh yeah, the manager nearly punched a customer today.β
And then her laughter rang out, muffled through the phone. Satou felt that telltale twist in his stomach.
βWhat?β he asked, trying and failing to sound annoyed. It was impossible to be unhappy around Yachiyo, he thought - and then he mentally punched himself for being such a sap.
βWell, itβs just - I canβt help but think that our roles have been reversed. Now youβre the one telling me about Kyouko.β
Just some fluffy shit about my favourite dense restaurant idiots.
It's not Star Trek, I know, but I love this show with all my heart and I think everybody should watch it.


















