[h2][color=slategray]Kazou [/color]- McDonald's[/h2]
Kazou stared blankly ahead at the two girls in the booth as his order was being prepared, mostly the black haired one. Her behavior was so odd, almost as if she was a child who didn't realize she was in public. Along with her unbreakably happy demeanor even in the face of pain, she made bird noises as she ate. How did someone like her even have a friend?

And the other girl was fairly attractive, in a generic sense. Not that he should bother thinking of her like that; she'd never bother with a look in his direction, even the black-haired girl would just consider him some nobody. If she even knew what romance was; unlikely considering her imuto-like demeanor.

Another person joined the two, a really good looking man Kazou felt like he had seen really recently. Searching his mind, Kazou remembered seeing a glimpse of him in the back, preparing an order at some point. That was awhile ago though. He must've been a hard worker, or stuck here to help pay the bills. Ah well, it didn't matter, his food was here and-

[color=00a651]"Heyo guy. You some kinda Warhol or something? Cause ya sure are eying me and Hitomi's cans."[/color]

Kazou cringed. Oh god, he was totally staring at them. Facing towards them, the ginger woman was who was accosting him, obviously the Imuto wouldn't speak in such a bizarrely crude manner. He couldn't even tell what she meant frankly; He had never heard of a Warhol, and their soft drinks were in cups, not cans. The imuto shot down the idea of those American tin cans so...

Oh. She was just making fun of him. Why did he assume she wanted an actual conversation?

[color=slategray]"Hah, nah I was just uh,"[/color] Kazou began awkwardly, attempting to deflect the situation. [color=slategray]"Your friend there, she got a pretty bad nose bleed. I mean, who wouldn't these days right? I mean, midterms are coming up soon and all. Even beyond that some people have rough home lives or have part time jobs,"[/color] Kazou said, motioning to the man that had joined the ladies at the booth. [color=slategray]"I mean you might even need to to support your family with the cash! And with these disappearances and all, I'd be worried for my life too! No wonder she got a nosebleed! Hahaha!"[/color] Kazou laughed, hating himself more with every word he spoke.

Kazou attempted some sort of smile even though he wished for death. These people thought he was insane, clearly. Even the bird-girl probably thought he was some sort of creeper rightfully so. Kazou began to grab up his hashbrowns. He ordered to-go, thank god, so he could leave the restaurant as soon as possible. That was fucking horrendous. No wonder everyone ignored him, he was some bumbling fucking idiot who didn't deserve friends. Kazou got his stuff and got out of his seat. He was returning home to eat his breakfast now, even if his stomach growled at him to put some processed potato in his stomach.