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[b]葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)[/b]

The static-y sounds of the convenience store's joyous-seeming jingle wafted through the aisles from the speakers hanging from the pure white ceiling, the vocalist expressing their enthusiasm for the cheap and convenient deals on offer. As expected of somebody who had already decided on what they were buying long before they had stepped past the automatic doors and into the air-conditioned store, Katsura Hyoukyo, third-year at East Umitori High and class representative of Class 3-G, completely ignored the singing, focusing instead on the different varieties of karinto that were present. She was not purchasing the sausages that her fairy companion greedily desired first, nor was she only going to buy them (lest Kanaria take it as a sign that complaining was a useful method of obtaining what she wanted), but instead was buying some snacks for herself. Her venture out into the streets was a break from [i]her[/i] studies, after all, and she had thought of grabbing some karinto on the way over. Unfortunately, she had misjudged the sheer number of brands and varieties that were being sold, especially when the traditional recipe was so dominant. It was akin to the great amount of endemic species in the Galápagos, if one were to consider the islands to be karinto and the different species living upon them to be representative of all the brands and flavours.

She had narrowed her choices down to a single brand, selling in both the classic brown sugar coating and the peanut variant, but whether or not to go for one over the other was still something that the teenaged girl was inwardly debating. The classic was always nice, but she had never tried peanut before. It had never exactly caught her attention.

[i][color=54D1F1]How long you gotta take, boss? Pick one and just grab the sausages![/color][/i]

[i][color=9D538E]Not as long as it takes for you to run out of patience.[/color][/i]

Hyoukyo reached for the peanut variant Snackoos' karinto, grabbing hold of it in a single, fluid motion before turning away and heading for the counter. The "little sausage-things" that her fairy compatriot desired could only be found there, which was another reason for why she had chosen to grab a snack of her own first. There was, however, a small line present; it appeared that others were of a similar mind to her. Kanaria would simply have to be patient and wait.

[i][color=54d1f1]Just push in![/color][/i]

An impossibility, for sure, but she ignored the complaints and settled down into the line, waiting for it to move forth.