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[color=a187be][b]Shinjiro Karasawa - In front of Harumi's Apartment Building[/b]

"Arright, let's see here."[/color]

With Hat-chan stuck in the conversation involving signatures or other such distracting yet ultimately necessary matters, her grapeoid compatriot wasn't keen on just standing around and waiting for her when he could at least proof-of-concept this shit. Idle hands were the devil's playthings, and all that God-fearing mumbo-jumbo. Sooner he could get his pal sorted the better.

This was mad simple anyway, the kind of stuff you learned to do within an hour of moving things in boxes past curbs, stairs, or other such lips.

[color=a187be]"H'up ya go."[/color]

First, he replicated the tilt from earlier, albeit this time by pulling back upon the top of the package's opposite end and bracing the weight against his chest. So far, so good. Next, he shifted the strength of each hand, alternating the changes in balance upon the box's near edge so it sort of "shimmied" forward, progressing until he hit the curb itself.

A quick glance over the side confirmed that the far edge had cleared it. Onto phase three.

He replaced his far grip upon the opposite side with the ol' reliable push, and drove the package onto and past the curb—

[i]SHHRK.[/i]

His plan.

His perfect plan had been marred by the unthinkable.

[color=a187be]"Oh are you [i]kiddin'[/i] me?!"[/color] he indignantly growled beneath his breath once his mind registered the unmistakable sound of separating adhesive and tearing cardboard. [color=a187be]"Who th' fuck puts a seam on the goddamn [i]bottom[/i]?! Fuck outta here!"[/color]

[color=a187be][i]Calm down, man, not your fault they did a wack job of sealing the thing up, you don't need to be beastin' over it...[/i][/color]

[color=a187be]"Hat-chan,"[/color] he called in a tight manner, trying very audibly to not sound as ticked off as he very visibly was. Staring a hole through the package didn't help that case. [color=a187be]"Ya [i]might[/i] wanna peep this."[/color]