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[color=E95062]"Pickled plum and spicy marinara fell out of production a month ago,"[/color] she corrected Keiji with a mouthful of crumbs. As she spoke, the now truly empty bag slipped off, resulting in Yayoi snatching it out of the air. Back into her front pouch it went, as though she was some kind of garbage kangaroo. 

The old man teacher introduced himself and declared himself as a nega-fan of routine introductions. Thank goodness, Yayoi thought. If she had to sit through one more of those games where someone introduces and says a fact about themselves and then everyone else had to repeat it, she would have straight up dipped until it was over. With such a simple introduction out of the way, it was apparent that they were going out of a job as soon as possible.

Well, that was a rapid pace. Not much time to sit down and enjoy the roses. While she received a handout, she didn't put in much effort to read. Beat up Yokai that refuse to cooperate, that was the only official instruction that she needed.

Despite her fear of Sorano, she still needed a ride. The last time she went on public transit, she woke up two hours away from her destination. If the limited edition flavour of 'extreme caffeine chocolate marshmallow cream blitz' canned coffee didn't have its reputation of being pure caffeine mixed with sugar, they might have run out by the time she arrived at the mall.

[color=E95062]"Yes, me."[/color] Yayoi answered Sorano. While being utter emasculated by the sheer amount of effort Sorano put in, Yayoi would not refuse a free ride.