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[right]Western District - Camera & Film[/right][/sub]

The question about shoes gave Aya a brief pause. No, he didn't have her shoes. At least, she didn't think so. The baldie carried her out, after all. [color=f5ad5f]"Don't think she did."[/color] The simple reply came out.

[color=f5ad5f]"Well, if you hear anything, I got a photo of 'em on accident."[/color]

She left the car, thanking him for the lift with some words and a polite bow. She told him that she'd get a lift home. Either that, or she'd pass out inside of the dark room. One of the two. She entered Camera & Film through it's old, scratched door. Really, why was it open 24/7? Business at night wasn't exactly booming. Not like it was booming during the day, either. Aya couldn't really critique Tsunoda. It was his store and it wasn't ran into the ground just yet.

[color=f5ad5f]"Ojisan?"[/color] she loudly called. She had to get the key to use the dark room, after all.