[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210324/c514e8101f58f889421092edb63edaa1.png[/img][/center][right][sub]April 9th - After School[/sub][/right][hr]
Daigo found it a bit hard to believe that the proprietor of a [i]pet store[/i] would have much luck aggressively peddling their wares. Most tourists, if one could even call Osakans that, would fall for cheap souveniers and food, not pet beds and squeaky toys. Was Asakura playing another prank? And since he'd gotten an invitation to join them, did that mean the joke was at his expense now? Well, the ginger still hadn't properly introduced himself to Hoshino, and it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Worst case scenario was that his mind would be taken off less pleasant matters for a bit while he trailed after the cool kids. Or they'd call him a loser and ditch him, but that scenario was neither worth dwelling on nor anything he wasn't prepared for.

[color=ff9933]"Yeah, sure, I'll be the muscle,"[/color] Daigo agreed facetiously as he glanced between the two much larger teens. Surely anyone Kazuyoshi couldn't fend off would hardly be cowed by [i]him[/i]. Which again begged the question of why he had been invited along in the first place. Maybe that was just Asakura's way of introducing the new kid to everyone, or Daigo really was walking into the setup for an elaborate prank. The nearsighted boy was pretty sure none of Asakura's friend group would even give him the time of day normally, so Daigo's theory about his hunt for tall people to recruit had apparently been debunked. The blue-haired boy himself wasn't exactly [i]mean[/i], though, so maybe he really was just performing an innocent act of friendliness.

[color=ff9933]"You have a [i]liiiittle[/i] bit of an accent,"[/color] The redhead muttered in response to Noriaki's admonition as the other boy turned away to purchase his litter box. Daigo ducked and weaved through the stream of pedestrians with completely unnecessary dramatic flair in his effort to catch up with Noriaki and engage him in conversation again. [color=ff9933]"I'm Daigo, by the way. Hinari Daigo. So, uh, other than this, what were you guys doing today?"[/color] Unless they outright told him to go away, he'd probably be tagging along for the remainder of Asakura's patented Trespasser's Guide to Kyoto. It was probably smart to get an idea of what exactly he was participating in before he was in too deep and ended up arrested or drunk or arrested [i]and[/i] drunk or whatever kind of mayhem Kazuyoshi got into in his spare time. At the very least, Daigo could give them a couple suggestions that beat corndogs if they got hungry. He didn't even know where to get a corndog around here, and it was a feat for any facet of the culinary world in this area to evade him. Though, any place that actually served corndogs was probably beneath his notice to begin with. 

Seriously. [i]Corndogs[/i]. The audacity of some people.

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