[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210324/c514e8101f58f889421092edb63edaa1.png[/img][/center][right][sub]April 9th - After School[/sub][/right][hr]
Ah, yes, Hoshino had to lead them not only to crappy [i]konbini[/i] food, but quite possibly the sketchiest store in town. Unless 'shot in the leg' and 'missing kidney' were euphemisms for something, which judging by the look of the manager, Daigo doubted. The only disgrace to his uniform here was allowing himself to be led inside in the first place. Not only that, but Noriaki seemed so unfazed by the whole display that he actively sought employment there. Was this the norm in Osaka or something? Daigo had always viewed it as a charming city with excellent food, yet here before him was this neanderthal that ate FamilyMart grease patties inbetween shifts at an embezzlement scheme. What kind of place hired a teenager on the spot like that if they weren't planning to pin some crime on him? Not even an interview - hell, this guy didn't even know his name yet! At this rate, Hoshino would be moving drugs for the yakuza by the end of the week. 

[color=ff9933]"Can we get [i]real[/i] food next time?"[/color] Daigo whined at Kazu's mention of Lawson's rather than dare voice his opinions about the integrity of the establishment with the scary manager present. That was hardly an improvement. If this type of venture happened again, he was absolutely putting his foot down the moment they were in the vicinity of passable cuisine. Then again, any reputable establishment would probably kick them out; he swore Asakura looked like he was about to keep eating that floor-seasoned chicken he'd accidentally dropped. The act didn't do any favors to the appeal of the half-finished sandwich in Daigo's hand either. One look past the crispy false promises of flavor peddled by the breaded outer facade revealed nothing but greasy despair and low-quality meat.

[color=ff9933]"And no, Lawson's is not real food either,"[/color] He specified before anyone got the wrong idea. Asakura seemed to think he was on Team Lawson with him, which had troubling implications if he thought a Hinari would ever consider that trash a quality meal. [color=ff9933]"That store even sits in full view of the best karaage stand in this half of town. It's insult to injury, mocking your bad decision through the window like that."[/color] Daigo faked a shudder and devoured the rest of his sandwich in as few bites as possible. Nothing worth savoring there. After the boy finished, he went to push his glasses up on instinct, only to end up with an oily smear at the bottom of one of the lenses from the leftover chicken grease on his fingers. Even from beyond the grave, the famichiki taunted him. Daigo begrudingly granted the poor excuse for a meal a final resting place in his revered stomach, among culinary achievements no mere [i]konbini[/i] food could ever match, and it reciprocated with only spite and malice.

[color=ff9933]"I hate this place,"[/color] Daigo mumbled, mostly to himself.

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