[center][h1][color=black]T[/color]OTSUKA [color=black]R[/color]YUSEI
[color=black]戸[/color]塚 [color=black]竜[/color]星[/h1][/center]
[hr][right][color=gray]introduce a little pickle juice. upset the established order.
and everything becomes chaos.[/color][/right][hr]

[indent][color=c0c0c0]"Don't worry, I'll keep it within regulation."[/color]

As much as he would have loved to snark all throughout their journey, it went by quite uneventfully. He was always more of a counter puncher when it came to his little quips, and it seemed Shiori didn't have much in the way to say to him. That was just fine with him, though—her cheeks had nearly matched the hair on her head when they left her place, assuring him his little comment had stuck the landing. Besides, with her focus on their surroundings more than himself, he could sneak a few peaks at her here and there along the way. She [i]did[/i] look pretty good outside of that stuffy old uniform.

His opportunities to admire came to an end when they entered the cafe. It was a homely enough joint, and he imagined that was on purpose, to cultivate the kind of vibe that kept people in seats and ordering coffee all day. He had never been much for this kinds of places; as he said before, they always seemed a tad girly for him, and his palate was more accustomed to fried chicken and cheap noodles than the sweet confections on offer up on the menu. As he scanned the board looking for something to fill the growing hole in his stomach, he eventually landed on sandwiches. That couldn't go wrong, could it? How could you fuck up a ham sandwich?

[color=c0c0c0]"Yeah, I think I'll have some sandwiches. Two orders, and whatever the tea of the day is."[/color] He eventually declared, figuring they'd probably be on the daintier side. If Shiori gave him shit for getting two, well, she'd have to suck it up. Maybe he'd even share with her. Wouldn't that just be romantic?

Not a date, he reminded himself.[/indent]