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The bushy-haired freak opens his mouth again, but the cute girlie at his side tugs his sleeve. “Ichiban, we’ve talked about this.”
“Yeah, listen to your girlfriend.” She has a nice pair of legs sticking out from under a short skirt. “Between you and me, I can show you a better time.”
The lady looks intrigued, looking him up and down and snorting in agreement. Heh.
“Let’s just go, Kasuga,” Grandpa chimes in. He looks like a cop. Fucking disgusting. “My eyes are starting to hurt.”
Tashiro recognizes an insult when he hears one. “It’s fucking Etro, asshole!”
“Etro…” This weirdo carries around an umbrella on a sunny day, but at least his colour-coordination is good, even if it’s fucking bland. “Weren’t Han Joon-gi and Zhao talking about that?”
They walk away from him like he isn’t even there, even Legs.
“Come on babe, why don’t you come with me instead of these idiots?”
She turns around and Tashiro smiles charmingly.
The last thing he remembers before waking up in the middle of Isezaki Road with half his wallet and possessions missing, is the hot chick pulling a microphone from fuck-knows-where.
He decides to stick to stalking the ginger twink.