@-Toxic-Madness-
One of Shiori's ears twitched at his conundrum. Her jaw dropped.
"Wh-what?? You don't have the papers??? Oh no oh no, what if you get
deported?" Shiori looked genuinely worried, with an exaggerated frown.
"It's okay, it's okay, I got my forms here! A-and let's grab some ink and papers, I'll draw some up for you! My calligraphy is AMAAAAAAAZING!~" She beamed, fumbling through an assortment of mismatched forms and scraps of paper, before rushing to his side and slamming a sheet on the floor of the bus.
"OKAY! I'll try to copy one over for you, lesse... waiwait, these are coupons, uhhh... wait, what's this legalese stuff aahhhh!" She groaned, before scribbling as fast as she could. Her writing and penmanship was really good despite her current mood! She almost had a forgery prepared...
...Until the bus swerved and her hand swooshed along the paper.
"Ahhhhh shoot, I signed it accidentally..." Shiori muttered, crumpling up the paper. She was about to fish for a new leaflet. This was insane and probably completely unnecessary, all things considered.