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[ November 5th, Afternoon / Hisakawa institution, The School, Hallway ]
'Get back here!'
Yukari walked briskly through a crowded hallway on the ground level of Hisakawa as she tried to lose the boy that the voice belonged to. There wasn't enough space to run, much less use her staff to feel the area to see where she was going so she was completely at the mercy of the sea of teenage convicts. They shoved her this way and that as she struggled against the flow of the hallway traffic, nearly losing her footing a couple times. 'Someone, please help me!' she cried out over the yelling and screaming already sounding from the other students. Seconds passed and she heard no one respond. Typical. Well if they weren't going to listen to the pleas of a helpless girl then she'd make them.
She used her staff and pushed it in front of her with surprising strength, forcing the crowd in front of her to dissipate. Yukari ran forward with her left hand outstretched to felt for the closest person and grabbed their sleeve before running behind them to cower.
'Please you have to help me! There's a boy after me- I don't know what he wants from me! Make him leave me alone!' She pleaded. Though she couldn't see her pursuer(obviously) she could hear his heavy footsteps approaching them. Hopefully she could trust that person to actually protect her rather than slink away like most of these low lifes would.
Grumbling as he proceeded through the lower halls of Hisakawa, Akira took a rather large chug of the drink in his hand. As per usual when he was forced to scramble around the prison by himself, boredom took a toll on his attitude. Surprisingly, after the events on the boat and after they made it to shore, things had been for the most part peaceful, for him anyway. Occasionally a "victim" would be spotted, but seldom did anyone in his class intervene save for the typical few heroes. He himself only stepped in when it was for the well-being of his friends. He wasn't anyone's savior and didn't pride himself on being a protector, nor did he believe this island could work through peaceful, friendly interactions. However, whether or not Akira saw himself as a good samaritan didn't seem to matter today.
Pausing at a mob of students blocking the hallway, he growled again. Why the hell did people have to stand in the middle of everything? With a sigh, he began to think on what he could do to cure himself of his current apathy. However, suddenly shouting grew closer and louder before the group in front of him was abruptly shoved back into him. Stumbling back, Akira felt his sleeve yanked by someone charging through the crowd, causing the drink he had to fly out of his hand.
"Fucking…" It was shitty diet soda and not alcohol, but it was still a drink he paid for and wasn't done with.
Looking down at the girl clinging to him, Akira scowled before looking back up to whoever was pursuing her. "Seriously? I lost a fucking drink because some dipshit is chasing a scrawny little girl?" Glancing back at the girl again, she appeared to have some sort of staff of some sorts and from how she behaved—Was she…?
'I'll pay for it later as a reward, just please!' She began before before the burly boy came upon them,
'Oh no, he's here! Save me!'
The boy stood in front of them breathly a bit heavily,
'I finally caught you! I'm just trying to-'
'What, rape me?' Yukari accused before shrinking back behind Akira,
'He's a monster trying to take advantage of me! You wouldn't let him do that, right?'
'What are you talk-' the boy began before the girl put her hands on Akira's back, her staff nestled in the crook of her arm, and tried to push him forward where the goons voice came from.
'Go get him!' she exclaimed, almost excitedly like she was siccing a dog on someone.
The girl chirped back like a defenseless victim. Well, she looked like one, but something didn't seem right. Was anyone here really innocent? Then again, she did look to be—disadvantaged…
As her pursuer approached, the girl chimed in once again.
"Uh…" Honestly, Akira had no idea what the hell was going on, save for some girl asking for help. What was off-putting was that the supposed asshole wasn't exactly acting their part. I mean, he looked like some typical gymrat, but he almost appeared as confused as Akira was.
Feeling the push of little arms against his back, Akira let out a sigh.
"What am I, a dog er something?" He questioned the girl.
"I don't think a rapist would pick out a target in a crowd of people he doesn't even know… hell, I don't think they'd choose someone they can't even catch."
Looking once again at the man in front of him, he certainly looked built, but that didn't necessarily mean he was in top shape. Regardless of Akira's confidence, he wasn't exactly itching for a fight like some might be.
"Look, leg-day, the girl obviously doesn't want any part of whatever you're selling. Just fuck off before I make you pay me back for my drink." Yukari was obviously the one who caused him to drop it, but his logic was that if the douche bag in front of him wasn't chasing her, it wouldn't have happened.
The large teen put his hands up as he replied,
'Look I'm not trying to hurt her or anything I'm just trying to-'
'Trying to rape me! You can't fool him!' Yukari interrupted,
'You think we've never heard of you before? Your obviously that pimp that's been going around trying to add girls to your product line to make a quick buck. You just picked on the wrong one!'
He tousled his hair in frustration and sighed,
'You know what? I'll just keep your fucking pencil! I'm not getting in a fight over something stupid like that. Not again.'
Yukari's frightened expression turned to one of disappointment as he turned and joined the movement of students heading away from the scene. Soon he could no longer be seen aside from the top of his head amoung the noticeably shorter students but to her he was gone as soon as the sound of his footsteps blended into the thundering of footsteps.
'Darn it,' she mumbled under her breath before she realized her failed knight in shining armour was still there.
'Ah, thank you so much for fending him off! You know he lied about that, filthy scum. So about that reward… soda right?'
She couldn't believe that guy was such a… pacifist. That wasn't fun in the slightest. It was a waste of time to be sure, but this boy could be fun seeing as he was ready to fight on her behalf. Not that she needed him to but pitting people against each other was so much funner than engaging on your own. Especially when everyone thought you were oh so defenceless so they'd go to the ends of the Earth to protect you.
Just as the larger man attempted to speak, the girl once again interrupted him. Honestly, it was confusing. She insisted that the guy was some ill-intentioned bastard, but Akira knew those kinds of people. They didn't try to talk, they didn't play the innocent card—at least not like that. He knew a couple of lying snakes back on the mainland, just as he knew thugs. This was—strange.
Soon enough however without any more from his own part, the "thug" gave up and retreated. Was this all over—a fucking pencil? Looking back down at the girl seemingly devoid of visual acuity, was this her intention? Akira had to admit that he didn't typically look to a girl as the culprit, but he knew they certainly weren't incapable.
As she thanked him, Akira simply considered staring at her. If she was faking blindness, she was a damn good actress.
"Yeah… Unless you know where to get booze," He replied.
This was an intricate situation. On the one hand, the girl might be full of shit. Then again, she was cute and assumingly blind so he didn't want to be a complete ass yet. There was something else that bothered him though. If she was so truly disadvantaged, how the hell hasn't she been raped? A blind girl on an island for convicts? There's no way some knight came to her rescue every time this happened, and it would have to have happened a lot. He wouldn't call her out yet though…
"So… does that happen a lot?" Akira inquired.
"Little girl with a cane, you're a pretty easy target. Or are you secretly Daredevil or some shit?"
'Booze?' Yukari repeated, as if the word was foreign to her,
'I'm not sure where you could find that, unless you traverse underground where the lawless students make their nest.'
He drank alcohol? That was disgusting, yet a trait that showed promise. Was he a violent drunk if he had too much? She wanted to ask but considering he was only a teenager she doubted ever got drunk in his life. Most teens got buzzed and that was it or they did have one drink too many and just became giggly and ditzy instead. She'd have to see about inquiring where she could find someone who sold that sort of thing later, if for giving it to whoever she found interesting at the moment.
'Hm? Ah… Oh yes! People try to hurt me all the time. They think just because I actually put effort into how I look they can just try to have their way with me. Thankfully you were here to thwart him of I fear things could have been much worse… But I don't want to think about that, I can worry about it once that day inevitably comes to pass.'
She turned her head side to side, tilting it as if in thought or listening for something before turning around to go against the students forcing their way down the hallway,
'I believe the cafe' is this way, we should be able to have a nice lunch before classes resume. My treat of course!'
Akira laughed at her response.
"We're all lawless. This is a damn prison girly," He pointed out. Whatever she was in for, he garnered that it wasn't anything too grim. She was somewhat innocent for a mischievous little shit-started. Still, she had a point about the underground. If there was alcohol anywhere here, it was probably there. Unfortunately, it wasn't something you just stumbled into.
Listening to the girl's answer, Akira found her to be quite haughty for a blind girl. Actually, it begged the question of how she put effort into her appearance. Aside from washing, anything else would be damn near impossible to achieve, or so he thought. Maybe she was more like the sightless superhero he referenced before, minus she certainly wasn't a warrior of justice. Afterall, she seemed to know her way around.
"No idea how the hell you can tell that, but sure, I'll let you take me out," Smirking at the insinuation, Akira aids in pushing through the students.
"So, before I start slamming you with nicknames, what should I call you?"
He was still suspicious about the girl's intentions, but he'd wait until after lunch to to decide on his impressions. Besides, whether she was playing him or not he at least had someone to talk to for the moment.
'You can refer to me as Yukari,' she replied as the walked through the crowd,
'And you? I don't think it's a very fitting name to just call you my hero but it's flattering no?'
The girl giggled to herself before she focused once more on trying to feel for a path through the throng of bodies or more so whack everyone's ankles within three feet of her. Luckily they didn't have to spend too much time trying to force their way against the tide as the aroma of food began to fill the air with every step. It smelled of fish and spices but she couldn't help herself from imagining of nice warm loaf of bread being cooked. Next time she decided to commit a crime she's have to try to get into a white-collar prison instead of something verging on a mental institute.
Yukari felt a rush of air on her right and knew it signified a doorway, particularly the doorway into a large area. She swiped her staff to the side to clear out any people in the way before walking with Akira into the cafe'.
'Ah, it seems so divine…' she exasperated as she took a deep breath,
'What do you think is on the menu today? Hopefully one of the items is good tea. That cup I had the other day was not very kind to my stomach…'
[ November 5th Afternoon / Hisakawa institution, The School, Cafe ]
"Heh, I don't mind none. Though my name's Akira," He answered with a chuckle.
Making their way to the cafe, Akira glanced inside. He'd come here every once in awhile, but mainly as a friend worked here. Looking at the interior though, they didn't appear to be on shift at the moment. Thinking on it, the damn pretty-boy might get along with the blind girl. They both talked the same anyhow.
Laughing at Yukari's comments regarding the food, it made him wonder exactly what stroke of life she came from. Wherever it was, it certainly wasn't from his neck of the woods.
"Yeah, cause taxpayers want most of their money going towards a cement island to ensure deviants can live comfortably," He jested.
"Maybe if my buddy was on shift, but I dunno the rest of these people. No telling if they'll half-ass the service."
Then again, there wasn't much use in complaining. As he pointed out, they were all sent here because nobody else wanted to deal with them. To hope for a fine dining experience was a bit too optimistic. Then again, Akira never had the opportunity to be picky with what he could get, so even an above awful palette was passable to him. His company on the other hand talked like she'd frequented restaurants with a dress code.
Stepping inside to find a place to sit, the cafe wasn't that busy during this time of day save for a few people, including one with so much mass that, in his own opinion, they didn't have business being in the establishment. Placing his hand on Yukari's shoulders, Akira directed her through an alternate route around the tables and seats.
"Sorry, but I don't want to get eaten in case you whack the wrong person with your stick."
There were some that could be understandable—and some that could be completely unreasonable. Either way, he didn't want to start his day with some whaling in a friend's cafe.
Yukari laughed,
'I'm sure I've hit the wrong person on more than one occasion but for whatever reason they never seem to retaliate… one can only wonder why.' She knew exactly what she was insinuating but in truth it had more to do with the company she liked to keep. Big scary monsters of that were somehow teenage boys were more than enough to convince people to live and let live, lest they wanted to be the ones choking on their life juices.
'Though if they try to give me sorry service I fear a change of seating won't do much good.' She noted as she felt herself being steered off the course she was going to take.
The boy who introduced himself as Akira seemed to be more than a ruffian to toy with until she got bored. He spoke well but still with a hint of casualty. Was he like her or actually part of high society? If he was that was certainly odd that he wound up here instead of having his parents pull magic strings that made all forget about his crimes against society. Wealthy but not wealthy enough to be influential she decided.
She stuck her staff out and felt it clang against something hollow sounding and figured it was a table.
'I suppose we've walked far enough, shall we rest our weary feet or continue onwards until you've gotten me completely hidden away so no one will see what you intend to do to me?' Yukari asked with a wry smile.
"Yeah… I wonder…" Akira murmured. Still, to put so much faith in people to not be cowards was a bit much. He was sure not everyone here was a bad person but the place is still a prison. There were still plenty of weirdos and fucked individuals, some were in his class he was sure.
"I still wouldn't give them a reason in your case…"
With a scoff, the boy released Yukari's shoulders and pulled out a seat for her to sit down.
"Yeah, cause I'd take advantage of a blind girl in public." Voice dripping with sarcasm and a roll of the eyes to match, Akira took a seat himself.
"Besides, if I had that kind of intention I'd have taken you to somewhere better than this. Who do you take me for?"
The girl appeared to like poking fun at people's expense, though Akira couldn't say he wasn't similar, but their tacts were nothing alike. Yukari seemed to value some subtlety in her games whereas his own mannerisms were more—rough.
"Hell, maybe you're into that sort of thing. I'm a more difficult catch though. You're not gonna get me on the first date." He retorted with a grin, waving down a server.
"Either way, whaddaya want? Or is tea going to fill as your lunch?"
Yukari fluffed out her skirt before she sat, one leg crossed over the other while her hands were neatly clasped on the table.
'I take you for a man, and men are very strange creatures,' she answered coyly,
'Partly why I'd rather pay for their meals than vice versa. They tend to think once they've made an 'investment' in a girl they have the right to do whatever they please or else she's a bitch. By that logic I should be able to do what I want to you. Not that I have anything in particular in mind, this was all very improvisational.'
When she hear the footsteps of another person approach along with the subject of their order being brought up she figured they must have been the waiter.
'Hmm, I suppose I'll have lemongrass tea with no sweeteners and a slice of fish pie.' she answered,
'What of you Akira? A rare steak with an extra helping of mashed potatoes and beans, along with a diet cola to smoothen out the carb count?'
The girl raised her hand to her mouth to hide the grin she felt forming on her face. She knew she should stop messing with him and trying having an actual conversation but it was nice to play a verbal game of cat and mouse. He didn't seem to mind too much though she wondered if she'd get more enjoyment seeing get irritated with her instead.
'But you mentioned one of your friends worked here earlier,' Yukari questioned while he took his order,
'Who is he, if I may ask?'
Listening to her response, Akira found it somewhat peculiar. She didn't let it show in tone or expression but the wording led him to believe that she had some experience and it likely wasn't very pleasant. Humming on that thought, a word of profanity escaping her lips took him aback. All this time she had spoken so proper—it sounded unnatural. Other than that, she wasn't completely wrong, though one might argue that generalizing all men was a bit unfair.
Akira let out a light chuckle.
"Well, miss prim and proper can be crass… and I could say the same about some women, intentionally freeloading of some idiot's desperation or pride." He wasn't going to generalize, though he'd yet see if the girl in front of him would bail before they received the check. Then again, would someone like her be capable of such a thing without knocking everything out of the way?
As the server approached, Yukari swiftly made her order and turned over to him.
"Uh," Akira began, but ultimately was spoken for by the girl himself. Was she a damn nutritionist?
"Well… you're buying, so yeah." He didn't religiously watch carb count like some health nuts, but he probably should put more thought into what he eats. His activity and metabolism tended to work well enough on their own without any further thought.
Nodding, the waiter departed as Akira eyed his company. She was—interesting to say the least, thankfully not crazy or so he had yet to see.
"Ah, name's Ryuu," He replied.
"You've probably noticed him, pretty-boy, talks all eloquent, gossips like a woman…" He listed off traits of his supposed friend. They weren't very much alike and had known each other for only a month, but they got along well enough. Pausing, he realizes the girl's condition and sees that she wouldn't be able to see the pretty-boy.
"Ah… well, he talks like you. If you come here often enough you've probably met or heard him."
The girl didn't seem too sensitive about her sight or lack thereof. Still, he sought to change the subject from his slip-ups. He was all for being an asshole—when he meant to be anyway.
"What about you, where'd you come from? You talk like you came straight from some fancy private school."
Yukari nodded to what he said, finding herself agreeing. Plenty of girls were 'freeloaders' as he put. She was a traditional type herself in a way but as she had stated earlier, she hated people buying things for her and making her feel like she owed them. It was bad enough they already felt the need to watch out for her as if she couldn't take care of herself, but that was a mental tangent she'd have another day.
She couldn't help but laugh as the waiter walked away with Akira resigning himself to his meal,
'Oh dear I wasn't ordering for you, it just a jest! Now you're stuck with a horrible lunch because of me… seems I'll have to make that up to you as well. You fancy dessert or is it a bit too soon to say for sure?'
Deciding it as more of a rhetorical question that he could think over until lunch was actually here she listened for his response to her inquiry.
'Ryuu? I know of him, though I haven't really spoken to him more so… observed him! He does seem like a terrific character; a roguish handsome type I think. Ah I've said too much…'
In truth that was the reason why she even went to the cafe' to begin with. Their food was substandard in the flavour department and the environment felt grimy but he was nice. Unfortunately Yukari always got butterflies in her stomach when she thought he was close so everytime she came she always requested a server by the name of Oharu. She didn't know him in the slightest, only overhearing his name from some girls in her class so requesting him was better than risking Ryuu serving her. For her it was enough to just know he was near, though he probably didn't know she even existed. Ah, that was love wasn't it?
She began to feel her cheeks burning and welcomed Akira's change of topic. Anything to stop thinking of him.
'You're quite observant, before this 'school', if you can call it that, I was a proud student of Sien Girl's High School. You might have heard of it, being known as one of the best private schools in Japan and all.' That last bit was bragging, it was obvious but who wouldn't be proud of getting into such an elite school?
'What of you? You seem like you may have gone to a private school as well. Maybe homeschooling?'
"Huh? What's wrong with it?" Akira inquired with genuine confusion. Sure the place wasn't a fine dining experience, but it was edible and probably not poisoned. He didn't see anything wrong with her choice. Though in fairness to Yukari, the taste of her company wasn't exactly refined. What was cheap was typically what he ate, thus he grew accustomed to subpar food. What someone else might reject Akira would likely call them pampered, eat it, then say he didn't understand.
"And here I thought you were trying to watch out for my figure," He taunted, leaning back in his seat.
"I don't want to break your wallet, you're already buying more than what you owed…" Going off on that, he listened to what she had to say on Ryuu, a smirk creeping onto his lips. Certainly, she was the type who could give out compliments without meaning much, but that—that was a blush!
"Oh? Really now? Maybe you should try the damsel in distress schtick with him next time." It was a jest, but it might very well work knowing the guy.
Moving on from that subject, he wouldn't taunt her too much. He hit the nail on the head, it seemed. Sien was a very prestigious school. You needed more than just money to get in there and then to stay. Chuckling, she seemed proud.
"Man… you are way more prissy than I thought… Then again, you'd have had to do something to land this kind of detention," He mused, internally proposing the question of exactly what she did. Maybe she was crazy. Crazy and really good at putting on a mask.
Following her question on his own roots, Akira tilted his head, both confused and surprised. Him? A private school? That was a laugh.
"Seriously? What about me leads you to believe I went to a fancy-ass school?" He did go through schooling but—well, it wasn't as glamorous as she was insinuating.
"Home-schooled, yeah… I'm more… street smart than book smart."
A few minutes passing and the waiter returned to set their orders on the table. Cracking open the soda can, Akira continued.
"I'm good at reading people but… books? Math? Yeah, I'm good."
'Oh you know, steak and all that garbage is so American and they have a tendency to be a bit...squishy,' Yukari explained.
'As for the food itself it's alright, but it could use more spices. If I'd known flavour was such a foreign concept here I would have brought some black pepper.' She laughed at what he said next,
'If by fattening you up meant I was watching for your figure you should worried if I live in gingerbread house covered in candy! But if you insist I don't compensate you for the meal then I won't. I don't want to be accused of being that witch I told you about.'
She didn't comment any further about Ryuu but she made a mental note of Akira's 'advice'. The routine seemed to work like a charm on mostly all the boys she met, and for those that weren't heroically inclined she simply forced them to be, much like how she did with Akira though it turned out to be unnecessary. Yukari sipped her tea and prodded the air with her fork until it struck the soft crust of her fish pie and cut off a piece, chewing thoughtfully as she listened to him.
'So no higher level schooling? I suppose that shouldn't be too much of a surprise. You seem more cunning and practical and though they might say, common sense isn't as common as you'd think. Ah, that's not an insult.' Yukari replied. She got up and placed her hands on the table leaning towards where his voice was coming from,
'Though I do wonder… what do you think I'm in here for? If you can guess I can offer you a special treat.'
"Hmm… I guess so…" Forking a corner of the meat and cutting it, he directed the piece of steak into his mouth.
"I'm pretty active, so watching what I eat isn't usually a problem. That, and usually I wouldn't be able to buy up enough food to blow up."
Thinking on the matter of of schooling, he didn't really care much. There were ways for people like him to make it in if they applied themselves and he certainly wasn't stupid. The issue was more with a lack of interest and motivation than anything else.
"Nope, just basic General Ed. Perfect if you want to work at a gas station or if you have a thing for white collars and getting stepped on by some asshole who does less work than you." Obviously he wasn't too interested in a normal life, or at the least he was unaware of any aspect of one that interested him. Scoffing at her assurance that it wasn't an attack on his intelligence, Akira waved it away.
"Good. I would've been disappointed if you tried to hurt my feelings with that. I'm not eloquent," Speaking that in a melodramatic tone to mimic Yukari's own prolific way of speaking, he continued.
"But I'm not an idiot either."
Bringing the can of soda up to his mouth to wash down the food, Akira pondered her question.
"Cannibalism," He replied almost immediately and with a tone that sounded confident.
"You put the witch crap in my head. How many kids have you eaten? Not that I'm judging. You want to eat some brats, go ahead. I won't tell anyone." He didn't necessarily dislike kids, but they could act like demons sometimes—or all the time.
"Mm… I wouldn't guess murder, manslaughter if anything. Or are you some Yakuza's daughter, hm?"
Doting on that, there wasn't much Akira could go off to make a good guess. She liked stirring things up, maybe a con artist? She didn't come off as a killer, but then again he supposed the best killers were the ones who could pose as normal.
"What about me? What do I look like?" He inquired for no other reason than curiosity, then pausing and sighing.
"Fuckin' hell… you know what I mean." Taking another bite of his food, the whole blind thing was really screwing him over.
'Cannibalism.' Yukari repeated to herself,
'Do I really seem like I'd be tucked away in some gloomy kitchen cackling to myself over new recipes I found online to best grill flesh? Ugh I can almost smell it and frankly it's making me lose my lunch…'
'As for you… you seem more Yakuza than I do. Many students here do though and for all of them to be Yakuza would be a stretch unless it's their new plan to expand their gang. But if I were to give a definitive guess… I think you're a faerie.' She finally answered. Just it seemed she was going to leave it at that she eyes took an unnatural sheen as her mouth widened into a startling grin.
'I can tell by your aura, it's kind of pink and glittery! Oh but I think you might be partial instead of a full blooded one or maybe you're even a changeling! That's so cool, but you know not cool because if you are it means your faerie parents abandoned you because you were hideous to look at… Chin up though! You must be mighty handsome by our human standards!'
Yukari took a breath as if she was going to ramble more when a bell more akin to an alarm rang, resonating throughout the cafe'.
'Oh deary me, is it that late already? Such a shame,' she said with a disheartened sigh as she rose from her seat,
'I would love to speak with you more but it seems that'll have to wait for another day. Because of that how about I pay for our next meal instead? It'll be a second date!'
Yukari was already making her escape out the cafe' as she said her last words, holding her staff behind her and quickly moving it from side to side to clear a path.
"Eh, I could see it," Akira replied. It was more of a bit to poke fun at her. If he was going to accuse someone of something, he'd need some actual inclination and so far Yukari hadn't given him enough.
Her mention of the Yakuza was amusing, but if anything, it showed that she probably wasn't too much involved in gang affairs.
"Nah, they've been dropping for a long-ass time now. I mean, there might be, but I doubt they have much of a hold here when they don't even have the same grip they once did back home." The notorious syndicate's population had long since been in decline, so while Akira was sure there were plenty of gangs in Hisakawa, he doubted that the Yakuza was here in enough bulk to worry about, but who really knew?
Taking another sip of his drink, Akira appeared to freeze at her guess.
"A… what?" He questioned with a blank stare.
"Aura…?" He murmured as she went on.
"Change-ah-wah?" He spoke again. And here he was passing her off this entire time as not crazy.
Suddenly, a bell rang out in alarm, interrupting Yukari's ramblings. Hastily she stood up, bid him adieu and bailed.
"Huh…" Let it be noted, a blind person could bolt on you. Soon enough, the waiter returned with a slip of paper detailing the expenses. Sighing, Akira couldn't say he didn't call it.
Pulling out his wallet to pay, the boy made one final remark to himself.
"Yeah… My money's definitely on scam artist."
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