[Gun friend... please.... why are you like this. Hajime can't help but laugh a little helplessly and take a position behind the counter, ready to fulfill his role as temporary barista.]
Sure, why not. I...
[...?]
Uh, Dirk...? [Ah- he understands. And he can't help but smile again, more sympathetic than anything else. Of course he'd never have smelled it before, if he'd never had it.]
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[Gun friend... please.... why are you like this. Hajime can't help but laugh a little helplessly and take a position behind the counter, ready to fulfill his role as temporary barista.]
Sure, why not. I...
[...?]
Uh, Dirk...? [Ah- he understands. And he can't help but smile again, more sympathetic than anything else. Of course he'd never have smelled it before, if he'd never had it.]
Smells good, right?