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"I... I... I'm so sorry!" Jun'ichiro shouts, slamming his hands on the table and bowing his head. (Name) glances over at the boy as they place their hat on the counter. "Though it was for your exam, I was so rude to you."
"I apologize for them," (Name) mutters, looking over at the waitress before nodding towards Dazai and Kunikida. "...As I always do."
"Don't worry yourself, (L/Name)," she smiles, waving her hand dismissively.
"She can handle it, anyway," Sho hums, jumping up onto the counter. Kyoko rolls her eyes before swatting his arm.
"Get down from there."
"Why? They can't even see me!"
"My name is Tanizaki Jun'ichiro," the boy introduces, rubbing the back of his neck. "I work as an assistant of sorts at the agency."
"Please, it's all right," Atsushi chuckles, holding up his hands.
Jun'ichiro nods before motioning over to the raven-haired girl beside him, "And this is--"
"His little sister, Naomi," she interrupts, throwing her body onto Jun'ichiro.
"Y-You're siblings?!" Atsushi questions, furrowing his brows. "I'm not sure I see a family resemblance."
"Oh?" Naomi hums, gliding her fingers down Jun'ichiro's face. Her hand slowly disappears into his shirt as she continues, "You're doubting us? Of course we're siblings by blood. We're quite similar, especially this part. Right, brother?"
"Oh, but..."
"I've warned you before, Nakajima-san," (Name) chimes in, pulling their mask down from their face. "You shouldn't pay those two any mind."
"Er, okay..." Atsushi hums, turning away from the... strange display happening across from him.
"In any event, brat, today you have joined the ranks of our Armed Detective Agency," Kunikida points out, standing up from the chair. He walks over to Atsushi's table before shouting at the siblings, "Do not be a burden to anyone, nor shame the Agency's good name. The rest of us are committed to that, at least. Right, Dazai?"
"Would you strangle me with these fragile, delicate fingers?" Dazai pleads, letting his finger run along the waitress's palm. Kunikida storms over before knocking him upside the head.
"Are you going to smear mud on the Agency's name right as I'm saying we never would?! You bastard! Don't bother asking for her help all the time! I'll crush your neck with my own bony fingers!"
"Apologies," (Name) mutters once more, bowing their head to the woman.
"By the way," Atsushi speaks up, raising his hand slightly. "What were the both of you doing before you joined the Agency?"
