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"Emi-chaaan! Look over here! This merch looks so cool!"

Emi looked over to see her short, light-brown haired friend bobbing up and down in front of a couple of figurines, placed neatly inside of the store's glass display case. She let out a small "Hmm?" before walking closer, and saw that her friend was fawning over The Tale of the Seven Lords merch.

"Woah, those figurines do look cool... ah, they also have the movie box sets!" Emi exclaimed, almost shoving her entire face against the glass to have a closer look.

"Aww, I really want this Lord of Flies figurine..." Emi turned around once again to see that her friend had actually pushed her face onto the glass case, an expression of longing etched across her face.
"Airi, I told you." Emi smiled. "Just grab anything, I'll pay for it. I did get my allowance this week."

Airi suddenly jumped on Emi, wrapping her arms around her in a big hug. The two of them almost fell over, but Emi somehow managed to keep her balance. They were both a laughing mess.

"Thank you so much, Emi! I love you!" Airi squealed out, but suddenly paused and added a "Platonically, of course", with a light blush dusting her cheeks. Emi resumed her laughing fit.

"So," Emi continued once she had calmed down. "Now that- hey, where did Eiji go?"

Both Airi and Emi jumped when they heard an incredibly loud yell echo through the store; they immediately knew it was Eiji when they heard their friend yelp out, "HEY, AIRI AND EMI, WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?!"

Emi sighed. "Well, guess we gotta go look for him." She grinned. "Let's go, Airi!"
"Lord of Flies," Airi said, smooshing her face against the glass case once more, "Wait for me!" before running after Emi in search of their idiotic friend.

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Emiko Mizuno smiled at the Lord of Masks figurine in her hand, dozens of memories from her highschool years flooding back. She remembered how her friends would always fawn over The Tale of the Seven Lords, or go around the school pulling harmless pranks on their classmates. They would even push each other around in shopping carts, yelling random nonsense during the middle of the night.
Of course, this was all courtesy of Emi, as she initiated most of these things, being the little mischiveous shit she was in highschool.