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"his hair looks like corn-on-the-cob.." she murmured under her breath, trying so desperately to be discreet about her comment.
"huh?" the tougher-looking student turned to stare at his companion, an eyebrow raised. "what did you...
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── ❝ Chapter 14: Ketchup Brigade ❞ ──
❝ I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets! ❞
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THE ALL-TOO-FAMILIAR SIGN entered your line of view. You struggled to raise your voice over the wind. "McDonalds?"
"Yup!" Mondo replied, driving the motorcycle into one of the parking spaces, the rest following. "Nothing like a Happy Meal tah' brighten your day, right?"
Resisting a strong smile, you simply nodded, hopping off the seat and pulling your helmet off when Mondo turned off the ignition. Around you, the group suddenly began to cheer up from the police situation.
"I can't wait to order a Happy Meal!" Asahi bounced in excitement, immediately parking his motorcycle beside Mondo's and jumping off.
"Cut that shit out," Keizo rolled his eyes, pointing toward Asahi condescendingly. "You're so weird."
Manabu sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "..Said the one who always has a plate full of ketchup on hand."
"..C-Can we please not have this argument again?" Touma chimed in, sweat dropping when Asahi and Keizo began to playfully wrestle each other.
Suddenly feeling out-of-place in the atmosphere, you crossed your arms over your chest, tapping your skin with one finger. They had such a strong relationship. You only felt like an ugly blot on a beautiful landscape painting.
Something to ruin a perfect setting.
"Oi," you heard Mondo's voice clear as day over the noise. Glancing up, you found his worried face. "I can tell somethings bothering ya'."
"We can talk about it later, kay?"
Mutely, you nodded back. With a smile, Mondo softly pat your back and moved his larger hand down to the small of your back, gently leading you toward the building and with the group.
"Alright wait." Keizo held his hand out to stop the group from proceeding to the ordering line. "I'm ordering and paying. You little shits gotta tell me what y'all want."
"..There's a nicer way to say that," Touma added, abruptly gulping when he caught Keizo's glare. "N-Never mind. I'll take a Happy Meal!"
