restaurant girl | t. muichiro ✓

chapter 18: murder?

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬.

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emergency a/n: i do NOT condone the use of illegal drugs OR the abuse of any drug in general. actions performed in this chapter may be disturbing or triggering. if you are currently experiencing addiction, PLEASE see a doctor. i care about you all.

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dumbass manager

i need more ipecac.
i ran out.

It's been a week?

i know.
i ran out.
fuck you.

I'm glad you're taking the diet seriously. Touya stands no chance.
Are you seriously still mad at me over the Y/N situation?

yes.
the only reason i haven't hired a private hitman to kill you is because i need money.
and i need more ipecac.

Muichiro, have you ever considered something a bit stronger than ipecac?

would that work?

Maybe.
You're staying at 800 for today, right?
Just stick your finger down your throat until the next time I see you. Or find a different way to throw up.

yeah. whatever.
i just need them.

Woah, calm down.

i'm calm.
they just help me vomit everything out easier.

Wait, Muichiro.
How many pills do you take?

i don't know.
i don't count it out.
i just dump it in my hand and swallow.

Muichiro. You can't do that.
I don't need you overdosing on it.
I think that's probably why you passed out, because of you taking too much of it.

it doesn't matter.
i need to loose the fat in my face.
i expect the pills to be given to me next time i see you.

Taking more of it just endangers you.
One.

one isn't going to do anything.

How are you not dead yet?

i could ask you that same question.

Fine. Just make sure to not go to the doctor, alright?
They'll be too amazed with your weight loss.
You don't want it published.

got it.
whatever.

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Holding the contract in his hands, Muichiro grit his teeth as he reread the tenth term over and over again.