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JUJU STROLL
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"So let me get this straight: some kids knocked on your door, asked you to pick between trick or treat, you then proceeded to slam the door in their faces, and the said kids egg your house? Not to be that girl, Yaga, but that's totally a you problem." I snorted into my phone, the whole situation ironic.
I was laid on the couch, a semi-asleep Satoru sprawled on top of me.
"Trick or treat?" Satoru perked up tiredly, his blue eyes wide.
Buzz words.
I rolled my eyes, ignoring him, and I could sense Yaga do the same, muttering a "still can't believe you're romantically affiliated with...him..." again.
"Well how on earth do I clean this mess? It's everywhere!" Yaga complained, evidently stressed.
"I'll swing by tomorrow and see what we can do, but in the meantime, where's Panda? Isn't he coming 'round to mine?" I asked, well aware that the cursed corpse had a weird preoccupation with Halloween.
Scamming unsuspecting grandmothers, to be more specific...
SOMEWHERE IN A RANDOM NEIGHBOURHOOD:
"Well I'll be damned! Miyagi, look! He looks like a real panda bear, doesn't he!" The old woman reached up to pinch Panda's cheek, calling out to her husband, who seemed completely unbothered, flipping through a newspaper.
"Yes dear." The similarly ageing man responded nonchalantly.
"I accept virtually all forms of payment! Card included!" Panda grinned, holding out a bucket and a...card reader?
"Oh, of course you do!" The old lady proceeded to toss her entire candy supply in Panda's bucket, alongside a wad of cash.
Talk about a 'hustler' mentality...
Y/N's POV:
"Anyways, Yaga, I'll call you back. I'm sure you'll be able to handle a few pre-teens." I hung up, not giving the principal another second to reply.
At this, Satoru got up slightly, hovering himself just over me.
He was shirtless: his sculpted physique on display, and grey sweatpants fell loosely around his hip, my eyes unintentionally trailing...somewhere else.
