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"It would be weird if I suddenly got on my knees and apologized to him, though...that's really not our dynamic."
Kohaku shrugs.
"Don't hafta. 'M just sayin' it sends some kinda message. And ya probably don't want to send the message that yer not the type to repay favors in a place like this."
"Look, this ain't none of my business, and I definitely don't wanna get in the middle of your weird gigolo-like relationship, but why're ya sittin' with me over Rinne-han? 'Specially since he went to all that trouble to defend ya."
You rush over to the group, who is already settling down in a loose circle.
"Here, lemme help!! I'll get the tea!!"
"I'll just eat everyone else's scraps, please don't worry about meeeeeee..."
"Umm...lessee, which one of these is closest to m'diet plan...definitely not the fried chicken...wonder if I could get away with the potato salad..."
"I'm satisfied enough with something like this~ Hmm, which part do I want?"