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Suddenly, Rinne's behind you, his hand on your head roughly shaking you around.
"Gyahaha! Get in dogeza if yer really sorry, ya bastard! On behalf of this idiot, I'll take the blame for not keepin' him in check. Niki needs a tight leash, y'know?"
"Huh? Wait, there's a huge difference between leftovers and garbage!! Fried rice is made of leftovers!! Fried rice!! How can you call that garbage?!"
"Yes, I'd really rather not eat at all if they're going to fish us something out of the garbage."
"...More? There were only three trays made, of course, perfectly proportioned."
"S-sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to- uh- Basil, is there any more food for these guys?"
(Nonono...after all the times I told myself I couldn't cause trouble for others, I...
...Maybe there's too much of my dad in me, after all.)