[Their conversation drifts, most of it passing over Takasugi in favor of well-mannered banter about a man's wife, a teen's cutting his job, and a woman's make up, the question eventually arises. Who is that woman on the wall, and why does she look so unhappy?
Is she too poor to afford her own snack?
Takasugi chuckles. He offers clarification; she's here with him, and she's wary to partake.
No comment made as to her affluence.
The man, balding and wearing only simple workman's attire, rises, and crosses the room, and Takasugi trails close behind. Though his new 'friend' is too addled to understand her, Takaasugi catches the gist of her question.] The later as a result of the former, I think.
[He slips to the side, between Mai and the friendly man, eyeing her drink briefly. The man takes the silence as an opportunity, and extends his hand, holding a piece of pastry. Seems he's certain his point's been made by the gesture; he doesn't speak. Or maybe he's just forgotten to.]
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Is she too poor to afford her own snack?
Takasugi chuckles. He offers clarification; she's here with him, and she's wary to partake.
No comment made as to her affluence.
The man, balding and wearing only simple workman's attire, rises, and crosses the room, and Takasugi trails close behind. Though his new 'friend' is too addled to understand her, Takaasugi catches the gist of her question.] The later as a result of the former, I think.
[He slips to the side, between Mai and the friendly man, eyeing her drink briefly. The man takes the silence as an opportunity, and extends his hand, holding a piece of pastry. Seems he's certain his point's been made by the gesture; he doesn't speak. Or maybe he's just forgotten to.]