[mirai holds his stare as he questions her, refusing to answer him right away. mostly, she just wants to look him over, see where he comes from. she's never seen this man before in her life, but there was certainly a certain air about him that made her curious. he's human, that's for sure, but ...]
How unpleasant.
[is her one and only response before she averts her eyes, lips forming a straight line. mirai has a funny feeling about him. is he going to leave without paying? he's acting strange as he eats. who puts that much syrup on pancakes, anyway? was he covering up the taste?]
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How unpleasant.
[is her one and only response before she averts her eyes, lips forming a straight line. mirai has a funny feeling about him. is he going to leave without paying? he's acting strange as he eats. who puts that much syrup on pancakes, anyway? was he covering up the taste?]