Mitsuru hasn’t been much for poking her head into this odd dimensional cleft very often; really all she wanted today was a brief reprieve, and the storage closet in the dorm seemed like a good way to provide it.
She hand’t expected the fliers. Or the inviting looking cafe.
Or…
“Are… are those… éclairs?” Sweet delectable french pastries… she didn’t even realize how much she’d been missing those, until right this very moment.
NONETHELESS. She has standards to uphold. She will not salivate unseemingly, nor will she linger at the window and simply stare inwards. She is still a Kirijo, and that means she has a plan.
And in this case, that plan is to walk inside and get the attention of the first person who looks like they may work here.
"Excuse me... what's the current rate on those pastries? And do you accept credit?" Someone also apparently hasn't grasped what 'free samples' mean, however.
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She hand’t expected the fliers. Or the inviting looking cafe.
Or…
“Are… are those… éclairs?” Sweet delectable french pastries… she didn’t even realize how much she’d been missing those, until right this very moment.
NONETHELESS. She has standards to uphold. She will not salivate unseemingly, nor will she linger at the window and simply stare inwards. She is still a Kirijo, and that means she has a plan.
And in this case, that plan is to walk inside and get the attention of the first person who looks like they may work here.
"Excuse me... what's the current rate on those pastries? And do you accept credit?" Someone also apparently hasn't grasped what 'free samples' mean, however.