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[Luka is standing in the bus's kitchen, chop-chop-CHOPping vegetables with a kind of vigor that makes it abundantly clear why she, of all the Vocaloids, was given The Tailor Shop of Enbizaka to sing. the continuous, monotone sound of the knife hitting the cutting board at a completely even pace is so very loud that it can be heard far outside of the kitchen; along with it, there's also a much less foreboding smell that carries itself through the bus.

say what you want about the preparation method, dinner is going to be goddamn delicious today.]

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[stumbles back >/]

... look, do you value her opinion or not?

What kind of question is that?

You're deciding things for her! Even after me telling you she was more worried about you than herself, you're going 'oh she shouldn't take me back mope mope'. Isn't that her choice to make?

[rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand] She's already made it.

... while cold-turkey-sober and shortly before sobbing at me for your sake. Sorry if I feel the need to doubt that a little.

If she changes her mind, that's fine. If she doesn't, that's fine. I'm not going to convince her, either way.

... ... alright, alright. I think you're being a little fatalistic, but at least I get the idea now.

[shrugs] Like you said, it's Meiko-san's choice.

There's informed choice versus-- ... ah, alright, alright. I'll lay off, for now.

Much appreciated.

- Oh, and Kaito-san...

[quite fast]

--also let me close by saying that I think Luka is perfectly fine as-is, that all of us have our faults and no-one's expected to be perfect and that I really think she's being way too hard on herself okay you can hit me now.

I'm not going to hit you.

... ah... I'm a little surprised. I thought I went too far a couple of times.

I know you meant well, so I'll let it go, this time.

However--

If you speak a word to anyone about this, I will use you as a replacement cutting board. Understood?

...

Understood.

Good. Now get out, so I can finish making dinner.

Ah... good luck. And try to cheer up a little, too.

Perhaps once I get over the humiliation of letting myself cry in front of the likes of you.

I promise I won't tell. ... ah, and if you need a moment, I'll try to head the others off at the pass.

I'll be fine. [pauses] ... Thank you.

No worries about it.

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