[ though zenkichi thinks no one has noticed, he's been standing around the food court for a strangely long time now. although half an hour may not actually be that long, it's a little strange considering he hasn't ordered anything. or brought anything. or moved once from his seat. he seems mostly frozen in place, completely at a loss about how to proceed with his life.
for some strange reason, he has an overwhelming and crushing desire for sausages wrapped in dough. he's not sure where this desire came from, but it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the girl advertising them. no way. he's not the kind of guy that'll buy something just because a cute girl is wearing a revealing outfit that accentuates her figure just perfectly and at the right angle you can see...
no, that is definitely not why he wants to eat pigs-in-a-blanket. if anything, that girl is the problem. because now if he goes up to order some, everyone in the area will definitely think that he's going to buy them just because of her. and he can't have that. that would be totally uncool. people would gossip about him and call him the weird kid with a maid fetish. he doesn't have a maid fetish. he does not like servant outfits of a french design originating from the 19th century that have persisted due to their unique appeal and strangely enticing contrasts...
no, he definitely doesn't like maid outfits. in fact, he doesn't even know any of the facts he was just thinking about. he has no idea where those came from. ]
Argh, this is pathetic! [ okay, he's not getting anywhere just sitting here like this, so he's going to make his move. he just has to go over there, order a reasonable amount, and then completely avoid looking at the girl. if he can do that, then he'll be able to maintain his cool image while also getting the food item he desires.
so he walks over, exactly as planned. and manages to completely look in another direction as he walks, inconspicuously avoiding any possible suspicion. and when it comes time to order, he can say with confidence: ]
I... I... I'll take a hundred!
[ smooth. so smooth.
and damn this tag is so much longer than it should have been. ]
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for some strange reason, he has an overwhelming and crushing desire for sausages wrapped in dough. he's not sure where this desire came from, but it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the girl advertising them. no way. he's not the kind of guy that'll buy something just because a cute girl is wearing a revealing outfit that accentuates her figure just perfectly and at the right angle you can see...
no, that is definitely not why he wants to eat pigs-in-a-blanket. if anything, that girl is the problem. because now if he goes up to order some, everyone in the area will definitely think that he's going to buy them just because of her. and he can't have that. that would be totally uncool. people would gossip about him and call him the weird kid with a maid fetish. he doesn't have a maid fetish. he does not like servant outfits of a french design originating from the 19th century that have persisted due to their unique appeal and strangely enticing contrasts...
no, he definitely doesn't like maid outfits. in fact, he doesn't even know any of the facts he was just thinking about. he has no idea where those came from. ]
Argh, this is pathetic! [ okay, he's not getting anywhere just sitting here like this, so he's going to make his move. he just has to go over there, order a reasonable amount, and then completely avoid looking at the girl. if he can do that, then he'll be able to maintain his cool image while also getting the food item he desires.
so he walks over, exactly as planned. and manages to completely look in another direction as he walks, inconspicuously avoiding any possible suspicion. and when it comes time to order, he can say with confidence: ]
I... I... I'll take a hundred!
[ smooth. so smooth.
and damn this tag is so much longer than it should have been. ]