bloodsplatteredmoon:

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[~☪~] Shinjiro was keeping his ears on Rebecca as she was talking about a customer who tried to get a rush order on a cake. Even he knew if you wanted one of the orders from the spot where the young lady worked, you do NOT try asking for a ‘last minute’ thing and expect not to get charged more.

“Unfortunately, people don’t seem to read important details and then get surprised when you live by the rules you set up.”

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“I know, right? I’ll never understand people like that, honestly.”

She slurped up some more noodles before continuing, absently motioning with her chopsticks as she talked.

“Then he had the nerve to say he’d sue if I didn’t make the cake. I swear I’ve never heard a more American asshat in my damn life, his accent was terrible. And no, Shiichan, that was not an intended pun.”

Rebecca snorted a little into her tea and rolled her eyes a little, happily sipping the hot drink before going back to her ramen. She never realized how many hearing puns she seemed to make until her chatting buddy started snorting at them all.

“It’s mostly out-of-towners that don’t read the signs, with the odd foreign tourist. The people who live here know better by now for the most part.”

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