“I don’t believe for a second that you’re older’n me. Just, don’t believe it. You could show me a birth certificate an’ I still wouldn’t believe you. An’ sweet deal! I’ve been dying for some good snacks while I’m workin’.”
“Well, you can believe what you’d like. It’s not gonna change how old I actually am. I’ll probably need to head off soon to help her with the trays.”
“Okay, more questions. One, the fuck’s a “Skay?” Two, how d’you expect me to believe you’re in my school when you’re clearly five? Three, did she get any more baker’s chocolate in? I’ve been dyin’ for some croissants.”
“I’m used to using nicknames, I mean Yosuke. Two, you could ask any teacher there really. And three, just this morning, yes. Mama said she’d have croissants ready by later this afternoon.”
“Rebecca Bardot, I transferred in from another school in Inaba around the time ‘Suke did but I didn’t really interact with him ‘til around that December. I’m in the same year as him. My mom’s been running the bakery since I was a toddler.”
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