[~☪~] “Truthfully, I don’t believe that anyone really can understand people that seem to make an ass of themselves and then try to brush it off like it was the other person’s fault.” He shrugged, as he took a sip of the water in front of him.
Hearing that the guy who had tried to make her rush an order even had the nerve to say he was going to sue her. He had gotten someone upset when working in Aiya’s kitchen, especially the one who tried to make it seem like they had beaten the Rainy Day Beef Bowl. All they did was dump it into a container once they felt full and didn’t think anyone saw.
“Yeah I agree.”
“People like that are stupid.”
She huffed, eating the rest of her ramen before chugging the rest. Then she carefully put the bowl down with a quiet sigh of contentment, gently putting the chopsticks down. Mm, that hit the spot so perfectly!
“Fwah! Gods, you always make the best ramen, Shiichan.”
Then she happily handed over her bowl for a refill, quite confident that she’d be able to eat another bowl of the delicious food. After all, she paid for her own food and could more than afford it, especially on super hungry days like today.
[~☪~] 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.”
“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.”
“And that’s when I said ‘If I did your ‘super important last minute cake’ on a discount, it would be a fuckin’ cupcake, honey. Double the rate since you want it rushed.’. Poor bastard looked like he swallowed a lemon whole, I swear to Inari. He didn’t even look at the sign above the counter saying ‘no rush orders’.”
Thankfully Aiya’s seemed to be rather empty this afternoon, which was mostly how she could chat it up with Shinjiro while she ate her usual order, sipping at her tea.
[~☪~] He looked at her curious as she was giving some kind of description of what it was like to listen to those kids… going from Dungeons and Dragons to… Psychology?
“They’re not like this in school?” Now he wouldn’t lie that he was curious about this… “What’s the difference between what they are like at school and outside of it?”
His question caught her halfway through a mouthful of ramen, causing her to slurp it up before she answered.
“Yeah. They’re either ganging up on the kid with headphones or they’re goin’ up to the roof while school’s goin’ on. I don’t follow ‘em up there but a couple others have and they’ve reported back sayin’ they’re talkin’ about the murders.
Fuck if I know why they’re studyin’ college level stuff though. Doesn’t change that they’re talkin’ about Jung here for some reason.”
She slurped at her ramen, not even wincing at the heat as she ate.
“If I hadn’t had a classmate who had psychology as a special interest back in my old school, I never would’ve figured out what all the talk about ‘shadows’ and ‘personas’ meant.”
[~☪~] Shinjiro glanced up at the young lady who had soon began to complain about the teens in the corner who were eating their meals, and talking about something that seemed important. He couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.
“I think whoever ends up hearing what they are talking about, they kind of brush it off, considering even you don’t really understand what it is they are speaking of.” His hands hadn’t stopped moving, as he was finishing up the next order on his list of tickets.
Rebecca let out a huff in response, eating some more before quietly speaking again.
“It’s confusing the shit outta me, honestly. One minute, they’re talkin’ about stuff that I swear is straight out of Dungeons and Dragons. The next is freakin’ Jungian psychology.”
“They’re not like this in school though, which is why I thought it was odd. We’re not learning psychology in class at all.”
“I dunno how ya put up with ‘em, Aragaki-san. I haven’t a damn clue about half the shit those guys are talkin’ about and the other half makes me think it’s DnD or somethin’.”
The young French teenager grumbled a little into her ramen, slurping quietly at the noodles before glancing over at the group near the back of the shop. Then she looked back at her bowl and let out a soft sigh.
“Jeez… I wonder if they realize the whole freakin’ shop can hear ‘em.”
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