A foot-long toasted bun with a plump sausage that nearly burst out of its casing. The sausage was slick with oil and its own rich fat, sending up thin wisps of hot steam. It was topped with crispy onions and a vibrant green relish.
The aroma was tantalizing.
[Y-you… you!] Ichi clenched his teeth as he pointed his finger at San's face.
[Old Man Ben was selling his famous hotdogs at a ninety percent discount… I couldn't resist.] San explained in a sheepish tone, then took a large bite out of the hotdog.
[You're telling me… you delayed our mission for a hot dog?]
San shrugged, [It's a good deal. Also, it's only my fifth hotdog. If we weren't on a mission, I would've eaten at least ten. You know how I am.]
Ichi groaned and rubbed his forehead. [You're lucky Master ordered me not to eat any more Ghouls for the time being. But keep this up, and you'll be next.]
[Quickly finish it. We have a mission to handle.] Ichi added.
