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"Okay, okay, okay... it's... conviction..."
The queue was endless, and the two people, one large and one small, stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the scene before them.
Really... I underestimated the power of the otaku, but come to think of it, it's quite normal,
The guy next to me, who usually doesn't leave his main gate or his second gate, got up early today to queue, so what's there not to understand?
"Haruka... what about?"
Suddenly, Misaki Saki nudged the boy with her little bottom, her winking and grimacing expression looking very comical.
"No way, don't even think about it." Haruka Yuzan decisively rejected her.
"Oh! I haven't even said what I want to do yet?" Misaki Saki pouted, crossed her arms, and looked indignant.
"You want me to queue up here while you find an excuse to go home and sleep, right? Let me think, what could the excuse be? It wouldn't be related to roast meat, would it?"
"Exactly! So..."
