Alepou was ready to lose her mind and throw hands, but suddenly, her rage disappeared. Why? Food. Yeah, food, bro. FOOD. All the big talk about justice and revenge? Gone. All she cared about now was grabbing some delicious takoyaki. Like, she was about to throw down, but nah, food came first. Priorities, right?
Yuki, being the smart one, turned straight to the reader and dropped some wisdom. "Yo, real talk—if your friend's about to snap, just hand 'em a snack. Trust me, snacks fix everything. Forget therapy, just toss 'em some fries or something. You're welcome."
As they walked off, leaving behind the almost-fight, Yuki suddenly stopped like she just remembered something major. Her eyes went wide. "Wait, hold up," she said. "WHERE'S my takoyaki at?!"
Alepou lit up like she found the meaning of life. "TAKOYAKI?" She spun around, practically drooling. "Oh yeah, let's get that! Say less!" Just like that, all her anger was gone, replaced with one goal: find takoyaki.
The two walked through the crowd like they hadn't almost started a public brawl a minute ago. Now they're just chillin', like nothing happened. Yuki grinned. "Bruh, this day went from 0 to 'squad wipe' real fast. But honestly? I'd trade all my loot for some fire takoyaki, no cap."
Meanwhile, Alepou was off in her own world, probably dreaming about crispy takoyaki. She's already gone, man. Just like, 'Mmm… takoyaki…' You know she's about to destroy that food.
Yuki noticed and turned to the reader one last time. "Ayo, life hack for y'all: forget big speeches or whatever. If your friend's about to go off, snacks are the answer. Now, if you'll excuse me, we got some octopus balls to hunt. Priorities, fam!"
And with that, they disappeared into the market, drama forgotten, ready to chase their next big goal: takoyaki. Because honestly, what else matters?