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Who: The Reviewer and Nora + BONUS PARTNERS
What: Date + BONUS ???
When: March 25th; evening (when I say epic you say backdate)
Where: Neon City restaurant
This was the best date the Reviewer (or, as he had introduced himself at Nora's insistence on an actual name, Yamada Taro: a fake name, a laughably common name in Japan, not that the Canuck had picked it up) had had for a while. Granted, it was the only date he had had in several months, but the fact stood. As much as he'd been enjoying the freedom the digital world offered from the Reaper's Game, knowing that his date wouldn't be interrupted by a txt along the lines of "wall Route 2 or be erased" was particularly satisfying. And Nora seemed decent enough so far; at the very least she was a breath of fresh air from the often fashion or idol obsessed Shibuya girls. The Reviewer almost felt he could open up to her. Maybe.
Their meal orders had been taken by a Commandramon waiter. The starters here were nothing special, so he figured it was time to show her what they were really at this particular restaurant for:
The pool tables.
The Reviewer gestured at a free table nearby, the move almost theatrically overdone because he knew well that a mere glance at the table would be lost beneath his hoodie (neither Reaper regulation hoodie for once, a more fitted forest green one he'd picked up here).
"Shall we?"
What: Date + BONUS ???
When: March 25th; evening (when I say epic you say backdate)
Where: Neon City restaurant
This was the best date the Reviewer (or, as he had introduced himself at Nora's insistence on an actual name, Yamada Taro: a fake name, a laughably common name in Japan, not that the Canuck had picked it up) had had for a while. Granted, it was the only date he had had in several months, but the fact stood. As much as he'd been enjoying the freedom the digital world offered from the Reaper's Game, knowing that his date wouldn't be interrupted by a txt along the lines of "wall Route 2 or be erased" was particularly satisfying. And Nora seemed decent enough so far; at the very least she was a breath of fresh air from the often fashion or idol obsessed Shibuya girls. The Reviewer almost felt he could open up to her. Maybe.
Their meal orders had been taken by a Commandramon waiter. The starters here were nothing special, so he figured it was time to show her what they were really at this particular restaurant for:
The pool tables.
The Reviewer gestured at a free table nearby, the move almost theatrically overdone because he knew well that a mere glance at the table would be lost beneath his hoodie (neither Reaper regulation hoodie for once, a more fitted forest green one he'd picked up here).
"Shall we?"