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Someone is singing as the door opens.
"Mirai yori mo, ima ga kanjin- WHOA!" Coming into the bar with snow and ice caked on the bottom of his boots, Duo hits smooth and damp wood floor instead of a non-slip doormat.
Loaded down with a backpack and a MYSTERIOUS shopping bag, he slides forward several feet, narrowly avoids doing a split, and finally comes to a stop against a table. A small box flies out of the bag, but he kicks it back into the air, and it lands neatly back where it belongs.
There is nothing for it but to do jazz hands, after all that. So he does. "Ta-da!"
"Mirai yori mo, ima ga kanjin- WHOA!" Coming into the bar with snow and ice caked on the bottom of his boots, Duo hits smooth and damp wood floor instead of a non-slip doormat.
Loaded down with a backpack and a MYSTERIOUS shopping bag, he slides forward several feet, narrowly avoids doing a split, and finally comes to a stop against a table. A small box flies out of the bag, but he kicks it back into the air, and it lands neatly back where it belongs.
There is nothing for it but to do jazz hands, after all that. So he does. "Ta-da!"