Atobe plucks the drink from Yukimura's hand and replaces it with a small vial. "Have some cocaine instead; you don't want to get fat."
Yukimura holds up the vial, looking at a light through it, and shakes the white powder. "You're encouraging drug use, Atobe. What would Tezuka say if he knew such a thing?"
"Tezuka won't find out, though." Atobe looks at the model standing next to him, and finishes off the drink he holds, Yukimura's martini.
"Oh I could go tell him you're encouraging me to do drugs to maintain my figure," Yukimura says. "I am sure he would believe me, especially with evidence." And again, he shakes the little vial, although Atobe notices he is no longer looking at it, but at something - someone - else
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Atobe plucks the drink from Yukimura's hand and replaces it with a small vial. "Have some cocaine instead; you don't want to get fat."
Yukimura holds up the vial, looking at a light through it, and shakes the white powder. "You're encouraging drug use, Atobe. What would Tezuka say if he knew such a thing?"
"Tezuka won't find out, though." Atobe looks at the model standing next to him, and finishes off the drink he holds, Yukimura's martini.
"Oh I could go tell him you're encouraging me to do drugs to maintain my figure," Yukimura says. "I am sure he would believe me, especially with evidence." And again, he shakes the little vial, although Atobe notices he is no longer looking at it, but at something - someone - else ( ... )
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