[ Throwing the garment bag across her shoulders, Denji weaves in and out of the different aisles, even though she knows she won't be getting any laundry detergent or beer at her age. She just likes looking; it always feels strange that she's allowed to. For a long time, she'd get run out of places like these, for loitering too long without buying anything, trying to stay cool during the summer heatwaves.
Denji grabs a few rolls of onigiri, a new flavor of potato chip she's never had, and — she pauses at the magazine stand. There's a gorgeous girl who looks a bit like Aki on the cover, just with poutier lips and fluffier hair. She's wearing a tight-fitting, cropped vest and bikini bottoms, an arm stretched high above her head, a hand coquettishly propped against her neck, her back arched just right to make her breasts nearly bulge out of her top. The magazine slips between her other items.
When she joins Aki again, it's in the queue line. Denji peers around her, trying to look at what she's decided to pick up. ]
All that booze for you? You act so stand-up, but you're just like that old stitch-face, huh?
[ Stitch-face. Who else could she possibly be talking about? ]
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Denji grabs a few rolls of onigiri, a new flavor of potato chip she's never had, and — she pauses at the magazine stand. There's a gorgeous girl who looks a bit like Aki on the cover, just with poutier lips and fluffier hair. She's wearing a tight-fitting, cropped vest and bikini bottoms, an arm stretched high above her head, a hand coquettishly propped against her neck, her back arched just right to make her breasts nearly bulge out of her top. The magazine slips between her other items.
When she joins Aki again, it's in the queue line. Denji peers around her, trying to look at what she's decided to pick up. ]
All that booze for you? You act so stand-up, but you're just like that old stitch-face, huh?
[ Stitch-face. Who else could she possibly be talking about? ]