“it’s the end of my shift. actually, it ended half an hour ago-- along with the selling.” because he doesn’t know the goddamn opening hours, he tends to come in when touka is just about to close up anteiku. is this a fucking habit or something? “i gotta disappoint you; no more coffee for today.” she isn’t even going to look at that dumb look on his face-- she doesn’t even have to see it to know that it’s that one.

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“and what? leave you my dinner? you fucking wish.” there has yet to be any signs of aggression in her tone and expression, but her body language is saying something entirely different. arms crossed, even if there’s a barely breathing and profusely bleeding human beneath the soles of her sneakers. she ain’t moving. “i ain’t sharing. fuck off and hunt your own shit.”

the human attempts to move under her weight, struggles for only a mere second, before eventually giving up the fight. a bit pathetic for someone their size (we’re talking about an athletic young man here; the ones touka likes the most), considering their vigor and the build that comes with it.

“i’m gonna say it again since it seems like you didn’t hear me the first time: fuck off.” and there’s that familiar firmness in her voice– that fire fueled by rage, festering deep within her.