[Chuuya glanced back at the coffee, which had just finished brewing. He could at least use that to buy himself time, then, busy himself pouring them both cups, adding milk and sugar, and complaining about the poor quality before drinking it anyway.
Shit.
This was going to be awkward.
He rubbed at the back of his neck again.]
There might be someone in Yokohama who --
[How did he put this to minimize the future mocking?]
no subject
Shit.
This was going to be awkward.
He rubbed at the back of his neck again.]
There might be someone in Yokohama who --
[How did he put this to minimize the future mocking?]
Who can plant false memories in people.