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>>48494692Part of me wants to stick with Kuro. Another part of me, mainly my stomach, needs something inside of it. “Hey, Kuro, I’m going to go get something to eat. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
“You’re just going to up and leave already?”
“Did you not hear me? I said I’d be right back,” I pat her on the shoulder.
“... I better go with you,” she sighs. “You’ll probably get lost.”
“You don’t have to look after me all the time.”
“No, not probably, you WILL get lost.”
“Kuro, listen to me.”
“No,” she takes me by the hand. “Let’s go.”
No way am I going to beat her when she’s like this. “I could go for some noodles.”
“What kind of dome sells noodles? The best you’re going to get is something like a hotdog or a burger.”
“I saw a vending machine outside that had cupped ramen.”
“I forgot those existed,” Kuro blinks. “But isn’t that too far away? Settle for something inside.”
“Alright,” I concede to my friend’s whim. The two of us end up grabbing some fast food closer to the ‘top’ of the dome. It’s got a nice view of the stage, but the sea of people from us all the way to the bottom make it feel really far away.
We’re sitting on some nice stools, waiting for the concert to start. “I feel bad that I sorta made you leave a nicer view.”
“We’re together, so it’s fine.”
“Fine?” I take a bite of my hotdog. “If you say so.”
“What? Is what I said weird?”
“No, it’s okay. Just seems strange that you’d settle for this view.”
