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[When Beat was younger, he really didn't expect to be awake at 3:00 AM of his nineteenth birthday, sitting in a ratty booth of the local Tokyo-to equivalent to Denny's (which also happens to be called Denny's) with his feet kicked up on the table.]
[But, well, when do things ever go according to plan?]
[Either way, he's here. He's hungry. He's considering yelling at the dead-eyed teenager behind the counter, demanding that he come take their order. But... that's a lot of effort. So he just leans his head back against the booth, and stares directly into the harsh ceiling lights.]
[But, well, when do things ever go according to plan?]
[Either way, he's here. He's hungry. He's considering yelling at the dead-eyed teenager behind the counter, demanding that he come take their order. But... that's a lot of effort. So he just leans his head back against the booth, and stares directly into the harsh ceiling lights.]
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