“Yeah, but imagine what it says about your crab status,” declares Ichiban Kasuga as he strides along the sand of Aloha Beach under the Hawaiian sun, with his three mates in tow.
Kazuma Kiryu’s not having any of it. An intense debate about the living situation of the hermit crab they’ve spotted ensues. Kiryu doesn’t think four bedroom shells are a thing. Tomizawa reckons that in this economy, it’s probably a rental shell. Chitose’s sick of listening to them yack about nothing and decisively shuts the convo down with a sarky quip.
Five minutes later, Ichiban falls asleep on a lounger and a baby bird nests in his hair. “I should probably get on with saving the world at some point”, I think to myself after barely managing to carefully guide Kasuga to a mini-mart that sells bird food before his neck gave out.
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