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“Ok, guys, the doors open in a few moments! Let’s aim for 100% customer satisfaction!” Taka briefs his coworkers as if delivering a speech behind a podium.
Maki sighs and shakes her head at him slightly, knowing that it’s inevitable that at least half their customers will be unhappy, given both the team on shift and the fact that this is a Walmart.
Nekomaru pumps his fist in the air. “Remember to do your best! Let's give it our ALLLLLLLLLLLLL!”
“Fuahahahahaha!! Our reign of terror shall begin momentarily! Unchain the gates!!” Gundham says, one arm crossed over his body, the other’s hand covering his face.
“Reign of terror is r-right, the way y-you’re going to-to be annoying us all day,” Toko grumbles under her breath, leaving the small group to head over to her station at the customer service desk, not wanting to be around people any more than she has to.
“Like you’re much better! God, both our customer service representatives are pushover wimps!” Hiyoko laughs, “Especially smelly pig barf over there!” she points at Mikan.
“You don’t have to be so mean!” Mikan cries, putting her arms over her head and cowering as if Hiyoko was planning to hit her.
Junko takes a selfie before starting to speak. “Chill out, she’s too tiny to hurt you, you coward.” She pauses speaking to scroll on her phone and take another photo. “Besides, even if she could, just hit her back or something!”
“Guys! Back to the task at hand!” Taka commands. He turns to face the doors and unlocks them, throwing them open and standing in the doorway as if expecting a large crowd. Of course, nobody was lining up to shop at their local Walmart at the crisp hour of 6 in the morning.
Maki walks off to her checkout lane, glad to be away from the madness of her coworkers for the moment as she turns on her lane’s light.
The others follow Toko and Maki’s lead and head over to their own stations. The first customer of the day is some fatass with a weird spike for a haircut. He immediately skitters over to the customer service desk, stopping in front of Toko. “Excuse me, Miss…” he squints to read her name tag, “Fukawa, where might your assortment of fine fanworks be?”
Toko recoils in response to his question. “W-we don’t carry… those here…” Toko replies, a look of disgust on her face.
Hifumi also recoils, but way more dramatically. He puts his hand over his chest. “What?! What kind of store doesn’t carry fanfiction?! This is a disgrace!”
“We o-only carry real literature here.. Not whatever d-disgraceful stuff you r-read..” Toko retorts, a look of contempt in her eyes.
Hifumi growls, one hand clenched into a fist out of frustration. “How dare you! Do you know who you’re talking to? I am the Alpha and the Omega!” He slips into a ridiculous sounding deep voice as he announces his title.
“I-it’s way too early to deal with this.. J-just leave…” Toko hisses under her voice.
“This isn’t the last of me!” He promises, before very angrily speedwalking out of the store.
“I-I hope it will be the last..” Toko mutters under her breath.
At the front of the store, another boy walks in and stands in the doorway, admiring the building before him. “Wow! This really is the pinnacle of stores. I can’t wait to see what kind of hope lies in this Walmart!”
Junko approaches him. “Welcome to Walmart or whatever…” She scrolls through her photos on her phone, clearly not the most enthusiastic worker here.
“Hello!” Nagito greets enthusiastically. He stands there as if waiting for some grand tour of the Walmart.
“Hey.” Junko looks up at him and stares blankly into his eyes before looking back down at her phone. “Why are you just standing there?”
Nagito crosses his arms across her chest to hold his shoulders. “Am I bothering you? I’d hate to interfere with such noble work.”
“If I say yes, will you leave me alone and go bug someone else?” She grins at the idea of bringing annoying customers to her coworkers like locusts.
“Of course. Whatever you say is best after all.” Nagito clearly doesn’t get the hint and continues standing there like an idiot.
“Then you are bothering me. Shoo. Go bug the cashiers or something.” She rolls her eyes at him and puts her hands on her hips.
Nagito smiles receptively. “Alright. I trust your judgement.” He skips merrily off to the checkouts.
Hiyoko’s standing on a stool in her lane, messing with her register. She sees Nagito approach her and she sighs loudly. “What do you want, ugly?”
Even from across the store, the sound of thundering footsteps can be heard. Then appears Taka, springing over to Hiyoko and Nagito. “Unacceptable!” He yells as he gets closer. “against policy!”
“Waaahhhh!!! I didn’t do anything wrong!! How did you even hear that?” Hiyoko bursts into tears, tugging on her uniform.
Taka skids to a stop next to Nagito. “You absolutely cannot insult our valued customers, you hear me?” He turns his attention to the man next to him. “I am so sorry. I hope this hasn’t ruined your shopping experience.”
“Oh, not at all!” He looks freakishly pleased about being called ugly. “Honestly, I’m glad I can be a catalyst of hope for the working class!!!”
“Yeah, see?! He’s a masochist! I called him that to ‘improve his experience’ or whatever!” Hiyoko claims.
“You’re still breaking the rules!” Taka yells at Hiyoko. “I think I should write you up for this!”
Nagito puts his hands up in front of him to placate Taka. “No, no. If anything, write me up. I’m the reason she said it in the first place, and I deserved it. So, please, don’t get this lovely employee in trouble.”
“I can’t do that, you’re not an employee, and she knows better than to say things like that. It’s not her first offense.” He shakes his head at Nagito.
“I insist,” Nagito says more forcefully. “Don’t get her in trouble.”
“I must, she has a history of this.” Taka taps his foot. “It needs to go on her record.” He pulls out a notepad and a pen, and begins to write.
Hiyoko, from behind the counter, sniffles as she looks between Taka and Nagito. “Look what you did!” She cries, pointing accusingly at Nagito.
“Ah! I’m so sorry Miss!” Nagito looks down at his hand in shame. “I didn’t mean to be such a stain on society… Sorry… I’m just the worst, aren’t I?” He wraps his arms around himself and gets a weird expression on his face.
In the sports section, a guy with red hair and a goatee stands with his arms crossed, looking at all the baseball bats hung up on the racks.
“Greetings, Fire Spirit! May I assist you on your quest?” Gundham booms, one arm across his waist, the other in front of him.
Leon turns and looks at Gundham like he’s stupid. “What the hell are you talking about, man?”
“Your quest through this store, to find whatever it is you seek!” He laughs as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Yeah. Dude, I don’t think I need anything from you. Do… you need something? Should I call a psychiatrist?” Leon runs a hand through his hair.
“You don’t need help locating the Sacred Item you seek?” Gundham inquires, making sure. “It is what I am here for, Spirit, to be the guide of this cursed dungeon!”
Leon avoids eye contact like he’s talking with a crackhead. “This is a Walmart. I seriously doubt you guys sell anything sacred.”
“What are you here for then, if not the Sacred Item to fulfill your quest to this ward?” Gundham asks, rather curious.
“You made me forget that I was here to get, with all your weirdness and all,” Leon huffs.
“I, Gundham Tanaka, Supreme Overlord of Ice, was merely attempting to assist you on your journey, as my task requires.” Gundham shakes his head at Leon, as if Leon were the odd one.
“Okay, dude, I’m just gonna… go that way,” Leon points his thumb over his shoulder before backing away slowly.
Not too long after, in the hardware section, Kazuichi is looking around the aisle, one hand on her hat, the other on his belt. He’s trying to find the specific kind of wrench he needs, a strap wrench. He turns to Chihiro, who’s currently working in the hardware section and asks, “Hey, where are all your straps?”
Chihiro turns, mouth agape. “Where are our what?”
“Y’know, your straps? For when a regular one just won’t cut it!” Kazuichi says, smiling at the concerned worker before him.
“U-um,” Chihiro blushes. “We don’t… carry those. But I’m sure you could find something that could work for, um… that.”
“Oh, no, I’ve tried all my other options. They’re just not good enough! I need something specific that I can tighten to perfectly fit my needs.” Kazuichi gives a thumbs up, completely oblivious to the miscommunication. “What’re you acting weird about?”
Chihro laughs awkwardly, fidgeting with her hands in front of her. “I don’t really know all that much about, um, that kinda stuff, so I guess I’m just nervous… sorry.”
Tenko, who bore witness to most of this conversation, approaches Kazuichi, yelling at him. “Hey! Don’t harass this poor girl! You disgusting degenerate males, making everything sexual! HAIYAH!!” Tenko flips Kazuichi over her shoulder, and he hits the ground with a loud smack.
“Holy shit!” Chihiro gasps, putting her hands over her mouth in shock. She nervously looks down at Kazuichi, seriously doubting if he’s even still alive.
Kazuichi groans, trying to sit up, holding his back. “What the hell, man! What did I do??” He’s confused, as from his perspective, he hadn’t done anything but asked about wrenches.
Chihiro steps forward and tries to help pull him up. “I know it was a little weird… but… you didn’t…” Chihiro trails off, honestly kind of scared of this girl.
“Did he touch you at all? Are you okay?” Tenko rushes over to Chihiro, fussing over her. “You don’t have to help that degenerate, you know!”
Chihiro shakes her head at the first question, then nods at the second, looking like a bobblehead on a car’s dashboard. “Um… thank you… I think?”
“What the hell, dude? Why are you thanking her? She’s nuts!” Kazuichi groans, and just continues laying on the floor.
Chihiro looks frantically from Tenko to Kazuichi, going back and forth uselessly. “I… um…”
“You’re nuts, you pervert! Talking like that to random girls you don’t know! Such degenerate behaviour, but to be expected from a male!!” Tenko yells at him, stomping her foot angrily.
Kazuichi groans loudly once again, trying to pull himself up, then giving up and lying back down. Chihiro still has a grip on his arm, which is just hanging in the air uselessly. “She works here, she’s not random,” he says weakly, dramatically acting like he’s on the verge of death.
“Still, it’s not an excuse to be getting sexual with her! She’s working!” Tenko’s pretty angry at this point, though that’s not unusual for her.
Kazuichi gives her a confused look. “Sexual? You have a thing for wrenches?”
“What? You were asking her about straps!” Tenko’s angry look drops, rapidly replaced by a look of befuddlement.
Hearing all the yelling, security walks around the corner. “What the hell is happening over here?!” Nekomaru demands.
“This degenerate was harassing this poor worker, asking her about straps!” Tenko crosses her arms, a look of righteous satisfaction on her face.
Nekomaru crosses his muscular arms across his chest. “Are you serious? That’s unacceptable!” He strides forward and hauls Kazuichi up by his free arm. “You’re a disgrace! DISGRACEEEEEE!”
“What did I do???” He screams as he gets dragged. “I just wanted a wrench!! Why are wrenches sexual now?!”
Nekomaru pulls him all the way to the front of the store and tosses him out into the parking lot. He smiles in satisfaction and puts his hands on his hips.
Mondo enters the store with Yasuhiro, discussing muscles. “Fuck, man, you’re scrawny as hell.” Mondo spots Taka from a fair distance away and points at him. “You see that guy? Even he’s bulkier than you, and he’s tiny!”
Taka hears this and clenches his fist, gritting his teeth. “How dare you!” He yells, pointing at Mondo. “I bet I’m more muscular than you, tough guy!”
“Fat fuckin’ chance, have ya looked in a mirror?” Mondo growls at him, flexing his own muscles to show off.
“Of course I have. I look in a mirror every morning!” He chuckles. “Apparently, unlike you, if you think you have any chance at being stronger than I am!”
“Oh yeah? Prove it. Let’s see yours.” Mondo mocks, not believing him at all.
“Yeah… good luck with that, man,” Yasuhiro awkwardly pats Mondo on the back, “come find me after you're done,” and shuffles off into a random aisle.
“Man, fuck off!” He yells at Yasuhiro as he leaves, before turning back to Taka. “Well? Ya gonna pussy out of this?”
Taka is offended by such disrespect. “No way! I already know I’m more of a man than you are anyway, because I’d never speak to a friend like that!”
“He had it coming, man.” Mondo shakes his head. “I think you’re just trying to get outta this cause you know you’re weaker.”
Taka laughs. “As if! I just don’t want to embarrass you in such a public place. You seem like your masculinity is fragile!”
“Hey! My masculinity is plenty tough! Bring it on, I won’t get embarrassed, I think you’re just trying to save face.” Mondo retorts, hurt by the accusation.
Taka takes up a wide stance. “You asked for it! No more Mr. Nice Guy!” He reaches down and grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric up and over his head. He ignores the stares of customers and coworkers alike and strikes a dramatic pose.
Woah. Mondo just stares at his body for a moment, his strong, muscular body. Quite frankly, damn. “Pshh, that’s nothing. Mine are better biceps alone!” Perhaps, if his eyes weren’t lingering on Taka’s abs, it would’ve been somewhat believable that he himself believed what he was saying.
Taka smirks smugly. “Too scared to bare your own body, I see. I knew you were less than a real man!”
“Oh really? I think you just want to admire more of my muscles but you refuse to admit it!” Mondo says, very much projecting.
“GO BOSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Nekomaru yells from next to the doors. “Give it your AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!”
This shouting gives Mondo the necessary motivation to take his shirt off too. He pulls off his shirt, before staring Taka in the eyes. “See? I’m stronger!”
Taka takes one look at the man’s body before averting his eyes and covering the lower half of his face with one hand to hide his blush. “Y- yeah… as if!”
“What’s wrong, intimidated? You can tell I’m stronger can’t you? Look me in my eyes and say it!” Mondo yells, worked up.
Taka fervently shakes his head and collects his shirt off the floor. He quickly redresses and walks away, mumbling about how he needs to get back to work.
“Y-yeah.. Run away.” Mondo says while putting his shirt on, still thinking about the other man devoid of his.
A ways away, Sayaka stands in the checkout aisle with her cart. “Hi!” She greets sweetly, beginning to set her items down in front of Maki.
“Hey.” Maki begins to silently scan Sayaka’s items before placing them in the bagging area.
The popstar has an assortment of weird items. There’s bleach, duct tape, rope, and a kitchen knife (how did she even get 1 knife from a sealed set).
Maki, upon realizing what items she’s buying, decides to do her job and make small talk for once. “Any plans coming up?”
“Nothing much, no,” Sayaka shrugs. “I just have a lot of cleaning to do, y’know?”
Maki nods and continues scanning Sayaka's items. “Makes sense.”
Sayaka smiles pleasantly and hauls a large meat grinder up onto the counter.
Maki slides it across the scanner before lifting it onto the bagging area. “Will that be all?”
Sayaka also lifts a bigass canister of gasoline for Maki to scan. “Yeah, besides being here, at Walmart, from 6:10-6:45, I have no other plans for the day.”
“I was talking about your items.” Maki sighs. “Are there any other items?”
“Nope!” Sayaka says in a sing-song voice, pulling out a wad of cash.
Maki finishes ringing up the items, before taking the cash and counting out her change. She extends her hand over the counter in a fist.
Sayaka happily receives her change and thanks Maki. She walks out of the store and puts the bags in her trunk, next to the suspiciously body-shaped garbage bag.
“Hey, bitch. I wanna return this.” Fuyuhiko slams a sword down on the customer service desk.
Mikan, who’d been zoning out for the past half-hour, screams at Fuyuhiko’s appearance. “U-um… I don’t think we sell swords here…” She explains nervously.
“Does it look like I give a fuck? Now help me before I sell your useless ass to a whorehouse.” Fuyuhiko snaps, scowling at her.
Mikan again, putting her arms over her head defensively. After a few seconds, she hesitantly lowers them. “I can’t help you unless you have a receipt, sir!”
“I don’t care, you’ll make it work, or you’ll regret it.” he barks, glaring at her.
Mikan squirms, looking like she’s about to cry. “I can’t, sir! You don’t have a receipt, and you didn’t buy it at our store. Please don’t hate me! I’m so sorry!”
“I’ll fucking kill you! Just process my return!” He yells at her, leaning closer over the desk. “You useless bastard!”
Mikan dramatically falls backwards, legs getting tangled in some cables and leaving her totally exposed since her skirt flipped up.
“The fuck?! What’s wrong with you, you incompetent broad? Get up!” He shouts at her, slamming his hands on the desk. “Help me with my return!”
“I’m so sorry,” Mikan cries over and over again, trying and failing to free her legs and save herself at least some embarrassment.
“Everything you do is fucked up, isn’t it? You can’t do anything, can you?!” he screams at her.
“I can’tttttttttttt!” Mikan wails pathetically, giving up and just using her hands to cover her face as tears stream down her cheeks.
Somewhere else, Junko is recording a video of herself with her back to the rest of the store.
Incoherent yelling can be heard from across the building, slowly getting louder as the sound of thunderous footsteps grows with it. The tiniest spec appears in Junko’s recording, which slowly gets bigger. “Stop recording me!” Can be heard very faintly, and soon enough, Taka can be made out. “Stop it!” He screams as he sprints over, his hand outstretched to hide his face. “Stop recording meeeeeeeeeeeee!”
“Ohmygod, chill out. You weren’t even in it. It was literally just me.” Junko turns to him and rolls her eyes.
Taka stops just short of Junko and bends down, his hands on his knees as he wheezes. “I was–” he stops to pant– “I didnt–” more panting “give my permission to be recorded.”
“You were totally not in the frame until you started running at me. Do you know how much that can scare a girl?” She backs up as she says this. “Plus, you’re gross and sweaty now. You didn’t even run that far!”
Taka falls to the floor, clutching his chest as he tries to catch his breath.
Kyoko is wandering the aisles, looking for something– she isn’t quite sure what yet, though.
Gundham appears as she rounds a corner, and she would’ve run into him if she weren’t paying attention. “I could feel your aura ten aisles away. Tell me, who sent you, Gloved Spy?”
Kyoko looks at him and blinks. “Who sent.. Me?” Kyoko doesn’t see anyone else around, so she’s concluded that it must be her, though she’s still slightly confused.
“Yes, you!” Gundham confirms loudly, crossing his arms with a smug look. “Surprised that I caught on so quickly? You underestimate me.”
“What? No, I just don’t know what you mean. Did my girlfriend ask you to prank me? Is that why she really sent me here?” Kyoko inquires.
“Who is this ‘girlfriend’? Is it one of my many enemies?” Gundham questions.
“Not to my knowledge, but with her temper, it wouldn’t shock me.” Kyoko sighs. “Anyways, if she didn’t set this up, what are you on about?”
Gundham backs away slowly. “I’ll be watching you, Gloved Spy…” He accidentally backs into a shelf before running off.
Miu walks up to the customer service desk, grumbling. “Hey… Where are your sex toys?”
Toko groans, clutching the sides of her head. “Why do all the whores come to Walmart during my shift!?”
Miu gasps and holds her hand to her chest. “Wh-whore?? I’m not a whore!” Miu looks like she’s on the verge of tears after that statement.
“Y- yeah, sure…” Toko hisses. “At the v-very least, you’re a creepy f- fucking freak who ex- exists to make my life a l- living hell!”
“Isn’t it your job to help customers? Do you just hate me or something..?” Miu replies timidly, twirling her hair between her fingers.
Toko groans. “Yeah, it’s my j- job to help customers, not t- to personally jerk t- them off! Next you’re g- gonna ask me all kinds of n- nasty things. I- I’m sure you’d l- love ordering me ar- around!” She gets a strange look on her face, holding her forearms while looking like she’s about to bust.
“I bet you’d love me to, wouldn’tcha?!” Miu laughs, putting her hands on her hips. “You look like you’re into all kinds of kinky shit!”
“You wish!” Toko seems to snap out of it. “B- but I’m not a- a pervert like you a- apparently are, you incel!”
“I-incel?!?” Miu whines. “I’m not an.. an incel.. I get plenty of sex!” she says as she holds her arms up by her face, looking like a kicked puppy.
“W- who wants to have s- sex with a whore who’s probably b- been passed around l- like a blunt at a tr- trashy party!” Toko retorts.
“Heeee!! I-I’m not trashy…” Her arms are folded in front of her and she has an odd expression on her face. “D-Do you think I’m trashy..?” Miu looks oddly into this.
Toko looks at Miu like she’s stupid. “I said t- the party was trashy e-ever heard of an an- analogy? Although y- you are trashy t- too…”
“D-do you really think so.. Be nice, I’m feeling rather sensitive…” Miu looks at Toko with absolutely pathetic eyes.
“T- that’d be why you c- came here to b- buy sex toys,” Toko grumbles.
In the toy section of the shop, Himiko is looking at magic sets, which, if asked, she’ll explain as catalysts for her magic, as any tool will do the trick, the ones that will keep her ‘cover’ as a magician are better to get.
Junko, still scrolling on her phone, happens to pass by the aisle. “Hey, kid, you lost or whatever?”
“Nyeh? Me?” Himiko asks, confused, as she’s not a kid. “I’m not lost..”
Junko doesn’t even glance up from her phone. “I can call my boss to take you over to customer service and find your mommy.”
“My mommy isn’t here!! I’m not a baby!” Himiko says, stomping her foot in frustration.
“Damn, she left you then? Better hope she comes back, cuz I’m sure as hell not babysitting you my whole shift,” Junko speaks like her attention isn’t even on the conversation, which it isn’t, because she’s scrolling Twitter.
“I’m not a child! I came here by myself! I'm just a cute, normal girl!” Himiko shouts at Junko.
Junko raises an eyebrow, though she still doesn’t look up. “Your parents let you walk here? That’s like, seriously bad, but whatever. Good for you, I guess.”
“I’m not a child!! Nyehh!!! I don’t need my mommy’s permission!!” Himiko looks really mad, though it’s not that intimidating.
“Whatever you say, buddy,” Junko baby talks Himiko.
“I’m old enough to work here!! I’m not a little kid!! Stop it!!” Himiko whines, thrashing her arms slightly.
“That’s an odd dream job to have, kid, but I support it, I guess,” Junko chuckles.
“I don’t want to, I’m a mage!! I’m just old enough! Stop treating me like a baby!!” Himiko pulls her hat down over her face.
“Yeah? You really like that um… Harry Pothead and the Wizard’s orb, then, huh?” Junko tries and fails to recall the book’s title.
“No!! That’s fiction, everyone knows that’s not real!” Himiko sighs in defeat. “I’m a real mage, a legendary one!!”
“Alright, kid, I’m gonna go now. The lighting over here sucks for pictures. Just don’t take candy from strangers, ‘kay?” She yells over her shoulder, already walking away.
Chiaki is in the game section, checking out all the recent releases. She looks at all of them, frustrated that they’re locked up.
Gundham appears behind Chiaki, speaking loudly next to her ear. “Browsing through the portals to other realms? I do wonder which will be the easiest to take over so that the universe shall know your power.”
Chiaki looks up at him. “Oh, they’ll all be pretty easy. I’m just trying to decide which I want to play through first. Can you unlock the case?”
Gundham cackles maniacally. “Treating such politics as a mere game! I’m eager to observe such power with my own eyes. Though, of course, your level could never rival mine!” He holds up the key to the case in front of him as if it's the most important thing in the world.
“Your power is really important, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to play.” she replies while nodding at him.
“Good to know you can recognize when you’re no match for an opponent! A valuable skill, no doubt!” Gundham swiftly unlocks the case (after missing the keyhole an awkward few times).
“Oh, I don’t view you as an enemy. You’re more like a helpful NPC in my quest.” She holds up her finger and nods at him.
Gundham flushes and pulls his scarf up over his nose. “What? Nobody's ever… recruited me as an ally before…”
“Really? You’re really useful. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gotten my key items,” she says as she selects some games from the case. “You’d make a great party member.”
In the sports section, one bike is missing from the rack. This bike, which somehow found its way off the rack, also somehow found its way to Akane, who's wildly pedaling through aisles.
Chasing after her is, of course, Kiyotaka Ishimaru. “Stop! You’re not allowed to ride that in here!” he shouts after her.
Akane doesn’t hear him, seeing as she’s always way farther ahead of him, and the wind is in her ears. She cheers in exhilaration, even taking her hands off the handlebars as she rides.
“Slow down!!” He screams, chasing after her even faster, though he’s not able to catch up or even keep pace.
She attempts to maneuver it out of the doors, but instead collides with the solid wall of muscle that Nekomaru poses. She successfully lands on her hands and does a flip to stand on her feet, avoiding injury.
Taka finally catches up after a little while, out of breath, bent over with his hands on his knees. “Y-You.. You can’t do that..” he pants. “It’s the rules…”
Akane nonchalantly puts her hands behind her head, clearly not worried about Taka’s authority whatsoever. “That was fun! Really got my blood pumping!”
“You’re not allowed to ride the bikes before purchase! It’s against the rules in case you damage company property or get hurt!” Taka cries out, picking up the bike and inspecting it.
Nekomaru nods sagely, his arms crossed. “Big rule to break, y’know. HUUUUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Aw, c’mon, it’s not that big of a deal, right? I was just test drivin’ it!” Akane smiles at the two men.
“We could have you trespassed off of store property!” Taka yells. “I should be calling the police right now!”
“Don’t do that! It’s not like I broke it! Plus, how’m I supposed to know if I wanna buy it if I can’t try it out first?” she asks, tilting her head.
Nekomaru shakes his head in disappointment. “I can tell you’re an athlete, so it's unbecoming of you to conduct yourself in such a manner! UNACCEPTABLEEEEEEE!”
“I dunno what I did wrong! So what, I broke a dumb rule, big deal!” She shrugs as she says this.
Taka genuinely tears up. “How… how dare you!” He's trembling. He sniffles and runs away, sobbing dramatically about rules and justice.
“What’s his problem?” she asks, watching him run away.
Near the back of the store, Mukuro stalks through the shadows, searching for her target, who she will find by any means necessary. Lurking in a corner, she waits patiently… then, by sheer luck, her target walks right in front of her. She darts forward and wraps her arms around their neck.
Junko turns around and faces Mukuro. “Oh, hey sis. Why’re you here?” Junko puts her cell phone into her pocket.
“Just… checking in on you…” Mukuro’s eyes dart around frantically. “Anything… weird happen today?”
“Yeah, this one freak came in and started talking about working here being ‘noble work’ and basically licking my boots about how my word is basically the word of Jesus.” Junko rolls her eyes, annoyed just thinking about him.
Mukuro literally pulls out a notepad and pen to take note of this. “Mhm… interesting. I can’t imagine why that might’ve happened.” She checks her surroundings again.
“‘Cause he’s a freak, that’s why!” she says, exasperated. “He’s a weirdo who thinks that any attention from anyone is heaven on earth.”
“What a completely random event that turned out to be a bother to you.” Mukuro nods, scribbling down more notes.
“I know right!” she says, completely used to her twin sisters’ odd behaviour. “He was so annoying.”
“Such interactions are odd but are inevitable when working in retail… not suspicious at all, right?” Mukuro questions..
“Not suspicious, just annoying as hell. Today’s been otherwise boring, just like every other day.” Junko sighs.
Mukuro nods. “So nothing… interesting has caught your eye today… good to know…” Mukuro backs into the shadows once again, seemingly melting away.
“Byeee Mukuro!” she calls out, waving at her dissipating sister.
Later that same day, that Walmart was engulfed in flames due to an unknown cause. The culprit, or culprits, have yet to be brought to justice. Luckily, there was only one casualty: a young man named Nagito Komaeda, who ran into the burning building, attempting to put out the blaze by smothering all the flames with his jacket.