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Within the walls of the cold hall, where inside rests the even number of men, some are sleepy and some wide awake, some knows what's going on and some the latter. everyone were waiting for Hajime to speak whom sent them the news they did not expect.
"pass me the tray." Ran says to his brother who was closest to the ashtray in front of the younger with Takeomi in front. Rindou surprisingly sent no insult to him, though Ran knew the pressure was just getting on his brother's nerves. "thanks"
"Koko" it was Manjiro's voice that gave him permission to speak. the executive nodded and threw the envelope he placed inside his coat to the tabletop of the bunching table in front of Manjiro, the sheet slides and halted perfectly just besides the Taiyaki-filled plate on his table.
Manjiro stared at the envelope that was inches before him, gulping down the remaining munched dish inside his mouth. he picked it up, looking at the back of the sheet, pausing when the faint scent of cloudy unpleasant coming from the wrapper engulfed his nose just as he saw the hand-written name of the woman inked on the left corner of the sheet. he knows the woman's handwriting better than his, and to think he'd see another piece once again. he thought he had lost her forever.
"Hanma and Wakasa were in the club last night. they gave us that." Mochizuki spoke to break the cold and curious air around the room when their spying eyes saw the slight change of emotion on Manjiro's face when he held the given reply.
