[center][h1][color=ad4e92]H[/color]OSHINO [color=ad4e92]N[/color]ORIAKI[/h1][/center]
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[color=ad4e92][sub][b]D A T E[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub]April 9th 2018[/sub]

[color=ad4e92][sub][b]L O C A T I O N[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub]Commercial Kyoto[/sub]

[color=ad4e92][sub][b]T A G S[/b][/sub][/color][hr][sub][@Hero][@Scribe of Thoth][@WXer][@psych0pomp][/sub][/cell][cell][indent]
Noriaki stood stoic as his would-be boss looked him over. It wasn't a very long appraisal, in truth, and that was something the teen took in stride. As the older gentleman listed off the benefits of the job, he mowed them over in his head. It didn't exactly pay much, but it was also a part time job ringing up drinks and stocking shelves, so he wasn't going to be making a fortune any time soon. The flexibility of the schedule was nice, though he didn't foresee himself doing much after school to begin with. 

Especially not to a godforsaken Lawson's with the shitty chicken apologists that had been accompanying him.

[color=ad4e92]"Yeah, I did,"[/color] Noriaki answered nonchalantly when questioned on his recent arrival, [color=ad4e92]"I just got here this week."[/color]

He briefly cast a gaze over towards Asakura, glaring at the teen who had the nerve to both imply his employment was ruse to get them away from crap food [i]and[/i] throw away a perfectly fine sandwich in his presence. He was starting to understand why the man spent his lunch on the roof sucking on eggs alone. But his irrational irritation aside, the former athlete had more pressing matters at hand. Namely, locking down this job. 

[color=ad4e92]"When do you want me to start? Or is there like, paperwork I gotta fill out first?"[/color] 
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