A/N
Going to take a small break (a week or two) from writing any more chapters for this story as it is currently Spring Break for me. But after it's over, I will be back to posting every Saturday or so. In the meanwhile, enjoy the Omake!
Blank's Fast Food Job. (Nothing in this omake is canon to the story.)
"Mmm… Can I get the fries?"
Blank looked at the man. He was dressed up in yellow and wore red boots and gloves. Having a bald head didn't help the man's case either. Part of Blank questioned how he lost his hair at such a young age, and the other part wondered how anyone's fashion sense could be so terrible. "Uh… would you like the small or large?" Looking at the picture of the fries on the menu again, the man told him, "I'll take a small." "Okay, 153 yen please." Taking the money, the man asked, "Oh, and can you make sure they put lots of soft, long ones?" Nodding, Blank told the people in the back of the man's request. Personally, Blank was more of a short, crispy fry guy.
About 5 minutes passed, and the fries were ready. Holding the tray of fries, Blank inspected it to find out it only had one long fry. After calling the customer who ordered it over, they also looked at the tray for a few seconds before nonchalantly taking it. Walking away, that was the end of it. Or so Blank thought, as a few minutes later, the same customer called him over to his table. His complaint was that his only long fry had been stolen. A single fry. Looking at him with a confused look, Blank asked him, "Oh... would you like to speak to the manager?" A moment of silence passed before the man told him, "Nah it's fine."
Finally, after 10 minutes the man exited the fast food restaurant. Someone followed closely behind, his body looking mostly mechanical. Although it was probably his imagination, he could swear he was holding a bag with a single long fry.
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Never had he seen such a strange group, all with such strange hair colors, and all seemed to be as muscular as the most perfect Greek statue. A group of men, one seeming to be in his 60's, and the others being in their teenage years/early twenties were looking at the menu. The man in a green shirt went up to him, "Can I get 6 cheeseburgers, and an ice cream cone for me?" Nodding, Blank went to enter the order into the computer before another man with white hair that rose above his head interrupted him. "What?! We agreed that we would get burgers for the 6 of us! We don't have enough money to get you the ice cream." "I apologize but cherries are my favorite!" Blank had gotten customers like this all the time, people who would enter the store without knowing what they even wanted, and once they did, they'd argue over it for minutes inside the store. This time, though, it seemed as if the two of them were preparing to fight. One of the members of the group, characterized by a black jacket and a hat that had an O and a square with a hand inside it went to Blank to confirm the order. Handing him 2000 yen, the man audibly sighed, "Good grief. Just give us the 6 burgers." Sending the order to the back, Blank asked the man for his name. He replied, "Just write down Jojo."
What a bizarre group.
