"That is the biggest load of crap I've ever heard! I want my money back!"

"Sorry, the transaction is already complete, but you could always leave something in the complaint box."

Tomoko furiously grabs a piece of paper out of the man's hand and begins unleashing her wrath into the note, (I'll never visit this shit show ever again. You lure people in with your beautiful looks and irresistible charisma and then pull the rug out from under them... Oh, wait.)

Tomoko looks under the complaint box to see a hefty trash bag filled with crumpled suggestions.

The money-swindling crook books it behind the stand, wishing to avoid a confrontation.

"Shit."

On Tomoko's venture home, she mutters hateful dialogue to herself, (This has to be a joke. You people are truly the scum of the earth, the waste that seeps out of the garbage pail, the rancid stench of cum and feces that inhabits the ground beneath us only to draw the cash out of our wallets and use it to buy dumb video gam-)

(Wait a minute. I might have an idea. This might be the perfect get-rich-quick scheme I need to invest in that new game. If I obtain the right materials, like tarot cards or ouija boards, I could sucker fools into paying for my sexual desires.)

When Tomoko finally arrives home, she leaps onto the ever-expanding internet landscape. She journeys to the dark side of the web to find the necessary supplies for her spiritual operation, "Oh, this one looks good. Spooky crystal ball, yes, please. And it comes in purple, hell yeah. Let's see here; please read the warnings before purchasing? Nah, that's too much reading." Tomoko giggles with glee as she enters her credit card info into the computer.

Tomoki hears this bothersome snickering from the adjacent room. He covers his ears with his pillow, hoping to block out the noise, "Can't she just shut up already? Doesn't she know how late it is? God, it's so annoying to have a sister. I just hope she fuck up my date tomorrow with Haruka. She better behave; I am paying her after all."

The next day,

Tomoki entertains his girlfriend as they march along the sidewalk. They're forced to take a slight deviation from their usual route due to an abundance of construction in the area. They opt for a more congested section of Tokyo, littered with tiny shops and convenience stores.

An attractive fellow approaches Haruka.

"Come one, come all. Experience a wondrous spectacle capable of changing your life now and foreve-"

"Hey! Hands off, she's my girlfriend," Tomoki sounds.

"Oh my, you look quite familiar. I believe I saw you the other day, if I'm not mistaken.

"I've never seen you in my life."

"Oh, that's right, I saw you through my crystal orb. I can show you your soulmate for a measly price of six thousand yen."

"Let's get out of here. This guy is obviously a con artist who preys off young men and women's sexual fantasies."

Tomoki and his girlfriend soon abandon the marketplace in favor of a more reserved neighborhood.

The shopkeeper chuckles at this recent discovery, "Suit yourself; I'm not the one who will end up falling for his sister."

Tomoki reaches the door to his household, performing multiple prayers in the entryway, (Whatever you do, Tomoko. Please don't screw this up.)

Haruka is greeted by Mrs. Kuroki before the two head upstairs. Haruka also spots Tomoko's room just out the corner of her eye, "I didn't know you had a sister. Why didn't you ever tell me about her? I really wanna meet her now."

"Oh no, uh, you can't, she's, um, prepping for a big test tomorrow. Yeah, it's supposed to be like super difficult, maybe even half her grade. So you really don't wanna disturb her."

"I guess I'll have to meet her some other night then."

"Yessss," Tomoki grins, pulling his fist downwards.

"What was that."

"Oh uh, nothing."

The two depart from the hallway and enter into Tomoki's humble abode.

"Wow, your room is so clean. For a sports player, I expected something a lot messier. It's good to see that you pick up after yourself; that's always a plus."

Tomoko leans her head up against the wall, trying to hear their scandalous conversation, "What are they talking about. It sounds like cleaning. Ugh, that's so boring. Won't they just skip that fluff and get to the juicy stuff already?"

Tomoki reflects before engaging in dialogue, (Okay, just like Tomoko and I practiced.)

"Sooo, what do you wanna watch? We have a large catalog of channels to choose from," Tomoki queries.

"I don't really care, just as long as it's not too scary."

"Okay, game show it is then. Hey, uh, speaking of watching stuff. If you want, we could see that new romance movie on Sunday.

"Real smooth, bro, real smooth," Tomoko adds.

"Oh, what was it again? I think it was called; I fell in love like a flower bouquet?" Tomoki considers.

"Say yes, say yes," Tomoko and Tomoki both mumble in unison.

"That sounds like a snore-fest. Let's see that new Godzilla vs. Kong movie."

"Really? You wanna see that. I wanted to see that too, but I thought you wouldn't like it," Tomoki informs.

"It seems you don't know me too well. I'm a sucker for a good Godzilla flick."

"Then it's settled; we'll meet by the train station early Sunday morning."

"I would like that very much."

"Aw, I wanted to go see that movie with him," Tomoko whimpers.