[Matoba isn't at the tables yet when Chongyun arrives; it takes him a few more minutes to get there, but he has a plastic shopping bag in hand with what seems to be a fairly large box.]
Happy birthday, Chongyun-kun. [He places the bag down on the table, and takes the seat across from him.] I was struck with an idea when you were speaking of your condition, so I do hope this will be to your tastes.
[He folds the edges of the plastic bag down to reveal a box. And in that box... Matoba open the top to tilt the cake towards him, cheerily decorated with fake ice cream cones and with 'Chongun' written sloppily in frosting. Look, the employees did their best. They're not getting paid enough.]
How do you like it? [Huh? Huh?? ....He has that same brimming smile as usual, but it seems perhaps a tad more enthusiastic than normal.]
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[Matoba isn't at the tables yet when Chongyun arrives; it takes him a few more minutes to get there, but he has a plastic shopping bag in hand with what seems to be a fairly large box.]
Happy birthday, Chongyun-kun. [He places the bag down on the table, and takes the seat across from him.] I was struck with an idea when you were speaking of your condition, so I do hope this will be to your tastes.
[He folds the edges of the plastic bag down to reveal a box. And in that box... Matoba open the top to tilt the cake towards him, cheerily decorated with fake ice cream cones and with 'Chongun' written sloppily in frosting. Look, the employees did their best. They're not getting paid enough.]
How do you like it? [Huh? Huh?? ....He has that same brimming smile as usual, but it seems perhaps a tad more enthusiastic than normal.]