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Gabe glared at the thing sitting in his palm. The soft toy resembled an onion with green tentacles curling up from its base. Its bright, red smile was far too… happy. Gabe barked, “And just what in the hell am I supposed to do with this, Morrison?”
“It’s called a Pachimari. I won it from the claw machines in one of my visits to Hanamura. Look! It squeaks!”
Jack reached forward and squeezed the onion’s body. He laughed at the high-pitched squeak. Gabe glowered at the Pachimari. With Jack’s cacophonous laughter, though, Gabe couldn’t keep from cracking a small smile.