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"That was the fifth shaved ice stall today, I'm tired, where the hell are you dragging me off to this time?!"
"Actually, I had my eye on a nice gelato place."
"I'd rather scrub the Jurer's toilets right now."
The bickering pair could be easily mistaken for a couple having a disagreement, and, for all intents and purposes, that's what the passers-by thought they were. Just two young men on a date, arguing about their next destination. Zamigo had banked on no one paying attention to him, and he'd been right, as always. Nobody ever cared about his getup and about him freezing the occasional cafe table on a lark, so why would they care about him pulling a helpless man along on a merry sightseeing trip?
Kairi miserably tugged at the handcuffs tying him to Zamigo and cursed his decision to leave his Dial Fighter at the Jurer. To be entirely fair to him, all he'd gone out for was a vending machine coffee. If he had his Dial Fighter, he could've unlocked that cuff an hour ago!
Now Kairi was paying for his mistake by being slowly and inevitably dragged towards a gelato shop, looming in the distance like an exam he hadn't prepared for.
"How cold! Turning down free dessert is so very unlike you, Lupin Red," Zamigo cheerfully commented and gave Kairi's cuffed wrist another harsh tug.
"You're going to dislocate my arm," Kairi hissed, rubbing his shoulder.
"I'm not going to if you walk a little faster!"
Until he could find something to pick himself free of the cuffs, Kairi resigned himself to being a modern martyr - he'd be tied to a monster who fed him ice cream just so no one else had to deal with Zamigo Delma.
(That's what he told himself, anyway.)