Volume 1 - CH 2.7

Intermission: At a family restaurant by the streets of Fuchuu

Moffle, Macaron and Tiramie arrived at a family restaurant named ‘Goonies’ in town.

There was no way they were in the mood to go drinking at the yakitori bar after attending such a gathering. After having cream croquettes, Qeema, and a meat casserole, respectively, they each sipped on cups of disgusting coffee while wearing gloomy expressions.

“As expected, I can’t find many good offers, mi.”

Tiramie complained as he fiddled with his smartphone. The little Pomeranian had been scrolling intently through the job search site “Moko-Moko Navi”.

“Isn’t that limited to the capitol, ron? Just search throughout the country and you’ll probably find something,” Macaron said.

“If possible, I wanna work at the capitol, mi! I don’t wanna move so far away.”

“You sure it isn’t just because you don’t want to leave the chicks whom you’ve received mail addresses from, ron?”

“No way! …Okay, maybe a little, mi.”

Tiramie was hopelessly obsessed with girls. It was hard to believe he was worrying about anything else.

“If you search hard enough, there are probably tons of good amusement parks out there, ron. There are some that raked in profits after breaking ties with the government.”

“Is that so, mi? You seem to know a lot about these things, Macaron.”

“I know a thing or two about the problems of Japan’s economy, ron.”

“That’s hard to believe, mi.”

Macaron took a quick glance at Moffle. He hadn’t spoken a word since that dispute with Seiya earlier at the sky garden. He’d been staring outside the window in misery. Even with the delicious croquettes, he could only manage half of them before placing them down on the table.

Macaron thought of striking up a conversation with him, but couldn’t think of any topic that could lift his mood. The best thing he could do now was to continue his idle chatter with Tiramie.

“Anyway, don’t worry too much about leaving the girls. You can build a new harem elsewhere, ron.”

“I suppose. But I really don’t wanna leave Takami’s ass, mi.”

“Since when was her ass yours, ron?”

“That’s something I wish to make mine, mi. I’d definitely wanna puff her.”

‘Puff’ was a word used in Maple Land that referred to a certain action. Details aside, it was, without a doubt, uncouth lingo.

“Oh, and I’m a huge fan of Melody too. I definitely don’t wanna move too far.”

‘Melody’ referred to the soccer team ‘Melody Shibazaki’ that was based at a city beside Amagi. It had recently skyrocketed in popularity after placing well in a tournament last year.

“Come to think of it, the opening match is soon, isn’t it, ron? Tiramie, if I get my hands on the tickets, how much are you willing to offer?”

“You’re always like this, mi. You also sold tickets to AK48’s live concert to the black market, not to mention Wanipi, at ridiculous prices, didn’t you?”

“That’s just the service charge, ron. It’s perfectly legal!”

Right then, Moffle stood up.

“I’m going home, fumo.”

“Moffle, are you alright, mi?”

“I’m not sure myself, fumo.”

Having placed the payment on the table, Moffle left the restaurant.