[Akihiko isn't very happy at all. He adjusts the shawl he's wearing, over the really big sweater, and the long skirt. He looks like he's trying to cosplay a middle-age woman, and that sure brings some very conflicted feelings in him, enough for him to comment:]
I know these are mine and I got them myself, but why are these my tastes?!
[Geez. Well, perhaps it's for the better. It can get cold in the middle of the sea. Behind him, there's a bag with a clean maid uniform. The plan is simple: approach like you're supposed to be here, and if anyone asks, say you're going to be part of the cleaning crew or that your shift is going to happen soon but until then you hope to be there as a customer. It's not a perfect lie, but it's all in how you tell it, right?
The sight of the Golden Fleece makes obvious there's no time left to discuss much]
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I know these are mine and I got them myself, but why are these my tastes?!
[Geez. Well, perhaps it's for the better. It can get cold in the middle of the sea. Behind him, there's a bag with a clean maid uniform. The plan is simple: approach like you're supposed to be here, and if anyone asks, say you're going to be part of the cleaning crew or that your shift is going to happen soon but until then you hope to be there as a customer. It's not a perfect lie, but it's all in how you tell it, right?
The sight of the Golden Fleece makes obvious there's no time left to discuss much]
Is everyone ready?