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Raito walked though the small supply shop. most of the place was raided out of decent goods, like food and water, and for some reason napkins and rubber pipe. I really don't want to know... He thought, making his way back to where the paint was kept. He browsed through all the cans, noting that most were damaged, but a few still seemed in usable condition. grabbing as many as he could, he walked up to the counter and started to grab his wallet.
"You're actually paying?" The clerk behind the counter asked quizzically, "You ain't just gonna, I don't know, walk out like everyone else?"
"And piss off the new government down in here? I don't think so. I like my head where it is. attached to my body." Raito retorted, not even making eye contact with the clerk, who chuckled in return. Anarchy may rule, but that's just another way of saying that there's no one to stop the mafia and gangs from doing as they please. "How much?"
"5000 yen."
"Piss off, this paint is crap and you know it. here's 50." Raito said, placing the small coin on the counter top and running out the door.
"50?! You little shit, get back here!!" but he was already gone.
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Raito walked though the small supply shop. most of the place was raided out of decent goods, like food and water, and for some reason napkins and rubber pipe. I really don't want to know... He thought, making his way back to where the paint was kept. He browsed through all the cans, noting that most were damaged, but a few still seemed in usable condition. grabbing as many as he could, he walked up to the counter and started to grab his wallet.
"You're actually paying?" The clerk behind the counter asked quizzically, "You ain't just gonna, I don't know, walk out like everyone else?"
"And piss off the new government down in here? I don't think so. I like my head where it is. attached to my body." Raito retorted, not even making eye contact with the clerk, who chuckled in return. Anarchy may rule, but that's just another way of saying that there's no one to stop the mafia and gangs from doing as they please. "How much?"
"5000 yen."
"Piss off, this paint is crap and you know it. here's 50." Raito said, placing the small coin on the counter top and running out the door.
"50?! You little shit, get back here!!" but he was already gone.
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