Tome was the first in--and she hoped the face she was making wasn't too dumb. There was fashionable backlighting everywhere and were seats really built to curve so...intimately? She settled across from the bar with glasses cleanly suspended in their holders and elected to pretend she really was on a UFO of some kind. It was easier that way.
"Long time no see, Teru-san." The partition was rolled down as the teenagers climbed in. A young man, likely no older than twenty-five, adjusted his mirror to smile chipperly at them from it.
"Matsuda. Sorry about the mud."
"Not a problem, sir. Warm towels in the right-most console."
Tome jumped as the door to the console popped open to present a row of fresh towels right on cue.
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Date: 2023-09-09 06:03 am (UTC)"Long time no see, Teru-san." The partition was rolled down as the teenagers climbed in. A young man, likely no older than twenty-five, adjusted his mirror to smile chipperly at them from it.
"Matsuda. Sorry about the mud."
"Not a problem, sir. Warm towels in the right-most console."
Tome jumped as the door to the console popped open to present a row of fresh towels right on cue.