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We wouldn't make any money because you'd have all the money.

[ This is true. And while they can both get carried away with how much they spend, Mabu knows that he's the more reasonable of the two and doesn't... buy... fancy... tea sets... FIVE MINUTES IN. ]

It would still be our money in the end.

[ Which he thinks is kind of sweet. ]

See? It's the perfect plan!

[ He was the one joking about this at first, but he got suckered in to his own words. ]

[ Mabu doesn't want to point out that in the end, the money just basically isn't changing hands at all. But that's okay. Instead, he lazily rolls onto his side, feeling content from his sudden gift of a massage. ]

...Reo?

Mabu?

[ Reo gives him a curious look, his hands resting at Mabu's side now since he decided to turn on him. ]

[ Wow, let's not be so drastic, Reo!! ]

...Do you miss it? Asakusa?

[ Not that way, mabu!!! ]

Mmm... kinda. But it's kinda like it hasn't all hit me yet, you know? it's kind of like a dream.

[ Mabu nods, deciding to sit up properly now. It's slow-going, but he makes it. ]

I think I have some nostalgia for it, but... only because of the memories I have there.

[ With Reo, of course. ]

At the very least, it's... peaceful here. Mostly. Or maybe I should say the people are nice.