[Lupin took one glance at the book, and pushed himself out of his seat.] I think I'll take that mabo dofu now...
[He retrieved it, and momentarily debated on whether to eat it with a fork or chopsticks. He chose the fork, knowing that he was likely to resort to stabbing his food childishly otherwise. Once prepared, he took a bite...and knew that his chill wouldn't be a problem for much longer.
Leave it to Goemon to make something absurdly spicy, even to adventurous palates.
He read through the pages quickly as he ate, mostly to get an idea of the situation. He could always read later--it looked like he was going to have a lot more time on his hands than he bargained for.
Although, Lupin wasn't sure if he believed what he was reading. The information about the Malnosso, the scenario, the kidnappings...
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[He retrieved it, and momentarily debated on whether to eat it with a fork or chopsticks. He chose the fork, knowing that he was likely to resort to stabbing his food childishly otherwise. Once prepared, he took a bite...and knew that his chill wouldn't be a problem for much longer.
Leave it to Goemon to make something absurdly spicy, even to adventurous palates.
He read through the pages quickly as he ate, mostly to get an idea of the situation. He could always read later--it looked like he was going to have a lot more time on his hands than he bargained for.
Although, Lupin wasn't sure if he believed what he was reading. The information about the Malnosso, the scenario, the kidnappings...
He frowned.]
Goemon. Why?