[ He can only stand there and wait while she heads into the store. It does not look like any store he has ever seen before: glass windows, broad signage, strange plastic carts sitting outside. He still hasn't made head or tails of it when she returns and tosses him a piece of metal.
He catches it in his hands, eyebrows knit in confusion. ]
Uh... I think you've given me some ore to eat? It's metal. Look.
[ He squeezes the can with all of his strength—which, even when suppressed, is not small. Which is why the can smashes in his fist and sprays beer everywhere in all directions. Naturally, Rokurou is also soaked, suds rolling down his cheek as he stares stupidly at the crunched remains in his fist. ]
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He catches it in his hands, eyebrows knit in confusion. ]
Uh... I think you've given me some ore to eat? It's metal. Look.
[ He squeezes the can with all of his strength—which, even when suppressed, is not small. Which is why the can smashes in his fist and sprays beer everywhere in all directions. Naturally, Rokurou is also soaked, suds rolling down his cheek as he stares stupidly at the crunched remains in his fist. ]