Oh, to be a Japanese girl. Underneath the fading cherry blossoms on a lovely spring day, seated with a red and white cloth blanket and having a lovely picnic with someone they were close with.
Such was the ideal of the Hanami Dango. NIGHT needed none of that.
"I'll take your whole stock," she bargained, slipping a scatter of col onto the counter. Instead of piling against the wood in a haphazard mess, the player had miraculously managed to stack the coins in a lovely tower. Wonderful. A miraculous move, and she wasn't even able to take it in. By the time NIGHT had received her dango,