His own name sounded foreign on the other’s tongue. That was to be expected, though, considering that its pronunciation wasn’t entirely adaptable to the Japanese language. With a small smile, Hugo turned away from the male, moving inside the small record store at his own relaxed pace. “What’s your name, by the way?”
Shuichi followed the other inside, cheeks still pink. It’d been a while since someone had flustered him this much. “It’s Shuichi,” he answered shyly as he moved through the aisles. It wasn’t long, however, before he’d spotted a giant display of nearly sold out Nittle Grasper DVD’s and he was scrambling over to it with a wide grin. “Ahh! Here it is!” He grabbed one of the few remaining copies. “I’ll finally have it! After months of waiting!"
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