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A very specific convivence store.

[ The one with the very best seasonal stuff. ]

I can ping you the location.

[ Which he does. On his phone. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[He looks at his phone, studying it for a full moment before putting it away and nodding.]

Okay. I'll get us there.

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Thank you, Izanagi.

[ And he'll wait until Izanagi mounts the motorcycle before climbing on behind him. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[He waits until Zhongli is secure before starting up the motorcycle and beginning to drive. He's also... being surprisingly observant of traffic laws? Not always following the lights to a T given the lack of traffic all around, but certainly exercising enough caution along the way to make sure they don't end up crashing into any other lone drivers.]

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[ They pull up in front of a convenience store like any other, except perhaps it is full in stock of all the special foods and snacks that come around at the end of the year. Limited edition, too. ]

Ready for a little---- what is it called? Retail therapy.

[bondsofsuffering]

...Is that a real thing?

[He's like ?pretty sure? that is not a real thing, but who knows, grey still has roots in his brains. But in they go!]

[leaveofabsence]

[ In they go! ]

I find browsing the markets to be a way to ease my stress and worries. To see skilled artisans and businessman weave their crafts.

And while that is not quite possible here within Tokyo-F, well.

I thought the atmosphere might be calming for you as well. I know on numerous occasions you have gone to markets like these after particularly rough games to purchase items for your friends.

This time I hope to do the same for you.

[bondsofsuffering]

Ah... well, it's free, isn't it?

[Kind of... wandering the aisles listlessly.]

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I do believe they offer this instead of our salaries.

[ Zhongli does not assist other than to place one of the small plastic baskets for carrying goods in his hands.

Otherwise, he is happy to keep pace with Izanagi as he wanders the store. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[He gives the various foods a good looking over, though... inevitably he ends up tossing a bunch of sweets and chips into the basket.]

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[ Zhongli is mentally taking note of everything that is tossed inside while he goes to raid the meat buns warming near where the cashier would be. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[It seems like chocolatey things are a safe bet, as well as sweet pastries like cookies and cakes. On the snacky side, potato chips and sticks, barbeque chips, that sort of thing.]

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[ Tempts fate by adding some fruit to the cart. Or well... more like yogurt probably. Tiny pre-made tarts. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[He doesn't seem to exactly notice, or if he does, he doesn't care.]

I think this works...?

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Excellent. Is there anything else we should pick up before we head back?

[bondsofsuffering]

[Trying to think it over, but... nothing else comes to mind.]

No, I think this is enough.