Mahito stared in absolute disbelief.
Covered in dust.
Covered in damage.
Surrounded by an unreasonable amount of Mahoraga variants.
Then—
Takeru clapped once.
"…Eh."
Silence.
Mahito blinked.
"…Eh?"
A copy of Takeru appeared beside him.
The copy cracked its neck.
Looked at Mahito.
Looked at the army.
Then nodded once.
"…Got it."
Mahito slowly turned.
"…Got WHAT?"
The copy smiled.
"…My job."
Meanwhile—
the real Takeru reached into nowhere.
Again.
And pulled out...
a table.
Silence.
Then chairs.
More silence.
Then cards.
Even more silence.
Then—
a coffee machine.
Absolute silence.
Mahito stared.
"…WHERE."
"…DO YOU KEEP FINDING THIS STUFF?!"
Nobody answered.
Because nobody knew.
Takeru casually placed the coffee machine down.
Brrrrrrrrrrr...
Nanami's eyes widened slightly.
Just slightly.
But everyone saw it.
Higaruma stared too.
Then slowly—
visibly—
their expressions improved.
Nanami adjusted his glasses.
"…Coffee?"
Higaruma looked genuinely interested.
"…Fresh coffee?"
Takeru looked over.
"…Yep."
For the first time in a while—
Nanami looked happy.
Not huge happy.
Nanami happy.
Which was approximately a 12% increase in facial expression.
Higaruma pulled out a chair immediately.
"…Move."
Meanwhile behind them—
BOOM
CRASH
WHAM
Mahito was still being chased across the station by approximately a billion things.
"WHY ARE THEY STILL COMING?!"
"ADAPT THIS!"
"WHY IS THERE A MAHORAGA HAKARI?!"
Takeru sat down.
Poured coffee.
"…Who wants to play Garbage?"
He shuffled the cards.
"I'll count you in."
Yuji immediately sat down.
"…I don't know how to play but this feels important."
Megumi stared at the scene.
The coffee.
The cards.
The chaos in the background.
Mahito screaming in the distance.
Long pause.
"…I've accepted nothing."
Behind them—
Mahito flew past the table at approximately Mach regret.