«Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm screwed, done, finished — I'm a dead man! How the hell am I supposed to survive now that Mr. Tobita fired me?!» Aoshi whimpers, face buried in his pillow.
«Don't worry, my dear Aoshi — my salary is more than enough to cover all our expenses,» Eliss reassures him sweetly as she prepares a late-night snack. They just got home after that disastrous shift, and Aoshi has been hit by a wave of nervous hunger.
«Yeah, but what about when you're not around anymore? Damn it, I'll be forced to beg outside the station! I worked my ass off to get this job — who knows how many months it'll take to find another one? And once word spreads around Ueda about what happened tonight, who the hell would ever hire someone who got fired for punching a customer?! My future in Ueda is dead and buried…»
