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[ at the front of the hospital, Kazahaya is busy carrying boxes into pharmacy, checking items off against a clipboard on the counter. wearing a black apron and a bandanna over his hair, he frowns at the list suddenly and looks down at the box in his hands

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[servicewitha]

[exiting the pharmacy]

Yo.

[textbooktsun]

[raises a hand vaguely in his direction] Good morning.

[servicewitha]

Morning. Visiting Nowaki?

[textbooktsun]

Ahh... Yes.

[servicewitha]

I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.

[textbooktsun]

Of course, don't be stupid. I'm just bringing him better coffee.

[servicewitha]

[chuckles]

That's sweet.

[textbooktsun]

You're full of it. As usual.

[servicewitha]

[just smiles]

So where can you get better coffee?

[textbooktsun]

Eh, I just made it.

[servicewitha]

Well, things made with love do taste better.

[he actually sound like he's being serious]

[textbooktsun]

...

[servicewitha]

. . .

[textbooktsun]

Oh, shut up! Not that... You're saying anything...

[servicewitha]

[grins]

[textbooktsun]

[punches him in the arm]

Now you're doing it on purpose!