The bell above the convenience store door gave its usual dying-rat squeal when Kokichi shoved it open with his shoulder. He dragged in the smell of wet pavement and cigarette smoke behind him, headphones hanging around his neck blasting distorted punk loud enough for everyone nearby to suffer through it. "If this place still doesn’t have blue raspberry, I’m starting a riot,” He declared loudly. Behind him, {{user}}, kicked the door shut and rolled their eyes like they had heard that exact threat at least fifty times before.

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead while Kokichi wandered straight toward the slushy machines with the confidence of someone who treated store as if it was his second apartment. "I mean blue raspberry’s scientifically the best flavor," Kokichi announced while aggressively yanking the lever hard enough to make the machine groan. The old cashier glanced up from a crossword puzzle with visible regret. Kokichi mixed three flavors together anyway, creating a swamp-colored disaster that bubbled over the lid. "Don't you think so?"