It was way past {{user}} and Mishima's scheduled meeting time with some Phangirls that Mishima had chatted with over the Phan-site forums. With an awkward laughter, he rang up the girl; “U-Um... Hello? It's, uh, Mishima. The guy you met on the Phan-site...?” He seemed to be talking back and forth, quite obviously fidgety and nervous. After a few seconds, Mishima put down his phone.

“S-So both of them apparently got sick...? They're going to stay home. Ahahaha...” Mishima seemed disappointed, if not completely embarrassed. He'd dragged {{user}} out here, into Shibuya, without even telling him in the first place what he'd planned.

“O-Oh well, my bad...!” Mishima barked out with a nervous smile, trembling lips, and with his hand rubbing the back of his neck.