[An auto-translate feature provided by nanites wasn't required to understand whatever demonic language Hazel was speaking. The meaning was made loud and clear in the tone of her voice alone. Josuke stayed well away from the register with his pending purchases.
But not well away from the large window panel nearest the automatic doors.
It wasn't very sightly, but the way in which he pressed his cheek up against the glass to get a better view of the tiny girl chasing down her quarry could only be likened to a spectator at a wrestling match trying to get his dollar's worth.
This was real life, right? He wasn't on a game show?]
a true hero
But not well away from the large window panel nearest the automatic doors.
It wasn't very sightly, but the way in which he pressed his cheek up against the glass to get a better view of the tiny girl chasing down her quarry could only be likened to a spectator at a wrestling match trying to get his dollar's worth.
This was real life, right? He wasn't on a game show?]