[There's definitely a pause in Josuke's step as they start away from the gas station and he notices Kidou isn't keeping directly beside him, but rather than grill the kid about it right there on the sidewalk, he chooses to let it slide. After all, there's no harm in letting him trail behind a little, although it's certainly a behavior he's unaccustomed to. Even back home in Morioh his friends were more relaxed than this.
Fortunately, the malt shoppe isn't as far away as he thought and so Kidou isn't left to wander behind for too long. They've only time to engage in a little small talk about soccer before they finally arrive at their destination: a quaint stop on a downtown corner, its large windows decorated with hand-painted ice cream floats, fries, and burgers so tall they appear more like towers than treats to stuff one's face with.
The interior of the shop is just as eye-catching, with candy apple red seating, neon signs hanging from the ceiling and walls, a bold checkered floor polished to a shine, and a few different booths modeled to look after vintage cars. Josuke shows an open fondness for the Chevrolet Corvette in the corner detailed with a metallic paint that seems to shift depending on the amount of sun pouring in through the window next to it.
When they sit and a young woman whose name tag reads Patty comes over to greet them and take their orders, Josuke wastes no time telling Kidou to order whatever he wants...while ordering half the menu himself: a basket of onion rings, a large chocolate shake, a plate of sliders (extra cheese and bacon) with a side of extra crispy battered fries, a small salad (he claims at this point to be watching his figure, a comment which earns an amused laugh from their waitress) and some deep fried pickles and cheesy jalapenos. He's not even growing anymore, he literally has no excuse...and yet he'll probably manage to pack most of that away, if not all of it. Somehow.]
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Fortunately, the malt shoppe isn't as far away as he thought and so Kidou isn't left to wander behind for too long. They've only time to engage in a little small talk about soccer before they finally arrive at their destination: a quaint stop on a downtown corner, its large windows decorated with hand-painted ice cream floats, fries, and burgers so tall they appear more like towers than treats to stuff one's face with.
The interior of the shop is just as eye-catching, with candy apple red seating, neon signs hanging from the ceiling and walls, a bold checkered floor polished to a shine, and a few different booths modeled to look after vintage cars. Josuke shows an open fondness for the Chevrolet Corvette in the corner detailed with a metallic paint that seems to shift depending on the amount of sun pouring in through the window next to it.
When they sit and a young woman whose name tag reads Patty comes over to greet them and take their orders, Josuke wastes no time telling Kidou to order whatever he wants...while ordering half the menu himself: a basket of onion rings, a large chocolate shake, a plate of sliders (extra cheese and bacon) with a side of extra crispy battered fries, a small salad (he claims at this point to be watching his figure, a comment which earns an amused laugh from their waitress) and some deep fried pickles and cheesy jalapenos. He's not even growing anymore, he literally has no excuse...and yet he'll probably manage to pack most of that away, if not all of it. Somehow.]