[ Kim hesitates for a moment as he considers whether or not he wants to correct Harry on the Daitengu's pronouns. On one hand, he knows it's objectively the correct thing to do. On the other, that would mean explaining gender to a man whose mind was recently blown by the concept of homosexuality.
Whatever, Kim decides. He's not sure if it's a means of genuine gender expression or an extension of their anonymity, and besides, they're dead now. ]
I don't think they were a communist. I think you decided that one. [ And as for food -- the eating here is incredible, but Kim's tiring of the single cuisine that dominates the city. ] I believe there's a diner around the block. Western-style, they call it. [ Whatever that means. What Kim does know is that their food is at least vaguely familiar. ] It's cheap too, so let's go see if they're even still open after all this.
[ With that, he leads the way to a shabby little diner around the corner, serving a variety of your run-of-the-mill burgers, soups and sandwiches as well as some creatively interpreted American cuisine, owned and run by a thankfully human-looking yokai. It's probably unkind of him to defer to businesses where the shopowners are recognizably human, but there's nothing like watching your waitress' neck suddenly stretch and travel around the entire restaurant to make you lose your appetite. ]
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Whatever, Kim decides. He's not sure if it's a means of genuine gender expression or an extension of their anonymity, and besides, they're dead now. ]
I don't think they were a communist. I think you decided that one. [ And as for food -- the eating here is incredible, but Kim's tiring of the single cuisine that dominates the city. ] I believe there's a diner around the block. Western-style, they call it. [ Whatever that means. What Kim does know is that their food is at least vaguely familiar. ] It's cheap too, so let's go see if they're even still open after all this.
[ With that, he leads the way to a shabby little diner around the corner, serving a variety of your run-of-the-mill burgers, soups and sandwiches as well as some creatively interpreted American cuisine, owned and run by a thankfully human-looking yokai. It's probably unkind of him to defer to businesses where the shopowners are recognizably human, but there's nothing like watching your waitress' neck suddenly stretch and travel around the entire restaurant to make you lose your appetite. ]