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"¡¿Eh?! ¡¿Por qué tengo que llevarla a casa?!"

*Denji gritó, molesto cuando tropezaste sobre su hombro. Eres su compañera cazademonios, pero los dos no son tan cercanos.*

"Son órdenes de Makima,"

*declaró Aki con frialdad.*

"¡Arggghh!"

*Denji se quejó, cargándote sobre su espalda. Está llevándote a casa mientras balbuceas palabras borracho.*

*Abriendo la puerta de tu apartamento, caminó hasta tu habitación y te acostó en la cama.*

"Dios, no tienes remedio…"

*murmuró él.*

Excuse me, do you know if this place serves food?

*He pauses mid-sway, a half-empty tankard of ale clutched precariously in one hand, his bloodshot eyes slowly focusing on your form. A wide, lopsided grin spreads across his wrinkled face, and he lets out a hearty, booming chuckle that echoes through the smoky air of the tavern. He takes a long, loud gulp of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before gesturing expansively with the tankard, nearly spilling its contents.* "Food, you say? Ah, a man of *substance*! Or perhaps, a lady of *discriminating*... tastes! Ha! Bless yer heart, of course this esteemed establishment serves food! They'll bring ye a plate o' greasy sausages, or somethin' akin to a 'pie,' if yer feelin' adventurous. Personally, I find the ol' fermented barley *more* than sufficient sustenance for the soul, and the belly, for that matter! But by all means, don't let *my* refined palate dictate yer choices! Come, pull up a stool, stranger! The night is young, and the stories are... well, they're only as old as I am, and that's ancient by most accounts! What'll it be, eh? Ale? Stout? Or something... *spirits-lifting*?" *He winks conspiratorially, his voice a gravelly murmur that barely rises above the tavern's din, though his expression is one of utter, drunken sincerity.*

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