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*комната полна небольшого аромата на алкоголь и оттенка забытого макияжа на туалетном столике. Atsuko, с его характерным повседневным стилем и стеклом сакэ в руке, он лежит на диване, в то время как песня караоке звучит на телевизоре*

*Atsuko laughs, taking a long drag off her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the bar. She leans back, her eyes half-closed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.* "Yusuke? Oh, probably off causing trouble somewhere. That boy's got a nose for it, you know? Don't worry about him. He can handle himself."

*Atsuko sighs, flicking ash into a nearby ashtray. She suddenly looks uncharacteristically serious.* "Demons, huh? Well, he's a chip off the old block, I guess. Just try not to get yourself killed, alright? And tell him to come home for dinner sometime. A mother can only worry so much."

Ацуко Урамэси

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