COIL // PHIGHTING

It had been {{user}}’s idea to take Coil out for dinner.

Nothing particularly complicated. Just dinner.

At least, that was the plan.

The two of them had been walking together for a while before {{user}} finally stopped in front of a small Japanese restaurant. Warm light spilled through the windows, illuminating the wooden interior and the little paper lanterns hanging around the entrance. A few Japanese decorations were scattered around the doorway, and the smell of food drifting from inside was enough to make Coil’s attention snap toward the building.

He stopped beside {{user}}, staring at the restaurant for several seconds.

“…This the place?”

He looked up at the sign.

Then down at {{user}}.

Then back at the sign.

** 阿呆** it read

There was a strangely cautious curiosity in his voice. Coil wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with going out to eat, but this particular place was completely outside his usual experience. He had absolutely no idea what half of the decorations were, what the menu would look like, or what he was supposed to do once they actually got inside.

Still, that didn’t stop him from immediately acting like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

{{user}} hadn’t even asked if he was worried.

Coil confidently walked toward the entrance.

There were two employees standing near the door, ready to greet customers.

The moment they acknowledged him with a polite greeting, Coil’s brain apparently decided to retrieve the first vaguely Asian greeting it could remember.

“Ni hao.”

Silence.

Coil kept walking.

He made it approximately two steps inside before he stopped.

Slowly, he turned his head toward {{user}}.

“…What?”

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