[Tenma's on his way back to the soccer booth with more glitter glue for his sign since there no such thing as too much glitter or too much glue, when there's something about this table that catches his eye.
Perhaps it was the prospect that he would no longer feel like the only one having a lot of difficulty in this country. Or maybe it was the girl whose nervousness came off in waves despite her poker face when he really got a look at her.
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Perhaps it was the prospect that he would no longer feel like the only one having a lot of difficulty in this country. Or maybe it was the girl whose nervousness came off in waves despite her poker face when he really got a look at her.
That was a very nice blanket though.]
Um, excuse me? What does this club do?